Janet’s Milk – Part 8

A Friend In Need

by Eduardo Corbicula

Copyright © 2003

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 acquire 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 during the 1990s 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. Parts 5 and 7 were produced by Eduardo Corbicula and are located at http://www3.bearchive.com/~chilipalmer99/Stories/Janetsmilk5.htm and http://www3.bearchive.com/~chilipalmer99/Stories/Janetsmilk7.htm. Part 8 appears here for the first time and is also the original work of Eduardo Corbicula, who welcomes any comments or suggestions at ecorbicula@hotmail.com.

 Janet was still in her bathrobe when Rick got up from breakfast to leave for work.

"Have a good day, lover. I’ll see you tonight." She kissed him lightly.

"Hey, not so fast," Rick laughed, embracing his wife and pressing his lips to hers. Janet’s soft mouth opened in welcome, and her lush terry-clad bosom spread warmly over his chest.

"Mmm Rick, don’t get me started this early," she giggled, trying to pull free. "I'll never make it through the day."

"You’re probably right. And I don’t need to come to the office with a stain on my pants," he chuckled. "Think you can save it for tonight?

"I'll do my best," Janet smiled demurely. "I told Lydia that I’d help out down at the shop today, so I'll probably be over there if you need me."

"But I need you already," Rick teased, placing his hands on her bottom and giving a firm squeeze.

"Mmm, I guess you do," she murmured at the press of his swollen manhood, which threatened to re-kindle her own lust. "I’ll be waiting for you – tonight," Janet smiled, breaking away and watching her husband leave. "I love you!" she called, as the door closed behind him. "More than you’ll ever know," she added with a sigh.

Janet and Rick had been happily married for five years, but were still like newlyweds, especially in bed. In addition to hours of endless pleasure, their incredible lovemaking had blessed them with a beautiful ten-month-old baby girl named Erica, who was asleep in her crib. Janet had never dreamed that life could be so rewarding. Motherhood was a wonderful gift, and her part-time job with Lydia was working out even better than she had dreamed.

The two young mothers had first met during a pregnancy class, and more recently had become fast friends through their toddlers play group. And now, Janet helped out a few days each week at Lydia’s ice cream shop in the village center, only a short walk from her suburban home.

Next door to the ice cream parlor was a small daycare center for infants and toddlers, where Janet usually left Erica while she helped Lydia, and where she often volunteered as an aide during her spare time. Not only was Janet especially skilled with children, but her services as a wet nurse were highly prized by the breastfeeding mothers who left their babies in her care – for Janet had an extraordinary capacity to produce milk.

She had been blessed with exceptionally large breasts ever since puberty. And her lavish bosom had become even fuller and heavier during pregnancy, when her lush nipples and aureoles thickened and stiffened into a virtually constant state of erection and, much to Janet’s chagrin, arousal. Her breasts continued to swell and ripen daily, quickly becoming too large for her bras, which had to be replaced by expensive custom-made nursing harnesses – because nothing available in stores, even in the maternity shops, could contain her incredible opulence.

The effects of Janet’s appearance on men and boys was inevitable. She had caused more than one hapless onlooker to ejaculate in his pants simply by meeting his astonished gaze and taking a deep breath. Even fully clothed, she was a walking wet dream.

When uncovered and released from confinement, Janet’s naked breasts would sweep down and out from her delicate collarbone like overripe melons, heavy and lazy in their humid resilience, shifting and swaying smoothly, but with surprising gravity. Their incredible size and weight created a cleavage of spectacular depth. Firm, but gently yielding, her magnificent melons moved with a languid grace – rising and falling, rolling and sliding, sometimes separating slightly – but always returning to settle heavily together like two quiet friends, or bosom buddies, totally at ease in each other’s company.

Midway through her pregnancy, Janet's extraordinary breasts covered her entire torso, but amazingly, retained their marvelous shape and symmetry even as they continued to grow. The outer slopes flared well beyond the gentle curves of her upper arms, and their massive underswells swept down below her navel, which remained hidden in the shadowy depths of her mind-bending cleavage. Her thumb-sized nipples with their rich halos of pebbly pink flesh continued to thicken as her breasts grew – right up until the milk started.

Janet had been at home alone one morning soon after her tummy began swelling with life. While admiring her voluptuous nakedness in the mirror, her nipples suddenly blushed and began to darken. The closer she watched, the more actively they responded, expanding steadily under her rapt attention. The dusky coronas filled with blood and stiffened dramatically into nubby plum-colored cones. Spellbound, Janet watched her nipples lengthen and harden, appearing to grow from within themselves – like flowers blooming in time-lapse photography. Within minutes, each blunt snout-like appendage had developed a well-defined crease at its tip – an inward pucker pouting with lewd promise.

In a trance of growing arousal, Janet pressed her hand to the dewy opening of her pussy and raised a syrupy finger to her breast. The intoxicating aroma of sex flooded her senses, and the engorged nipple lengthened even further. The furrowed tip began to throb, opening and closing in slow rhythmic pulses like a tiny mouth begging for nourishment. With the lightest of strokes, Janet teased her swollen aureoles, painting them carefully with pussy juice, but deliberately avoiding the sensitive nipples themselves. The dense field of nubbins on her thick saucer-like aureoles leapt into prominence, swelling to the size and hardness of BBs.

Janet grazed one swollen disk with the back of her fingernail, tracing a slow lazy spiral around the straining nipple, which by now was fatter than the teasing finger itself – and almost as long. She gathered more nectar from her pussy, but this time applied it directly to the nipple, delicately twirling the rubbery stem and pinching it lightly between her thumb and forefinger. A lightning bolt of pleasure shot from her breast to her crotch, and a faint sheen of sweat appeared on her brow and lip. Still mesmerized by the image in her mirror, she carefully coated the other nipple with the same loving care, until both blood-filled sentinels stood at rigid attention, glistening wetly in ripe resplendent glory.

Once more placing her thumb and forefinger around the base of a swollen nipple, Janet gave a forceful squeeze. To her astonishment, a sharp spray of liquid shot from the puckered tip in multiple needle-like streams. Milk! Her magnificent breasts were filled with milk! Another squeeze produced an even greater jet – and then another. She began pinching and squeezing rhythmically – first one fat nipple and then the other – until two continuous streams spurted from her mammoth breasts at the same time. Janet continued to pleasure herself, stroking and kneading, squeezing and rolling her turgid nozzles, sliding first one hand and then the other to her churning cunt. If only she could reach all of herself at once!

Cradling a huge globe on her forearm, Janet hoisted the massive breast upward and with her other hand guided its swollen teat to her mouth. She took the throbbing stem between her lips and was startled to find that the monstrous nipple completely filled her mouth. Janet closed her eyes and curled her tongue around the trembling spout, taking it to the back of her throat and engulfing as much as her mouth could contain. Her swirling tongue and teeth attacked the slab-like aureole, rolling and biting the nipple and sucking greedily. Without warning, her body convulsed in a tremendous orgasm, detonating first in her cunt and then surging upward through her breasts. A gush of milk filled her mouth and spurted from her ravening lips. The orgasm increased in intensity, crushing Janet under successive waves of ecstasy as she suckled and chewed her rampant flesh, until finally spent, she collapsed quivering on the bed.

Such was the discovery of Janet’s "milky way," as she came to regard the limitless galaxy of pleasure that her experience so suddenly revealed. Janet’s phenomenal breasts were soon producing so much milk that her doctor prescribed a mechanical pump to relieve her discomfort, an exciting chore that she dutifully performed several times each day – right up until Baby Erica’s birth, which came on the wings of the most shattering orgasm of her young life. By that time, the refrigerator was filled with dozens of bottles of Janet's milk.

Dealing with all the excess became a daily challenge – as simply pouring it down the drain seemed like such a waste. Fortunately for Janet, the opportunity to provide wet nurse services at the daycare center came as a welcome relief. But not even a dozen suckling infants could keep up with the incredible capacity of her breasts. Recently, though, she had come up with the idea of using breast milk in Lydia’s home-made ice cream. Lydia was intrigued by the suggestion and agreed to try out the new recipe, readily accepting six quarts of fresh milk that Janet delivered the next day.

Her quiet reverie was suddenly interrupted by the doorbell.

"Lydia!" she greeted her friend with surprise and delight. "I was just thinking of you."

"Really? I just dropped my little guy off at the center and wanted to stop by here before opening up the shop," Lydia answered. "I thought you might want to taste the first batch. It turned out great," she grinned, holding up a small plastic cooler.

"You mean the new ice cream?" Janet blushed, self-consciously touching the huge globes covered by her fluffy bathrobe.

"Yes. And I’ll bet our new flavor becomes a best-seller. I'm already thinking of calling it 'Janet's Delight.'" She looked at her friend curiously. "Hey, what’s the matter, stranger? Aren't you even going to ask me in?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, Lydia. Of course." Janet was flustered. "Please forgive me. Come on in and have some coffee."

Janet poured coffee while Lydia spooned the silky white ice cream into two small bowls. "It’s only vanilla," she said. "But I think you'll like it. It’s really yummy."

"Lydia, this is wonderful!" Janet exclaimed. It was in fact the smoothest and sweetest ice cream she’d ever tasted. "I can’t believe how good it turned out."

"Well, you better believe it. You’re the one who made it," Lydia grinned. "By the way, do you have any milk for my coffee?"

"Are you kidding?" Janet laughed. "How many gallons would you like?" she asked, opening the refrigerator to display row upon row of neatly stacked bottles – all gleaming with fresh milk.

"Good Lord, Janet. How much is that – about a day’s worth?"

"Oh Lydia, it probably took three – or maybe four days – to fill all these," she answered.

"Well, to be honest," Lydia said. "That’s not quite what I had in mind. What I was really hoping for," she lowered her voice to a conspiratorial whisper, "was something a little fresher – and maybe not quite so cold, if you know what I mean." Lydia raised her eyebrows expectantly and fixed Janet with a gaze that was both frank and direct.

Janet hesitated a moment before closing the refrigerator. "Let me ask you something," she said, sidestepping Lydia’s bold request. "Does this ice cream make you feel kind of funny?"

But Lydia wouldn’t let her get away. "Well, if you mean does it make me feel kind of horny, then I’d have to say yes – definitely. I told you that it’s bound to be a favorite," she grinned, still perched on a kitchen chair. "Thanks to our secret ingredient," she added with a wink. "But I really would like to try it out – fresh from the source – if you’d share just a little with me, Janet. What do you say?"

"I don't know, Lydia," Janet still wavered. "I’ve never done anything like that before – with another woman, I mean."

"I know you haven’t – and I’m not surprised. But we're big girls now, sweetie. We’re grownups – and we don't need anyone else’s permission. We can have all the ice cream we want – all that we’ve ever dreamed of – even at nine o’clock in the morning. Do you know what I’m saying?" she asked earnestly. "I’ve been dreaming about this for such a long time now."

Janet hesitated – and then relented. "You know that I’d do anything for you, Lydia," she sighed. Janet’s trembling fingers fumbled with the sash of her robe, but the simple knot had grown so taut from the heavy load of her breasts that it resisted her clumsy efforts.

"Here, let me help," Lydia said gently, as her hands covered Janet’s. Together, they successfully loosened the stubborn knot and untied the sash. Like an emerging butterfly, Janet raised her arms and spread them slowly out to her sides. At first, the robe parted only slightly, but it suddenly fell open completely to reveal the breathtaking span and awesome cleavage of her unbelievable breasts, which tumbled down and exploded outward in a stupendous avalanche of creamy white flesh, rolling and swaying uncontrollably.

"Oh my God . . . " Lydia was speechless. Janet’s exuberant breasts continued to surge and heave, bobbling heavily and gradually slowing, but never coming completely to rest.

Janet finally broke the stunned silence. "I’m so sorry, Lydia," she whispered in embarrassment, lowering her eyes. "I'm such a freak."

"Oh no, Janet, don’t ever say that! I've never seen anything – anyone – so beautiful in all my life," Lydia cried. "Please promise me that you’ll never say that again – ever."

Janet looked up. "Really, Lydia? You like them?"

"Oh God, Janet – of course I do. I love them. I’ve always known you were big – but this," Lydia struggled for words, "these – are so much more than ‘big’ or ‘huge.’ They’re an absolute wonder, my love. You’re a goddess – and your breasts are truly unbelievable – impossible to describe in words. They can only be honored and adored – and worshipped, my love."

Janet remained silent until their eyes met. Then, in a barely audible whisper, she simply said, "Then worship them, Lydia. Worship me."

"I will, Janet, I will!"

Like birds released from a cage, Lydia’s hands flew to Janet’s breasts and began tracing their vast contours, caressing the silken curves and testing their weight, cupping as much of her massive melons that her hands could support. "So heavy," she murmured in awe. "So smooth and soft. So hot. So huge. And so unbelievably beautiful. Let me love them, Janet!"

Wordlessly, Janet placed a hand at the back of Lydia’s head and guided her to a heavily pulsing breast. "Lydia . . ." Janet’s sigh became a purr as tiny droplets of milk formed on the surface of her giant aureole. A thin white trickle leaked from the wrinkled spout, and Janet knew that her letdown was near. Like a snake, the finger-like nipple slithered between Lydia’s welcoming lips, where her swirling tongue pressed the thickened morsel tightly against the roof of her mouth. She suckled and chewed the swollen cylinder with desperate hunger. Janet gasped in pleasure.

"Oh God, that’s so good!" A hot frothy torrent filled Lydia’s mouth. Janet seized her other nipple with her fingers and sent a scalding stream of milk arcing through the air. Before the waves of an oncoming orgasm could overtake her, she withdrew her streaming teat from Lydia's lips. "Quick, let's go to the bedroom where there’s more room," she said, struggling to cover her massive bosom with her robe.

"Yes – but let’s hurry," Lydia panted, her eyes glazed with lust.

Janet led the way to the master bedroom, where she had just replaced the sheets, which last night's lovemaking with Rick had turned into a funky swamp. Lydia sat on the edge of the bed to undress and glanced up at the wall. "What’s that, Janet?" she asked, nodding toward several fresh stains above the headboard.

"Oh my gosh, Lydia!" Janet blushed furiously, clapping a hand over her mouth. "I'm so embarrassed! Rick and I had sex last night, and I was in such a hurry to change the sheets this morning that I never even noticed this . . . stuff . . . all over the wall. What can I say? I’ll go get a rag and clean it up right away."

"Don't be silly, you goose," Lydia laughed. "Are you telling me this is cum all the way up there?"

Janet nodded.

"Well then, Rick must be quite a man," she chuckled. "And I hope you appreciate what you’ve got there, girl."

"Oh I do, Lydia, I do. But you wouldn't believe how much he cums! Last night he was sliding his penis – which is truly huge, you know – back and forth between my breasts. I was squeezing and rolling them together, sliding them all over his dick – which was like a steel bar by then. We both really love that – with the size of my tits and his cock and all."

"God, I can imagine." Lydia had taken off her bra and was fondling her own strawberry nipples. "Don’t stop, Janet. I’m getting so horny – tell me more!" she said excitedly.

"Well, Rick got so turned on by my tits that he ejaculated before he could even get his penis into my pussy. God, what a mess, Lydia – he was like a firehose! The first shots must have been over three feet long. They flew past me and hit the wall way up above the headboard. I actually heard them splatter. I guess that’s what made all this mess. Then he smacked me right in the face – I mean one of his cumshots did. There was so much goo that I could hardly see! By the time I finally got his cock into my mouth – or at least the head of it, which is all that ever fits – I was drenched. My face and neck were totally covered with sperm. It was all over my tits – sliding down between them and over my tummy – all the way down to my pussy. Can you imagine getting pregnant from a titfuck? You just wouldn't believe it, Lydia! The man cums like Vesuvius! Ever since we ruined our first mattress, we've used a plastic sheet to protect the bed from his semen – and all my milk, of course. God, just thinking about it’s making me wet."

"And me too, Janet. You’re going to make me cum if you keep talking like that. But I want to show you something, first."

Lydia skimmed off her panties and opened her thighs, revealing an untrimmed carpet of thick black hair that spread upward from her crotch to a point just below her navel, where the curly pelt ended in a natural taper. "Look, Janet," she said, spreading her legs further apart. "Look at my horny cunt. See how wet and hairy I am?" There was a slight edge to her voice. "That’s what this is, Janet – a big horny, hungry cunt. Now look at this." Using both hands, Lydia spread open her gleaming pink lips, which lurked like a large muscular clam deep within its pubic lair, to reveal the tip of a fleshy appendage protruding from under a conical hood.

"Lydia, you've got a penis!" Janet exclaimed.

"Not quite," Lydia said. "It’s just my clitoris – but I’ll admit that it’s a bit over-developed. Why don’t you take a closer look?" she offered invitingly.

Janet knelt on the floor between Lydia's thighs and peered into her open crotch, inhaling the intoxicating fragrance of her musky womanhood. As she moved in closer, Janet was enveloped by an incredible sensation of warmth and safety.

Lydia began to stroke her remarkable clitoris, scissoring the bullet-headed organ between her fingers and massaging it firmly. The rhythmic squishing sounds caused Janet’s own pussy to pulse in humid sympathy. Lydia paused for a moment to pull back the shroud-like foreskin to expose the full extent of her clitoral erection, which continued to twitch and jerk, even after her fingers had stopped stroking. The desperate creature was aching for further contact, so Janet placed her hands on Lydia’s thighs and leaned forward – extending her tongue to the beckoning organ.

The taste was sweet and tart at the same time – not unlike her husband's precum. The first feathery touch, however, was like an electric shock to Lydia, who spasmed violently, clamping her thighs tightly around Janet’s head. Undeterred, Janet flicked her tongue back and forth over the fiery clit – lightly at first – then lapping more firmly with longer broader strokes, until she finally pressed the swollen stalk solidly between her teeth and tongue and sucked deeply.

"Oh God! Janet! Ohhh!" Lydia began gasping in short percussive breaths. "Oh, oh, oh! oh! oh! oh! Oh God! Oh God! Oh, oh, oh! God! I’m gonna cum!. . . I’m . . . gonna . . . cum! Oh God!" she screamed. Her whole body froze – and began bucking convulsively. Janet’s lips clung to Lydia's cunt while her tumultuous climax seemed to go on without end before finally shuddering to a breathless close.

* * * * * *

"The curse – or the blessing – of my little soldier is its extreme sensitivity," Lydia explained a short time later. "As you can see, I can have an orgasm with almost no effort at all. And what's worse – or maybe better," Lydia mused, "are the multiples, which go off like a string of bombs – one after another. Sometimes, I’ll cum so many times that I literally pass out. It can be extremely exhausting, to say the least, for both me and my partner."

"But it was so exciting, Lydia! I’ve never been with another woman while she had an orgasm. I never knew it could be such a turn-on. Can I help you with another one?"

"Another one?" she laughed. "Janet, my love, you can help me with another dozen if you can stand it. But not until I’ve had some more of you," she said dreamily.

"I think I’d like that, too," Janet blushed. But this time she stood up without hesitation, unfastened her robe, and let it drop it to the floor – all in one fluid motion.

Once again, Lydia was rendered speechless by the revelation of Janet’s naked splendor. She simply couldn’t comprehend the enormity of her awesome breasts. Their eyes met in mutual hunger as Janet corralled one of her massive giants and raised it in offering. "This is for you, Lydia," she said quietly. encircling the thickly nippled crest with all ten fingers, Janet clutched the rubbery flesh in a two-handed grasp that caused her enormous nipple to leap outward in stunning erection. "And especially this," she whispered, squeezing herself with more force and causing the entire swollen surface of her nipple and aureole to erupt in a shower of milk. "All for you, Lydia. Every ounce and every swallow. Every inch and every bite. every gulp, Lydia. All for you. To love, suckle, and worship – as you wish."

Lydia’s mouth seized the crown of Janet's surging breast and her hands leapt to the immensity of its satin-smooth surface – clutching, squeezing and stroking as she kissed and chewed the thick nipple, pressing her nose and then her whole face into the warm smothering flesh. "Oh God. Oh!" Janet whimpered, clasping Lydia to her breast. "I’m going to cum. Unh . . . unh . . . unh. Oh God! Suck it, Lydia – suck. Suck me!" she grunted. "I’m cumming! Oh yes. Yesss! Ohhhhh! Yessss!" Janet was still catching her breath as the rolling waves of another orgasm approached. "Do the other one, now – you’ve got to do the other one, too," she gasped, thrusting her second spewing breast toward Lydia, who clung to the huge globe like a drowning sailor. "Yes. Like that. Just like that!" Janet urged. "Suck it. Bite it. Take it all – all my milk! Suck my nipples and bite me – until I’m dry, and I can’t cum anymore! Ungh! Yes – more! More! Suck me! More!!" she cried.

By now Lydia was awash in milk and nearly suffocating between janet’s colossal breasts. "Me too," she groaned, coming up for air. "Fuck me, Janet. I need to cum so bad!"

janet hummed in agreement as her own hungry mouth grazed the soft flesh of Lydia’s belly, nibbling her breasts and teasing the succulent nipples with her lips and teeth.

"Mmm, that’s so good, Janet. Touch my pussy, too. Do my clit some more, and reach inside my cunt."

Janet’s hand glided over Lydia’s silken thigh, curving inward and then up to her heated pussy. Without stopping, she took the slippery stalk of Lydia’s clitoris between her thumb and forefinger, stroking it smoothly.

"Oh God!" Lydia’s body went rigid. "Yes!"

Janet squeezed the straining organ, which throbbed and vibrated as if trying to ejaculate. "Aiieeegghhh!!" Lydia shrieked. Janet slipped one finger and then a second through the elastic portals of Lydia’s cunt. "Yesss," she hissed. "Keep doing that."

But Janet had no choice, as Lydia’s clasping pussy gripped her fingers in a muscular grasp of frightening strength. Janet's stroking thumb pummeled the throbbing clit while the rest of her hand struggled in the vortex of Lydia’s cunt. "Put it in, Janet. Put your whole hand in my pussy. Fuck me hard – and make me cum!"

Janet withdrew her thumb and pressed her tapered fist into Lydia’s glistening maw, powerless to resist its pull. Her entire hand and wrist, and finally her forearm, were sucked inward, until she was buried almost to her elbow. Lydia’s seething cunt writhed and squirmed like a nest of pythons, squeezing and stroking Janet’s arm with unbelievable strength.

"Do me with your fist – use your whole arm!" she demanded.

Lydia’s cunt released its grip for a moment, allowing Janet to partially withdraw her arm, but she was quickly pulled back in by another series of contractions. The vaginal waves continued to subside and resume at alternating intervals until Janet established a natural rhythm, pistoning her arm smoothly in and out of Lydia’s cunt in deep powerful strokes.

"God, yes! Fuck my cunt. Fuck me! That’s it. That’s it, Janet! Shove it in. Deep! Deeper! All the way, now! Yes! Faster! So good! Oh God, Janet – I’m going to cum. Yes! Here it is! Noowwwooww!!" Lydia screamed hoarsely as her cunt crushed Janet’s arm in the vice-like grip of yet another convulsive orgasm. With her arm locked inside, Janet buried her face in Lydia’s pussy and captured the straining clitoris in her mouth, biting and sucking fiercely. "Yes – yes – yes. My God. Again! Oh God – another one! Again – I can’t stop!" Lydia screamed

Janet had never witnessed such a frenzied display of super-human lust. Lydia had become an animal, insane with arousal, and with no end in sight. Meanwhile, Janet’s breasts were aching painfully with a fresh accumulation of milk and unrelieved tension. She needed help, desperately.

"Lydia," she said, trying to penetrate her hysteria. "Lydia, listen to me! Let go of my arm. Please! I need your help! Let go for a minute, and I’ll fuck you with something even better – I promise!" But Lydia was responding to nothing but the overpowering need of her insatiable cunt.

"Lydia – listen to me, please! My breasts are so full of milk that I’m afraid they’re going to burst. I need your help, please! I want you to suck the milk out – please!" Janet was shouting now, as if trying to be heard above the fury of a raging storm. "But not with your mouth, Lydia! I want you to suck my tits with your cunt!" she called, lowering an over-heated breast heavily downward to Lydia’s crotch. "I want to fuck you with my tits!" Like a heat-seeking missile, her distended nipple homed in to Lydia’s pulsing clitoris, which was pressed firmly against Janet’s still-buried forearm. "Feel how hot and hard my nipple is!"

Janet’s pleas finally began to burn through the fog of Lydia’s lust, and her dazed eyes began to re-focus. "Yes," she croaked hoarsely. "Fuck me with your tits, Janet – yes!" she moaned in desperation. Her cunt gripped Janet’s arm in yet another violent spasm, but when the orgasm passed, Janet was finally able to slide her glistening arm – flushed and shining from its ordeal – all the way out of Lydia’s cunt, which was still quivering and quaking with aftershocks. Janet flexed her hand, opening and closing her fingers to restore the circulation and ease her cramped muscles.

"Lie on your back," Lydia said, crawling over Janet on hands and knees and assuming a sixty-nine position. Her swollen cunt lips writhed in anticipation.

"Just a minute, I need a little more room," Janet said, gathering a giant breast in her arms. She captured its huge blood–filled cap between her splayed fingers and squeezed firmly, extruding a football-sized mass of dark pebbly flesh. The prodigious nipple leapt upward from the thick aureole like an angry phallus. Milk began leaking from the fleshy cylinder, and tiny droplets formed on the field of surrounding nubbins. A massive eruption seemed imminent. "Look, Lydia. See how hot and swollen I am. I’m going to hold my breast up like this, while you press down with your pussy."

"Yesss, give me your tit!" Lydia was nearly swooning with need. She straddled Janet’s chest and carefully lowered her cunt to within inches of the rampant nipple, once again revealing the unnatural length of her protruding clitoris. A growing pool of moisture accumulated at the apex of her drooling pussy, and a single droplet – still tethered by a gossamer thread of glistening fluid – dropped soundlessly, slithering downward to the tip of Janet’s nipple. The shiny trickle thickened to a stream, and the massive teat and aureole soon gleamed with a rich glaze of milk and pussy juice.

Janet began to whimper, squeezing her breast to the brink of orgasm. "Oh God, Lydia. I can’t wait any longer. Please do it. Please!"

Lydia lowered her cunt further, sliding her hardened clit to down the length of Janet’s surging nipple, and with the uncanny dexterity of a human mouth, her prehensile pussy lips parted to inhale the nipple – first the tip, then inch after quivering inch – until it completely swallowed the entire stem. With exquisite control, Lydia’s vaginal muscles stroked the turgid appendage, wringing it repeatedly with the most intense suction that Janet had ever experienced.

"Yes!" she gasped.

Lydia’s pussy never stopped rippling and squeezing as it stroked the milk from Janet’s swollen nipple.

"I’m gonna cum! Oh God – I’m there!" Janet screamed.

As Lydia’s inner muscles continued to suck, her cunt opened further, and her pussy lips began nibbling the thick slab of Janet’s aureole with the ardent fervor of an impassioned lover. The rapacious organ then gaped open even wider to surround the entire crown of Janet’s breast and began pulling the creamy melon inside. No serpent ever engulfed a more succulent meal with such hunger.

"Ohhhh – Lydia!" Janet shrieked.

Slowly but steadily, the silken flesh flowed inward like a molten stream, until nearly half of the melon-sized breast was consumed by Lydia’s voracious cunt, which it filled to capacity. "Lydia!" Janet screamed again, as her breast was squeezed and stroked in unending waves of heat and power. Milk surged in torrents – although how and where Lydia managed to accommodate such a tremendous amount remained a mystery. Janet hurtled toward a tremendous climax.

"Lydia! I’m cumming again. Yes! Lydia! Yesss!! Oh Godddd!!"

Janet’s orgasm went off like a grenade in the milk-fueled inferno of Lydia’s cunt, where it triggered a cataclysmic blast without end. Although her body was frozen in orgasmic rigor, Lydia’s pussy never stopped pulsing and quivering – until it had extracted every last drop from Janet’s mammoth milk-filled breast. Both women were stunned, gasping and panting raggedly, and barely conscious.

Lydia raised herself up on hands and knees, and her cunt began to release its grasp, allowing a portion of the captive breast to emerge – slowly at first, then with increasing speed – until a viscous deluge of milk and vaginal fluid suddenly spilled out like a flood of semen across Janet’s breasts and belly and down to her pubic nest.

Even she was amazed. "God, Lydia, I’m totally drenched. I’ve never seen so much milk and cum in my whole life." With considerable effort, Janet pulled herself upright. "But my other breast is ready to burst," she moaned, capturing the other leviathan and presenting it to Lydia. "I’m afraid I still need your help."

"You poor baby," Lydia murmured, greeting the prominent nipple with a tender twirl of her finger. "My God, Janet. Your nipple is as long as my finger. You better put it right here," she said, opening her thighs and exposing her cavernous pussy.

Again, the lovers fell together, entwining themselves in a heaving tangle of limbs and breasts, grinding cunts, and stroking hands, hungry mouths, and swirling tongues – seeking and finding, squeezing, caressing, kissing and biting, sucking, swallowing, probing and thrusting – lost and tossed in an infinite sea of pleasure, an endless banquet of warm, pulsing, flesh – salty and sweet, firm and soft, continually throbbing with insistent overpowering need – and propelled by the onrushing promise of complete and total oblivion.

With her upper body scissored between Lydia’s legs, Janet guided the zeppelin-like mass of her breast to Lydia’s cunt and allowed the quivering nipple to nuzzle her rigid clit. "Oh, yes!" they groaned together. Janet squeezed her breast and pressed the huge organ between Lydia’s cunt lips. once more the muscular opening welcomed its monstrous visitor – quickly swallowing the nipple, absorbing the expansive aureole, and gorging on huge mouthfuls of unimaginably smooth flesh. The rippling contractions were more than Janet could bear, and she was overwhelmed by an annihilating orgasm. "Oh – Oh – Ohhh! My God! Ohhhhhh!!" she screamed as her very essence was torn through her breast and nipple with torrential force. Unbearable ecstasy surged through Janet and into the chasm of Lydia’s cunt – until at last, she was totally and thoroughly drained.

* * * * * *

Sometime later, the two lovers staggered to the shower, where they soaped and stroked each other’s glowing bodies with soothing care, still struggling to comprehend – and to recover from – their soul shattering encounter. By the time they were out of the shower and had toweled each other off, Lydia’s irrepressible libido – in the form of her burgeoning clitoris – was already coming back to life.

"No more for now, lover," Janet smiled. "We’ve got to clean up the mess in the bedroom."

And what a mess there was. The bedding was totally saturated with milk and pussy juice, and only the plastic sheet beneath the pad had saved the mattress from total ruination. "Wow, will you look at this," Janet grinned ruefully, dropping a pile of clean towels onto the still spreading pool of spunk.

Lydia laughed and then glanced at the bedside clock. "Oh my gosh, it’s almost noon," she said with surprise.

"Time does fly," Janet smiled. "But I can’t remember when I’ve been so thoroughly satisfied and sucked so completely dry," she said, cupping her breasts and squeezing their sullen tips. "I feel about twenty pounds lighter – but if you want to know the truth, I don’t really think they look any smaller than before." As if to emphasize her point, she took a deep breath that sent her majestic tits surging into spectacular motion.

"My God, Janet. I still can’t believe the sight of you," Lydia sighed with longing. "I could cum from just looking at you."

She was interrupted by a sharp cry from the baby’s room. "Oh dear," Janet said. "Someone’s getting hungry."

"Well, I’ve gotta be going, anyway, love." Lydia had dressed and was heading toward the door. "I can’t wait to try out our new flavor at the ice cream shop. I just know that Janet’s Delight will be the hit of the season. I’ll send Eddie over when he comes in after school to pick up some more milk – from the refrigerator, that is," she winked. "See you soon?"

"You bet!" Janet answered.

Erica gave a more insistent cry, and as if on cue, a surge of warmth suffused Janet’s breasts. Her nipples began to swell, and beads of milk began to form on her thickening aureoles.

"I’m on my way, sweetie," she answered. "Janet’s milk – coming right up!"