The Collegiate Milkmaid
The Collegiate Milkmaid
An Erotic Lactation Story
Elliot Silvestri
Copyright © 2012 by Elliot Silvestri and Green Bush Publishing
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The characters and events portrayed in this work are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author. Contains adult material that might not be suitable for all audiences. This work is a fantasy; in your own life be sure to follow safer sex practices.
All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.
Contents
Chapter One
"I'm getting some weird discharge from my nipples," Kelly said, squirming uncomfortably on the examination table. She hated going to the student health center, but where else was one to go while in college? At least they didn't immediately make her strip and put her feet up in the stirrups.
The doctor's manner was kind enough. He looked like a dropout from a hippie commune: long gray hair pulled back into a straggly pony tail, wool socks and sandals, wire rim glasses. He looked at her over the rims and asked, "Which nipple?"
"Both," she answered.
"That's odd. Usually it would be one or the other. Is it bloody or yellowish, pus-like?"
"No," Kelly answered, anxiously jiggling her foot against the table. "Just white-ish."
He frowned. "Doesn't sound like an infection. But have you had your nipples pierced recently? Or removed jewelry from them?"
She was shocked at the question, then realized that pierced nipples were probably as common on a college campus as beer and fake IDs. "No, not me."
"Well let's take a look and we'll do a sample." He looked at her expectantly.
Kelly hated to be naked in front of anyone, even her boyfriend. Knowing this was coming was why she had delayed coming to the health center for so long. Reluctantly she pulled off her sweatshirt, unbuttoned her blouse and pulled down her bra. The folded washcloths she had placed in the cups fell onto her lap; they weren't soaked but it was obvious something was making them wet.
The doctor raised his eyebrows. "How long have you been like this?" he asked.
"Two days now," she said softly.
He peered closely at her breasts. The old doctor had no way to knowing that her breasts were uncomfortably swollen. At first she had attributed it to her monthly cycle and too much college food. But that didn't matter now for a white droplet appeared on the tip of Kelly's nipple and started sliding down her areola and onto her breast. She grabbed one of the washcloths and quickly wiped away the liquid.
"Don't do that," the doctor said. "I'd like to take a sample."
Kelly blushed. "Sorry."
"Not to worry, I'm sure it'll happen again. Tell me, could you possibly be pregnant?"
Now her face turned bright red. "No. Well, I don't think so. My boyfriend and I...we've fooled around but we haven't had...intercourse. Yet."
"Hmm."
"What?" Kelly blurted. "I'm not pregnant, am I?"
"I don't know. I'd like to do a pregnancy test and sample the discharge, but...it looks like you are lactating."
"What? Lactating? Why?"
"I don't know," he said getting a small sample tube and pressing it against her nipple as another drop appeared. "But let's find out, shall we?"
After collecting a few milliliters of the fluid seeping from Kelly's breasts the doctor drew some blood, asked for a urine sample and announced he would be back shortly.
Over an hour later he finally reappeared with the test results. "Well," he said firmly settling his glasses on his nose, "it is breast milk. You aren't pregnant and based on your blood sample your hormones are well within normal range."
"What does that mean?" Kelly asked, her entire reasoning process gone with the unusual roller coaster of information she had been riding.
"A woman lactates for one of several reasons. Pregnancy and the hormones pregnancy causes in the body. An otherwise organic hormone imbalance caused by some secondary reason: a tumor on one of the hormone producing glands or hormone injections for other reasons."
"But none of that applies to me," Kelly said.
"The only other reason is stimulation of the nipples and breasts, by sucking, to stimulate milk production. That's usually only seen in women who are breast feeding children for a long period of time, or for those women who are using breast pumps to try and stimulate production. I've seen that in a few women who have adopted infants and want to breast feed them." He paused and thought a moment. "But I don't think any of that would apply to you, does it?"
"Would it if my boyfriend likes to suck on my nipples?"
Much earlier Simon had asked her, "You never get tired of this do you?"
Kelly was stripped to the waist and he was holding her with one hand by the wrists above her head while he dipped his head down and alternately sucked and nibbled at her breasts.
She sighed and wiggled half-heartedly against his restraints. "Yes," she lied and giggled.
"You're the first girl I ever met who could cum just from having her tits played with," he told her.
"I know," she sighed as he sucked her right nipple deeply into his mouth. "You've said so before."
"And I still marvel at it." Simon slid his free hand down her belly and stopped at the top button of her jeans. "How many times tonight have you cum?"
"Eleven," she answered as he sucked hard on her right nipple making her groan and cum again. As she did he popped open the button to her jeans and started easing down the zipper. "Don't," she sighed.
"Don't what?" he asked as his finger tips met the top edge of her pubic hair just beyond the elastic band of her red and white striped underwear. "Don't make you cum again or don't go into your panties?"
"Panties," she moaned her answer.
"You don't really mean that," he told her and slipped his hand all the way down between her legs. "You're soaked," he marveled at the wetness he encountered, cupping the whole of her pussy with his hand. She spread her legs to accommodate his invasion of her pants. "I don't think I've ever made you cum by playing with your pussy," he whispered in her ear. This will be something new. Can you even cum that way?"
"Uh-huh," she grunted as he spread her labia with index and ring fingers, then delved into her cunt-proper. Kelly tensed her entire body and he searched out her clit. It wasn't hard to find. It stood up proud and erect, after only a few rubs she gasped loudly enough to startle Simon to inaction as she clamped her legs around his hand, nearly crushing his fingers, and let the orgasm take over her body.
Simon let go of her wrists and kissed her lightly on the lips when she was done shaking from the violent internal explosion. "That was wonderful to watch," he told her.
"You're strange," she laughed at him, but kissed him back anyway.
"I just know what I like and what I want."
She dropped her hand to his cock. "I know what you want."
Too eagerly he undid his pants and exposed his cock to her. "You must be able to read minds," he complimented her.
"Just small ones," she joked, taking his erect organ in her hand and lowering her mouth down onto him.
Like most college boys Simon was easily excited and easily satisfied. Kelly had spent four years in high school band playing coronet and applied her musical talents and strong lips to her sex life. Simon soon ejaculated a copious load of semen into her mouth. Kelly wasn't a shy girl, even if she was a virgin. And swallowing was easier than having ...