First Milking

Alex slammed the door and threw the groceries on the kitchen counter so swiftly that the milk and cereal fell from the bag. She unzipped her hoodie. Her breasts bounced free into the air in front of her.

She watched her nipples. They were dry. Then, to her amazement, two tiny drops of fluid slowly formed at their tips. The drops fell to the kitchen floor one after the other and were steadily replaced by new ones.

Drip. “Oh god.” She grabbed a nipple in one hand and squeezed. Milk dribbled over her fingers and sprayed loudly onto the plastic grocery bag in front of her.

She stepped back.

“Oh my god. I’m…”

She squeezed again. Harder. The spray shot across the kitchen, hitting the bag again.

“It’s…”



She turned, flung open a cabinet and grabbed a bowl. She set it down on the counter next to the groceries and hovered over it, bringing her hands to both nipples. Alex swallowed. Then squeezed. Thin streams of liquid shot from both breasts. She felt the liquid coursing from her breasts, through her nipples, and out into the open air. She winced.



Why did it feel so good?

She squeezed again, continuing until the bottom of the bowl was coated in a thin layer of white liquid. She would have screamed if it didn’t feel so wonderful. She released her breasts and took the bowl into her hands, bringing it to her nose.



She struggled to say the word.

“Milk.”

She was entranced. She had made this puddle. She gazed into it and then down at the milk carton.

To satisfy our consumers, our farmers pledge not to use artificial growth hormones.

She looked back to the bowl, then to the carton, and then back to the bowl. She could see her shadowy reflection playing over the surface of the milk. Alex took a deep breath and brought the bowl to her lips and sipped daintily.

The cream was delicious. Better than any milk she had ever tasted. Her tummy grumbled. She looked back to the pledge

….our farmers pledge…

“But can you trust your farmers?” She slapped the milk carton and it slid down the counter.

Alex sat the bowl down and tore open the grocery bag to fetch the cereal. She ripped open the box and poured a large helping into the shallow pool of milk she had created. Then she positioned her breasts.

Alex milked herself into the bowl, one spray at a time, watching the milk slowly rise between the pieces of cereal, growing higher and higher, until the cereal began to float in the bowl.

She stood back, still rolling her wet nipples in her hands.

“I made this.”

Her breasts felt so big. So present. So fertile.

She shakily opened the drawer in front of her and found a spoon. She took a breath and dipped it into the bowl and brought it to her lips. She wrapped her lips around the spoon. The cereal. Her milk. The taste was orgasmic.



“Oh fuck,” she said, talking with her mouth full.

She rushed a hand into her yoga pants and over her swollen pussy. She began to finger her clit.

“I fucking made this!”

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From my book Pleasant Moo Two by BL Quick

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