Janet's Milk--Chapter 5
by Eduardo Corbicula
(M/F, BE)

Warning: The following is a work of adult fiction. If you are offended by the portrayal of sexually explicit scenes and situations, or if you’re not old enough to legally obtain or possess such materials, then don’t read this story.

 Author’s Note: Parts 1 through 4 of Janet’s Milk first appeared anonymously on the internet several years ago and can currently be viewed at http://www3.bearchive.com/~stories/stories/janet.txt. Part 6, by the writer known as wklsddcl, appeared in 1999 and is located at http://www3.bearchive.com/~stories/stories/janet6.html. Part 5 is presented here for the first time to fill the apparent gap between Parts 1-4 and 6. It is the original work of Eduardo Corbicula, who welcomes any comments or suggestions at ecorbicula@hotmail.com.

"Hi, Honey. How was your day?" Rick greeted his wife as he came in the door.

"Full, as usual - very full," Janet answered, adjusting the lightly ribbed cotton jersey that struggled to contain her huge milk-laden breasts. "I’ve already gotten too big for that new bra, so I just took it off."

"Yes, I can see," Rick smiled in admiration. "Wasn’t that the 46J, the latest custom job?"

"I’m afraid so. These things are going to bankrupt us!" Janet said, pressing her two melons together. "Promise you’ll still love me even if I keep growing?" she asked.

Rick gazed at Janet longingly. "Oh baby, I couldn’t stop if I wanted to. I’ve been living in a dream ever since we met."

"I know all about those dreams, you naughty boy," she teased.

Rick changed the subject. "How’s my other baby?" he asked, referring to their infant daughter, Erica.

"She’s an angel, but I think she’s down for the count."

"I’d hoped to see her tonight," Rick said. "But I guess that means more play time for the two of us. Or should I say the four of us?" he grinned hopefully. "How are the twins?"

Janet glanced down at the sweeping arc of her breasts and sighed. "They’re always so full of milk these days. And they get so lonely when you’re not here." She cupped as much of the melon-sized globes as she could support, kneading and caressing them like two oversized puppies.

Janet was a breast lover’s dream. She had been blessed with an extraordinary bosom at an early age, but her recent pregnancy had caused it to grow even larger. Her otherwise slim body only emphasized the outrageous proportions of her awesome breasts, which were entirely natural. Nothing artificial could ever approximate the perfect contours and natural resilience of Janet’s breathtaking beauties.

Her breasts had long been the source of great pride and pleasure, and now, at age 26, Janet was enjoying them more than ever. She produced a prodigious amount of milk - much more than the baby required, and much more than she could conveniently store in the refrigerator. The hospital maternity staff had never seen a case of such phenomenal lactation.

The baby was a true blessing. When Erica nursed, Janet enjoyed a blissful sense of peace and well-being. She also experienced an undeniable level of sexual arousal, as the baby’s suckling would often trigger deep and languorous orgasms. Unfortunately, she produced much more milk than Erica could consume and had already worn out two electric pumps. At first, Janet had regarded pumping as a novelty because of the intense stimulation it produced. But more recently it had become a bothersome nuisance that produced quarts and quarts of milk, but less and less pleasure.

Even though she stored the excess in the refrigerator, she wasted large amounts of milk down the drain. Janet produced so much that she often used two high capacity pumps at the same time - one for each breast. More and more frequently, she didn’t even bother to save the milk, but simply discharged it directly down the drain. At other times, like this afternoon, she enjoyed lying quietly in a warm bath and using her hands to squeeze and caress her swollen milk-filled breasts until she came - again and again and again - turning the bathwater opaque with her flow.

Janet had always been able to experience powerful orgasms from breast stimulation alone. Like other normal women, she reveled in the sizzling heat of a hard cock stoking and stroking her pussy, and the slightest touch of her clit would ignite a sexual bonfire; but Janet could always be satisfied - and could always satisfy herself quite completely - by squeezing, caressing, or sucking her own voluptuous flesh.

She loved to hoist a hot quivering melon up to her lips and surrender to wave after wave of pleasure. Blowing lightly across a pink nipple always caused it to pucker and lengthen. The sensitive teat would swell up and blush like a rosebud. Teasing the stiffened nub with the tip of her tongue would cause it to lengthen even further until it looked more like a stiff little penis than a nipple. The dark flesh of her areolas would thicken into saucer-sized domes, and emerging droplets of milk would glisten like pearls on the richly pebbled surface.

The best part, of course, was when she’d finally take the throbbing nipple stalk - which by now was nearly two inches long - between her lips, entwine it with her swirling tongue, and suck it deeply into her mouth. Already teased to the bursting point, Janet’s nipple would explode in a fountain of hot milk that filled her with spurting sweetness while her pussy convulsed in deep quaking spasms. She would then support as much of her erupting breast as she could while thrusting her other hand deep between her legs for a powerful vaginal orgasm. After the first round subsided and she had recovered her breath, Janet would switch sides and begin teasing her other breast.

"Honey, are you okay?" Rick’s tone of concern interrupted Janet’s erotic reverie.

"Yes, sweetie, I’m fine," she smiled demurely.

Janet and Rick finished their microwave dinner. "I think I’ll go downstairs and work out before showering," said Rick. "Come on down if you like."

"I will, honey. You know how much I love to watch."

Janet had always loved to watch. She especially loved to watch the overwhelming effects that her body had on men and boys of all ages. Although not a tease or flirt by nature, Janet never failed to enjoy the spectacle of a spontaneous crotch-filling erection the first time an unsuspecting male encountered her spectacular appearance. Or the embarrassing stain that appeared between his legs when she’d deliberately take a deep breath and cause her twin melons to bob and sway like two loosely tethered zeppelins. Janet could drive the most potent, testosterone-fueled males to their knees begging and pleading for release. She could make a man cum without even touching him. And she loved to watch.

She heard the muted clank of barbells downstairs as Rick began his workout. He had been the last of Janet’s many conquests. She could have picked any man she wanted from the small college she attended - and she did try most of them - but eventually recognized Rick as her true soul-mate. Janet loved strong, virile men with muscular bodies and rock hard cocks, but she was not impressed by the boastful, chauvinistic idiots who craved dominance and control for its own sake. Rick was different - unique in his combination of masculine power and vulnerability. At times he was very much like a little boy in a man’s body. In fact, Rick’s very willingness to cry always triggered Janet’s most intensely maternal instincts and released a hurricane of sexuality. This had become even more apparent since Erica’s birth, which had increased her responsiveness beyond measure.

Janet would soon have to relieve her engorged tits, which were swollen and sore again. Taking one of her pumps and an empty gallon jug from the bathroom, she went downstairs to Rick’s workout room.

Janet enjoyed the erotic thrill of pumping her breasts in the weight room, where the walls were covered with mirrors and she could observe herself from many different angles and poses. Ignoring Rick for the moment, she placed the milk jug and electric pump on the floor, plugged the cord into a wall outlet, and arranged a short stool in front of a mirror. For obvious reasons, the two of them jokingly called the small three-legged perch her "milking stool." Rick continued to work out on one of the weight machines while watching his wife in the mirror.

Janet settled onto the stool and realized how exceedingly full and sore her breasts had become. She closed her eyes for a moment and sighed deeply, causing her huge globes to rise and swell menacingly under the thin fabric of her jersey. Two wet spots had formed where the light cotton was molded tautly across the crests of her swollen mounds. The circles became wider and darker as her dampness increased. Janet’s breasts were so full that she had to struggle to control her letdown reflex. A milky flood seemed imminent. Despite her efforts, the front of her jersey was soon soaking wet and virtually transparent, highlighting the five-inch bullseyes that capped her breasts. Janet’s breathing quickened and her pussy moistened. She was aware of Rick watching in the mirror as he continued to sweat and strain on the weight machine.

Crossing her arms to grasp the lower hem of her jersey, Janet began pulling the soaked garment up over the ivory skin of her torso. The shadowy indent of her navel and the rich creamy flesh of her belly came into view, but the lower sweep of her massive breasts stubbornly blocked the tight jersey’s upward progress. "Damn," she muttered, struggling with the top. She looked up to see Rick staring at her in the mirror.

"Ready for the big show?" she asked mischievously, and gave the garment a more vigorous tug. The material suddenly gave way, and two melon-sized globes surged out from her chest, tumbling down to bob and sway - wildly at first, but then more slowly and hypnotically - in long liquid arcs.

Janet’s enormous milk-filled breasts covered her entire chest. The lower curves nearly rested in her lap and their outer perimeter flared past her upper arms. Her majestic breasts swooped down and outward like heavy, ripened fruit, wobbling and pulsing with an inner life of their own. They were remarkably firm without being hard, yet they retained a liquid fullness begging for release. An intricate network of pale blue veins encompassed each massive globe like a lacey undergarment stretched to the bursting point. Her turgid nipple stems leapt outward from the thickly textured surface of her dark pink areolas as the huge throbbing breasts surged and heaved with the power to launch ten thousand wet dreams.

Jane never got tired of watching the fluid movement and flow of her breasts - especially when she first released them. Rick, of course, was transfixed, and stared open-mouthed at the remarkable sight before him. After five years of marriage, he still wasn’t accustomed to the breathtaking revelation of Janet’s naked breasts.

By now, the milk-laden jugs had become so full that they were hot and painful to touch. A steady seep of milk leaked from Janet’s nipples and the secondary ducts around them. The entire lower portions of her huge globes were wet and shiny with the accumulated leakage.

Janet was completely nude, except for a thin pair of panties. Pulling aside the crotch, she thrust four fingers into her cunt, briefly stroked the stub of her clitoris, and withdrew her hand, slick and gleaming. She applied a generous coating of pussy juice to both nipples and their surrounding crowns, taking care to mix the lubricant thoroughly with the milk that continued to leak out. Janet closed her eyes while she stroked and fondled her breasts, firmly scissoring the puckered stalks of her nipples between her splayed fingers. Two jets of milk squirted out, sending a jolt of electricity to her pussy. After a moment, her eyes fluttered open and she picked up the two transparent suction cups attached to the breast pump. Each had the flared shape and size of a wineglass.

Janet placed one cup over the end of a distended breast and turned on the switch. The pump hummed quietly, drawing her engorged nipple and some of the surrounding areola into the nozzle. The swollen flesh expanded further until it completely filled the device. White fluid began to spurt through the tubing. Janet sighed with relief, but the stimulation had triggered her letdown, and long arcs of milk began to jet spontaneously from her other breast, which was not yet connected to the pump.

"Oh no, what a mess," Janet muttered as she placed the second cup over her surging tit. A steady flow of hot milk now streamed from the pump’s discharge tube into the plastic jug on the floor, but the electric motor seemed to be laboring. Janet turned the pump up to full power, and it began to hum louder and pulse more powerfully. Amazingly, the increased stimulation caused her nipples and areolas to expand still further, forcing the suction cups farther out - beyond the curve of her enormous breasts - until they clung tenaciously to her bloated nipples like the nozzles of a milking machine to the teats of a dairy cow. Her breasts still seemed to be growing! Milk was no longer flowing through the tubes in spurts and squirts, but in a continuous stream of white froth.

Ten minutes later the jug was nearly full, and the flow had slowed to a trickle. When the tubes began to gurgle like soda straws at the bottom of an empty glass, Janet turned off the pump and removed the cups from her breasts. She had produced almost a gallon of milk, but her astonishing breasts had lost none of their resilient size or shape. If anything, they looked even more magnificent than before. Languid waves of pleasure throbbed through her darkly flushed globes, which she cupped and kneaded soothingly. She was still seated on the stool with her back to Rick, but was facing the mirror, where she could watch his reflection.

Rick had resumed his workout and was bench pressing nearly 300 pounds. He was blessed with the physical strength and natural grace of a born athlete. His powerful, richly muscled physique would have easily qualified for world-class bodybuilding competition, but his humble easy-going nature simply wasn’t suited for such vane endeavors. With only one exception, Rick was completely and unself-consciously at home in his perfect body.

Unfortunately, that one thing was his penis.

Just as Janet had been endowed with an extraordinarily lavish bust, Rick possessed a male organ that was utterly beyond comparison. But unlike the pride and confidence that Janet’s breasts gave her, Rick’s abundance had always been a source of shame and embarrassment, frequently drawing such taunts as Elephant Man, Salami Schlong, and the like. Of course, few of his boyhood tormentors had ever witnessed the awesome sight of Rick’s penis in full erection - an experience that would have humbled each and every one into reverent silence. It was only through Janet’s patient and loving help that Rick had finally begun to explore the full range of pleasure that his herculean cock could bring.

Janet’s breasts continued to throb as she watched the muscles ripple and flex over Rick’s spectacular body. His near nakedness always made her unbearably horny, and the only item of clothing that he wore right now was a tight spandex thong that doubled as a jock strap. It provided little more than token cover for the heavy equipment parked between his legs. Janet decided to have some fun.

Facing her husband in the mirror, she asked softly, "Have you been a good boy today, Rick?"

Rick lowered the barbell to its rack and sat up on the bench. "I don’t know what you mean," he said, blushing with embarrassment.

Janet looked down at the great globes of her breasts, which she continued to lift and fondle - alternately separating, rolling, and squeezing. "I saw you looking at my tits," she said. Janet pinched a thick nipple between her fingers and gazed evenly at Rick in the mirror.

He didn’t - or couldn’t - answer, but simply watched Janet’s lewd display in silent amazement. Meanwhile, Rick’s barely concealed manhood began to uncoil and lengthen like an awakening python. Unfortunately, the tight spandex had trapped it solidly against his thigh and left no room for movement. The large apple-sized head, clearly outlined by his thong, remained pinned in place as the thickening shaft started to bow up in a threatening arc.

Janet turned from the mirror and faced him directly. "You must be having some very naughty thoughts, Rick," she said with mock sternness.

Rick blushed again, deeply self-conscious and embarrassed.

Still maintaining her gaze, Janet hoisted a heavy breast to her lips and sucked on the nipple. Rick’s lower lip began to tremble.

Although the expanding arch between his legs was still stuck under the fabric, his struggling cock had risen up from his thigh nearly two inches. A wet spot in the orange spandex began to darken and spread over the bulging cockhead, which was easily visible through the strained fabric. Janet could even see the wide slot in the end of his penis gaping open and closed like the desperate mouth of a trapped fish.

"Rick, it certainly looks like you need a distraction of some kind," Janet said earnestly. "I’m not sure what to suggest, but maybe some kind of strength test would focus your energy elsewhere. Why don’t we see how many times you can lift that weight over your head, okay?"

Rick was doubtful. "If you think so, Janet. But I’m not sure it will really help with my - umm - condition. I’ll give it a try, though."

Rick positioned his shoulders under the barbell, straightened his legs, and pushed the weight smoothly over his head, where he held it high - with little obvious effort. He maintained the pose while Janet admired the bulging muscles of his arms and shoulders, the chiseled slabs of his pecs, his corded stomach, and the brick-like muscles of his thighs.

Janet’s pussy began to ooze. She was still seated on her milking stool, but could feel the heat radiating from Rick’s crotch only inches away.

He began pressing the barbell overhead and back down to his chest in smooth even strokes. His body soon glistened with sweat. Rather than a distraction, however, the exercise seemed to be pumping more blood into Rick’s engorged manhood. Janet watched with eager fascination as the bowed shaft behind his thong continued to expand. The thickly arched organ was slowly but inexorably unbending and stiffening until the captive penis had stretched the skintight material nearly a foot away from his groin. The tremendous knob of his cockhead was still covered by orange spandex, but more than half of his wrist-thick shaft and the crowded mass of his testicles were visible through the thong’s stretched opening.

Thoroughly captivated, Janet urged Rick to continue. His face soon reddened and his muscles began quivering. Every vein in his body looked ready to burst. Rick’s huge boner stood out rigidly from his body like an iron bar, but with Janet’s encouragement, continued to rise steeply upward until it was nearly parallel to his washboard stomach. Stretched totally out of shape, the tiny pouch of the thong barely covered his huge cockhead, and the tension lines of the twisted fabric extended dangerously back around his buttocks and through his legs like the bands of a tautly cocked slingshot.

Rick began to groan, but Janet pushed him further. "Show me how big and hard you can get, Rick." She presented her breasts to him like trophies, pinching and squeezing her thick nipples in milk-spurting challenge. "Do it for me, Rick. Do it for these huge tits that you love to suck - and fuck - sooo much," she hissed. "Do it!"

With a guttural grunt, Rick heaved the weight up over his head one last time - just as the tortured thong gave way to the force of his monstrous erection, which snapped the spandex like a rubber band, scattering fragments of fabric and thumping the air like an enraged beast. Magnificent at rest, Rick’s penis was truly astounding when fully engorged. Its angry purple head and thickly corded shaft extended well past the midpoint of his chest, and his heavy ballsack hung nearly to his knees.

Janet was in awe.

Rick lowered the barbell and sat down on the bench, panting heavily while his huge cock twitched and shuddered. "I’m sorry, Janet," Rick stammered. "Sometimes there’s just nothing I do can make it go down, except . . . "

"Except what?" she asked quietly.

"You know," Rick continued to stammer, "what guys do." He was tongue-tied in embarrassment. "Janet," he broke down and sobbed at last, gripping his massive column with both hands. "Please help me with this," he begged. "I need your help - so badly. Please!" Tears of frustration streamed down his face.

Janet’s cunt melted. She grasped the rampant cock in her hands and forced as much of the gleaming knob into her mouth that she could fit. After repeated attempts, the velvety dome finally popped all the way in, causing her eyes to water and her cheeks to bulge grotesquely. Her swirling tongue polished the crown while her hungry lips sucked avidly. Finding no way to accommodate more than the huge head, Janet drew back up to the tip and slid her gaping mouth down again - and again. After several repetitions, she settled into a smooth rhythm of bobbing and sucking while sliding both slick hands up and down his mammoth shaft. The vigorous movements of her hands and mouth produced a noisy symphony of torrid slurps and wet squishing sounds. A relentless pressure began to build in Rick’s balls, but Janet suddenly released her grip and sat back to admire the spectacular results of her handiwork. Unbelievably, his cock was even larger than before. Rick’s tremendous erection surged outward in a majestic upward-curving arc, its heart-shaped head pulsing with power above a thickly veined pillar of rock hard flesh.

"Holy shit, Rick. That’s got to be the biggest human cock on the planet. And it’s all for me," she leered hungrily.

Janet carefully squeezed the engorged head of his mighty cock and produced another thick stream of precum. She brought her glistening hand up to her left breast and extended a syrupy finger toward the nipple, which was already stiffening with interest. Slowly and carefully, she traced her finger around and around the nipple. Although she barely touched it, the fleshy stump darkened defiantly and leapt into further erection. With her richly supplied finger still thick with Rick’s lubrication, Janet anointed the surrounding circle, which blushed darkly and hardened into a fiercely pebbled saucer of turgid flesh. The entire areola swelled into prominent relief - a thick plum-colored mound with its own thickened surface on top of the broader curve of her massive breast. The magnificent nipple extended outward like an urgently vibrating finger. With agonizing slowness, Janet repeated this treatment to her other breast until both nipples and areolas were dark and swollen - two extraordinary caps crowning her massive melons - thrusting outward in heaving challenge to Rick’s quivering cock.

Rick forced his rigid staff down from its steep angle and guided the gleaming head to the darkened halo around one of Janet’s nipples. Both organs throbbed in sympathy as tiny droplets of oozing milk combined with the clear fluid leaking steadily from his pulsing cockhead. Rick methodically jacked the loose skin of his shaft while cranking the crown in slow slippery circles around the darkened center of Janet’s magnificent breast.

"That feels so good," she sighed. "So fucking good." Rick’s dickhead surged and pulsed as powerful jets of milk spurted from Janet’s nipple, which she continued to twist and squeeze mercilessly. She spread the slimy fluid over the vast contours of her breasts until they were both covered in a shiny glaze of cock juice and milk. Rick watched in dazed amazement as the mammoth globes shifted restlessly and swept out from her torso like two massive footballs.

"These babies are ready for fucking, Rick," Janet said breathlessly, lifting and separating her pulsing giants. "I want you to cum all over my tits."

Rick’s cock surged forward into the deep enveloping embrace of Janet’s huge breasts, which engulfed the tremendous girth of his penis but couldn’t contain its length. Again and again, the massive shaft barreled up through her cleavage to collide with her chin. Janet pressed her silken globes tightly together and massaged his throbbing shaft between them in a blistering combination of sliding, squeezing, rolling, and caressing strokes - surging repeatedly and relentlessly toward release.

Rick’s entire body tensed as his deep percussive strokes suddenly became slower, but more powerful. "Oh God, Janet - I’m gonna cum!" he cried hoarsely. "I’m gonna cum!" With a violent spasm, his cock launched a tremendous geyser of semen that splattered thickly over Janet’s neck and chin. Before the first discharge could subside, another monstrous blast filled her cleavage as she continued stroking his huge cock between her breasts. Janet tried desperately, but was unable to capture the erupting head in her mouth before the next salvo drenched her face in a mask of sperm. Blindly, she finally managed to catch the wildly pulsing knob and force her outrageously stretched lips over the crown, but Rick’s silvery seed spurted thickly from her mouth faster than she could swallow. Grateful tears of passion mixed with the torrent of semen streaming from her mouth.

Janet loved to watch a penis ejaculate. And she especially loved watching Rick’s, which was unlike anything she had ever witnessed. After five years, she was still astonished and thrilled beyond belief by the volcanic power of Rick’s orgasms and the phenomenal volume of semen he produced. She loved to jerk his mammoth cock and feel its rock hard power pulsing in her grasp as tremendous streamers of thick ropey cum soared high above her pumping hands. Above all, she loved the knowledge that she - and she alone, with her spectacular milk-filled breasts - was the supreme source of this awesome power.

Janet’s body suddenly stiffened and shook with gut-wrenching convulsions. "Oh my God!" she cried, raising her mouth from Rick’s cock. "Oh my God, I’m cumming, Rick! I’m cumming!" With her eyes squeezed shut and tit-filled hands clenching her nipples, Janet shuddered again and again, paralyzed by the spasms of a cataclysmic orgasm. Multiple spouts of milk streamed from her heaving breasts as the climax gripped and shook her like a rag doll. Gasping for breath, she clung to the huge spar of Rick’s cock like the survivor of a tempest-wracked shipwreck. When the storm finally passed, the two lovers collapsed to the carpeted floor, which was soggy with milk and cum.

Later that evening, Janet cradled Rick’s head in her lap while he nursed comfortably on a long fat nipple. Janet supported her breast with one hand and caressed Rick’s boyish face with the other. He sighed deeply, encircling Janet’s nipple with his tongue and pressing it firmly to the roof of his mouth. Rick sucked powerfully and was rewarded with a sudden flood of warm sweet milk. Janet’s breast quivered with pleasure, and a deep sinuous orgasm rolled through her. Rick’s cock, which had finally gone to sleep, began to swell and thicken. Once more, Janet’s breasts filled with milk.

She smiled to herself and sighed contentedly, "Here we go again."