This story contains huge breasts, lactation, some bondage and some reluctance.
Author’s Notes: Fourth Day – released this a little later to ask for people’s thoughts on the story, so a huge shout out to those dudes. Give me feedback and I hope you enjoy the story!
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The first thing Pauline noticed was waking up closer to the bed’s edge. The second thing was a squeezing force around one of her massive breasts. Conor took up a good chunk of the bedspace and his arms held her boob like a bear trap. Her nipple dripped milk against his lips; even in his sleep he couldn’t get enough.
She pushed against Conor’s head, gently shaking him awake. He groaned into her areola, squeezing her tighter. The sensation turned her dripping into a trickle.
Pauline perched on her ensnared tit and spoke down to him. “How’d you sleep?”
Conor yawned. “I slept wonderfully. That’s what warm milk does, right?”
She looked past his head and let out a playfully annoyed sigh. “Yeah, but I wish we’d put my pads back.”
A dark stain had spread under Conor’s head. He released her chest and sat up to escape it. Free from his coiled arms Pauline slid off the bedside to do some stretching, letting the bed hold her chest. There were small stains all over the bed from last night, reminding her of Conor’s hunger.
“I’ll clean it up,” Pauline stated, “you make breakfast. I’ll take sunny-side-up eggs and bacon but you have free range of whatever you find. I don’t have that much variety but I imagine there’s something you’d like.”
A sly smile grew on Conor’s face. “I think I know what I want for breakfast.”
He slid forward and grabbed both of her areolas. He found her pressure points and shifted his weight forward, sinking his fingers into her flesh. Pauline let out a gentle pur as her morning milk sprayed across the bed.
Pauline let Conor play with her chest for a minute. Before he could take in a milky mouthful she redirected his lips close to her own. He went in for a kiss but she pulled a bait and switch and moved to whisper in his ear, “Please make us some real food first.”
Conor gave an over dramatic sigh, “Ugh… I was really looking forward to breakfast in bed.” He walked over to the kitchen and began preparing breakfast in his boxers.
***
Half naked breakfast was less sexual than Conor had hoped. He’d opted for bacon and eggs, heaping his cooking in the center of the table to share with Pauline. The stack of bacon seemed excessive at first, but it quickly became apparent that he should have made more: Pauline spent breakfast mauling the meat platter, stopping to slurp up her eggs and chase with orange juice.
“You’re hungry for your size-“
“Ya” Pauline blurted out. She swallowed her mouthful before continuing, “Tits aren’t magic. I need fuel.”
She cleared the rest of her plate. Looking around the table no food was left. Pauline let out a burp. “That was wonderful Conor, much appreciated. My only critique here is that you underestimated my appetite; I’m feeling a bit unsatisfied at the moment.” She ended her sentence with sensual intonation, standing up from her chair.
His face lit up. “I can cook some more if you want.”
She waved off his offer. “No that’s alright, just something you should know for the future. Besides, it’s not that kind of appetite.”
“Oh yeah?” Conor watched Pauline climb onto the table and smile over at him, realizing what was on her mind.
She crawled the short distance to Conor’s side of the table, dragging her boobs on the furnished wood and leaving a milky trail. She sat up, pulling her breast buffet back in front.
Pauline leaned in close, “I think I ate most of the bacon. So I think it’s only fair you get a little more to eat.” She rubbed her areolas in slow circles, inviting him closer. Her breasts tingled as full droplets began accumulating.
Conor lapped the droplets up before pulling her nipples into his mouth. He took a sloppy chomp and suckled hard. His tongue tickled the tips of her nipples, getting the freshest taste of each juicy blast. Four hands helped squeeze her breasts, but Pauline started holding his hands to forcefully relax his crushing grip. The way he shaped her flesh was intoxicating and she was getting wet.
“Give me your hand.” Pauline huffed. Conor offered his right and she pulled it below her breasts. It took a second to understand, but the intentions became clear to Conor.
Pauline fidgeted to pull her panties down but was paralyzed by pleasure when he snaked past them. Her flow became too powerful to swallow, practically forcing Conor off. He let her breast gush hot milk past him.
Conor grinned at Pauline, “You liked that huh?”
She nodded vigorously. His strong fingers felt like too much at first, but almost immediately she began pulling him deeper inside. He was content rubbing her silly but felt the need to start rubbing himself. The beautiful sight of her jiggling breasts and ecstatic expression accelerated Conor’s pleasure, but he didn’t finish first.
Pauline screamed silently beylikdüzü escort while her breasts ejected milk with lustful force. Her passion influenced Conor to do the same. They watched each other create a spectacular mess, grunting at their own convulsions.
Pauline gittered and flooded the kitchen with milk while Conor laid exhausted in his chair. Conor got a wide smile on his face, letting out a few chuckles between heavy breaths. A final explosion of milk spread to paint Conor’s skin, head to knees in sweet liquid.
It took some time, but Conor finally got back up. He saw Pauline laying on her side and her beautifully massive breasts hanging over the table edge, one stacked on the other like a short snowman. He stroked her breasts before giving her lower milkcan a smack.
“Sensitive!” she squealed.
He chuckled and kissed her cheek. She reached up to bring him back for a kiss on the lips. Being too rough wasn’t always too rough.
***
Conor stepped out of the laundry room, dressed in yesterday’s newly cleaned clothes. He walked out to see a now dressed Pauline reading the morning news. He looked over her shoulders to see that AgriCarrier’s Public Relations manager had announced progress in finding a solution to the dog problem, whatever that meant.
“Terrific news!” Conor squeezed Pauline’s shoulders, trying to excite her. It quickly became apparent she was not in a good mood.
“Yeah. I just wish they’d kill these monsters off sooner. They came again last night.” She gestured out the backyard window.
Conor honestly didn’t know how much damage was new or old. Few plants had been destroyed recently but every night she’d found more. She was growing more concerned for her farm just like he was.
Which made his next words much harder to say.
Conor spoke without tone. “I should probably head home.”
Pauline didn’t react at first, processing the words. She turned to show her conflicted expression, but before she could speak he continued.
“I don’t know what we just started together, but before we continue I need to make sure Denise and the farm are fine. Plus, I have a lot of big conversations ahead of me.” He looked for an answer on her face while he talked but all he could see was a growing frown. He realized his timing could have been better, but if he stayed with Pauline much longer his anxiety about Denise would diminish their time together.
She lowered her head in defeat, “…Ok… When can you come back? I’m not sure what we’ve started either, so we still have to talk, right? When can we talk about that?”
“I honestly don’t know what to say. I got so caught up in how much I wanted this I wasn’t sure what ‘this’ would be. But I still want ‘this’ and it feels right, the timing just sucks. I’ll contact you tonight and let you know when I can come back.”
He held his arms out for a hug, half expecting her to shoo him off. But she took his embrace and held him tight. They said their goodbyes and Conor called a ride home, both wondering when they’d see eachother again.
***
Pauline dawned overall jeans and a simple white shirt for working. Sunday was supposed to be her easy day, but she needed busy work for her mind’s sake. She brought a loaded rifle just in case of trouble with any of those furry freaks.
It wasn’t long before she began checking the perimeter when an unreal sight appeared: a dog by her house! She drew her rifle and took aim, ready to put a bullet in it’s head! When…
Pauline focused in on the dog. It laid still by a depression in the ground with its tongue lolling out. She only assumed it was dead from a distance, but quickly confirmed it’s death walking closer. It was partially hidden in a small grass and dirt valley but it became very obvious the creature wasn’t breathing. This spot was vaguely familiar.
She opened her phone to call Rory next to the poor mutt. Before she could reach Rory she noticed a text message she’d just received.
“Heading out, see you soon!”
The text came from Conor’s oldest son. It was a little strange so she opened the message to see what he could have possibly meant. In recent memory she hadn’t had a conversation with him on reBay about purchasing milk, much less one over text
To her own surprise and horror, she’d asked them to come “get some milk” this early evening. These were late late night texts that stemmed from her message to those interested in buying her milk – the boys were interested, but Pauline had sent sensual messages that implied they could squeeze themselves the milk.
She messaged him back “Wait don’t come out yet”. Hopefully they would head back and she could talk to them about her mistake. She then called Rory and the phone immediately picked up. For whatever reason only white noise came through.
Pauline called out “Rory?”
Rory blared through the line, “Here! Hey! How have you been since yesterday? Any recent problems with the dogs?”
“Same old news but yeah they came by and stomped on my wheat and my pumpkins again. Very bolu escort frustrating: they don’t eat anything but still seem to wreck my livelihood for laughs. But I called about something stranger.”
“Yeah?”
“One of these pests died on my land, right by my house. Strangest thing, I have no idea how it died.”
“No idea huh? You put something out? Is there anything in the creature’s mouth?” Rory’s tone became intense curiosity.
Pauline explained how the anti animal spray didn’t seem to be the cause – the dogs still came around the perimeter where she sprayed the most and she hadn’t heard news of the spray killing these things. This thought led her to remember why this beast’s grave looked so familiar; she’d been standing right where the dog died while talking to Rory’s goony underling, that weird little Mr. Gittergut. She made a mental note to bring his visit up.
Pauline continued. “Maybe it died of old age, but that seems too unlikely, right? Any reports of randomly finding the dogs dead? I haven’t been viewing the news.”
“Not to my knowledge.”
“Right so… is there anything they usually don’t eat?”
Rory spoke after a short pause. “They seem hyper sensitive to ingesting certain chemicals, but I understand they’re not as susceptible to external chemicals like the pesticides. You’re sure they haven’t eaten any of your crops?”
“I’m pretty sure, I’ve seen them destroying my crops and they don’t eat. They don’t even seem like they choose not to, since – funny story: I uh, went to scare the dogs off without uh, properly tending the girls, if you catch my drift.”
“No vagueness, I understand your milk over productivity.”
“Up-yep,” Rory’s bluntness caught Pauline, “and I left a bit of a puddle, b’cuz, that’s what I do sometimes, and after scaring them off I saw one of the dogs run back later and slurp some up. So they probably weren’t already full. Maybe they eat the plants when I’m not looking but they drank the milk and didn’t eat the pumpkins so I’m doubtful.”
“That makes so much sense.” Rory’s speaking sped up. “That them drinking the milk means they weren’t hungry, that makes sense, not sure what could have killed them then.”
“Yeah, still not sure what killed them…” Pauline found Rory’s previous words strange, just the change in speed.
Rory continued at her frantic pace, “Yes very strange. Here’s an idea though, why don’t I bring a team out to take a look at the creature and we can talk then? It would be a nice visit!”
“Uh… a little sudden, not what I was anticipating but certainly. I have a couple things I’d like to talk about, but if you’re coming out we can talk in person.”
“Great! How about right now?”
“RIGHT NOW? Like, tonight now? Like, you’re here now? Are you here?” She turned her head to look around the edge of her house.
“No but if I came out in half an hour that’d work, right? The sooner the better!”
Pauline agreed, “the sooner the better”. Pauline then made certain Rory knew she wanted a brief visit. Unknown to Rory this was because she just wanted more time with Conor in case he could come out tonight. It seemed very important that Rory visited though, so maybe there was something else she wanted to talk about alongside investigating the dog. Either way seeing Rory would be nice.
After they hung up, an immediate problem made itself present. She walked inside and noticed a newish car outside, probably Conor’s sons. A text from the eldest saying “Here” confirmed it. She groaned, sad they hadn’t followed her text to not come.
Pauline pushed her shoulders back and stood as tall as she could carry herself. She would be assertive with them, no nonsense, she made a mistake in her texts, they had to leave. They could have some milk from her fridge if they really wanted some.
She opened the door to greet the brothers. They stood taller than she remembered. They looked excited, taking unashamed glances at her shirt.
Pauline cleared her throat, pulling their eyes back up to hers. “Good to see y’all here, come take a seat.”
The brothers followed Pauline to sit around a small table. They sat in chairs opposite her, where she took the center of a couch. It was something she chose to ignore but the younger brother had a bucket. He immediately set it center the table, making ignoring the bucket much more difficult.
The older brother piped up. “Well it’s nice to see you again Ms Pauline, um… how do you want to do this?”
“I was hoping not to ‘do this’ actually. Sorry to get your hopes up but I think I got a little tipsy last night. I saw what I sent this morning and I’m actually kind of embarrassed, but I can certainly give you some nice cool milk from my freezer!” She raised her tone in a sing-song invitation, but the young men seemed less than thrilled. They gave each other anxious glances, clearly not anticipating this.
The younger finally said, “That doesn’t seem very fair! We got in trouble driving out here!”
“Yeah,” The older continued, “when we dropped that money mom got suspicious, plus bursa escort on our ride up dad said he just got back from his trip out of town. He called just now demanding we head home so this trip has to be worthwhile now.”
Interesting information, hearing how Conor left his meeting with Pauline secretive. He also must have made stops on the way home, since he didn’t leave that recently. Much more interesting that they’d already paid, she must have missed that bit reviewing her messages.
“Look I can pay you two back, I’ll even pay back in full. But I’m expecting company soon and I think giving you a cool carton from the fridge would speed things up. I can give you each one!”
“Then we can make things quick!”
“It’ll be fast!”
They jumped to the couch. In a flash, they had grabbed Pauline’s arms and unclipped her overalls. She arched back out of surprise, not expecting this kind of enthusiasm without warning. The brothers grabbed the hem of her shirt and whipped it up. Immodest freckled milk tanks filled her bra. She overflowed this bra, not being one of her newly acquired wears.
“Knock it off you fuckers!” She yelled, pulling her arms inwards.
The brothers fiddled with the back of her bra, the younger trying to coerce Pauline. “We’ll take less than a gallon’s worth and keep things quick. Promise, no fooling around!”
Amidst their weak rationale and Pauline’s angry spouts, the bra flew into the ground. Her udders sprang downwards, firm with milk but pulled by their weight. The boys stopped acknowledging Pauline’s franticness and grabbed the sides of her boobs. They only had one arm each but they could push them together, their hands sinking in horizontally and raising pudgy rolls of cleavage. While heated in distaste for the situation Pauline’s nipples were hard and leaky, slobbering rivets of milk down her untanned under slopes.
“Not on the carpet!” Pauline insisted.
She threw their arms off with incredible might. Both brothers flinched away but she only reached to take the bucket off the table. She left it below her breasts and crossed her arms over her chest in unhappy submission.
Conor’s sons smiled at each other. They came back with a vengeance, now capable of smooshing her chest with four arms. Pauline was surprised by the sudden force, watching wide-eyed. The bucket failed to catch most of the milk the pressure splurged.
“Watch where you point those things!” she whined.
They both wrapped a hand around her hot areolas, pinching her nipples. Their other arms stretched to get a good grip around her inner cleavage. In supernatural synchronization their fingers pushed deep into her leaky milk nozzles. Pauline held a gasp against their flesh working, enduring a creamy milk explosion only aggressively horny farm boys could bring forth. She patted their shoulders asking for them to ease up but they only squeezed tighter, moving their arms to snake further around her massive udders. They didn’t need to reach around the full circumference to fill the bucket at a rapid pulse.
Their strong pace was a lot for Pauline to handle, and she began clenching her thick thighs with each farmboy squeeze. Her legs betrayed the side of her mind loving this rough attention.
Deep desire came over the milking hands. Without warning each breast was folded back on itself, partly blocking Pauline’s view. Wide mouths invited themselves to her volcanic milk geysers. She let out muffled moans as her arms tugged away at the hungry heads. The boys held her breasts higher, blocking her view fully. The only senses she perceived were the sounds of sucking and ounces of milk rushing through her irritated nipples.
Ecstasy washed over Pauline’s body. She couldn’t help herself letting a quoir of high pitched moans. Her breasts hit hypersensitivity and hot nipples let loose so much milk that her areolas were swimming. There was a loud and sudden drop as the brothers let her tits go, slapping waves of pleasure across her soft skin. At the end they were all puffing breathes of effort, small smiles across each face.
The brothers let Pauline sit in her spell for a moment before grabbing her breasts again. She squeaked in protest, physically stunned by her intense sensitivity.
Fortunately or not they were interrupted. “Wait!” The eldest swatted his brother’s hand, “somebody’s here!”
Instant panic ensured. Pauline angrily pointed to paper towels in her kitchen and they ran to bring them over. While they cleaned, Pauline wiped herself off and moved to catch sight of whichever visitor had come by. The brown and blue AgriCarrier logo covered the side of a van that had just pulled up. Rory came early.
“She shouldn’t fucking be here yet!” Pauline grimmanced.
She turned back to the working boys and continued. “And her being early wouldn’t be a problem if you idiots took the carton!”
“Who is she?” The eldest asked.
“My sister Rory. I’ll be back.” Pauline power walked to the bathroom. She used paper towels to stop most of her dripping but planned to use a towel to wipe off the rest of the milk. Her plan worked but rubbing her wet areola tingled her cunt like hitting a funny bone; she was so sensitive after her short lived couchgasm. Pauline came out with her shirt back down. After a knock came from the door she swung it open, greeting three people.