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Milking Miranda
by Etaoin Shrdlu (no address provided)
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Miranda finds lactation a delight. (FF, mast, oral,
lac)
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Miranda wanted to nurse her babies. A lot of them. It
was the controlling passion of her life. Her happiest
moments as a child were spent snuggling at her
mother's side while her mother held her baby brother
to her breast. Her mother seemed so contented. If the
baby didn't completely drain a breast, Miranda's
mother would let her have a few sips of delicious milk
from her nipple. Miranda was in heaven.
As an adult Miranda envisioned herself as a true Earth
mother, babies hanging off her tits like grapes on a
vine. Of course she knew she would have to have male
cooperation to have her own children. That involved
sex, an activity which she found enjoyable and
probably good exercise. The rousing orgasms she
experienced were merely a side benefit to the process
of getting pregnant. Miranda applied herself
diligently to the task of getting fucked. It wasn't
difficult. She was an attractive girl, a bit too
voluptuous to be featured on the cover of Vogue
magazine but just right for a centerfold in Playboy.
As a rising editorial star at a major New York
publisher it was easy for Miranda to meet men.
Authors, would be authors and author's agents visited
her office every day. Most flirted with her and asked
her for dates. Miranda sized them up quickly and
evaluated their genetic potential. She made it easy
for every suitable man she met to get into her pants.
Her dates rarely lasted longer than a few sweaty
climaxes before she went on to the next candidate.
But, despite her promiscuous sex life Miranda never
got pregnant. Her former college roommate Julie, now a
resident in gynecology at a local hospital, told her
the bad news. Miranda had a malformation of her
ovaries that made her sterile. No eggs, no babies.
Miranda and Julie had few secrets from each other.
Their career paths differed but they had been very
close in college. They discussed Miranda's condition
over an impromptu dinner at a local restaurant. After
a couple bottles of wine they were crying on each
other shoulders sharing the miseries of their
respective lives and speaking of their dreams for the
future. Miranda felt her life was in shambles until
Julie offered her a way out.
Of course, Julie said, she could adopt a baby. That
might be difficult because she was single and her life
style was certainly not above reproach. The adoption
agencies might look askance at all those cocks that
had been in her cunt. But, Julie said, the hospital
was always in need of wet nurses. Well not in the
usual sense. What they needed was a ready supply of
human breast milk. It was a precious commodity. The
hospital charged $75 for a small bottle of breast milk
and the donating healthy mothers received up to $10 an
ounce. With the proper treatment Miranda could still
experience the joy of lactation and get paid well for
it.
Julie told Miranda that non pregnant women could be
induced to give milk. She could inject Miranda with
the proper hormones to fool her body into thinking
that she had just had a baby. If Miranda used a breast
pump for an hour a day on each breast she should be
producing an ample supply of milk within a couple of
months. Then Miranda could satisfy her dream of
lactation without the nuisance of changing diapers.
She might even find a lover willing to suck at her
breasts to get her milk started. Julie offered to help
out with that job herself. Miranda agreed that nursing
was better than crying.
And so they did it. Both knew that it was well outside
of the typical doctor/patient medical relationship,
and probably illegal as well, but Julie and Miranda
were such good friends that they overlooked the
proprieties. Julie made regular house calls on Miranda
to check on her progress. After a few drinks Miranda
would bare her growing breasts while Julie would feel
and stroke them, paying special attention to the
nipples. Just to evaluate their readiness for
lactation, Julie would put her lips on Miranda's
nipples and suck for a while, one arm around her waist
to hold her close, the other hand occasionally
drifting to Miranda's pubic region.
In her enthusiasm Julie often found that her fingers
had slipped beneath Miranda's panties, past her
vaginal lips, and deep into her cunt. Miranda should
have been outraged but the combined thrill of Julie
nibbling her nipples and caressing her clitoris
changed her mind. The first time Julie did it Miranda
had one of her best climaxes in years. Of course she
had to reciprocate and do the same for Julie.
Turnabout is only fair play. It's not that they were
lesbian lovers, of course. Just friends helping
friends.
On her last visit, Julie almost screamed. "You've got
milk. I can taste it." She hugged Miranda and kissed
her. Miranda could taste her own sweet milk on Julie's
lips. It was a wonderful evening. The two women
clutched each other tightly. The hug ended with both
of them nude, writhing together, bodies intertwined on
Miranda's king sized bed. Despite having mutual
orgasms neither one of them would call it sex. It was
just close friendship. Just before she left Julie
reminded Miranda to use her breast pump for a couple
of hours a day. It would assure a voluminous milk
flow.
So this afternoon, several weeks later, Miranda
plugged in her electric breast pump and got ready for
her afternoon ritual. She had done this so many times
that the routine was almost automatic. The dual cup
pump tugged at her enlarged nipples while Miranda
watched the thin stream of milk, her milk, flow into
the collection bottle. Watching her milk fill the
breast pump bottle triggered off memories of the time
when she was a child and spent summer vacations at her
grandfather's dairy farm. Her breast pump was just a
tiny version of the milking machines that she had
helped her grandfather use. She would put a collection
tube over each cow teat while it stood quietly in the
stall, mooing contentedly. The cows couldn't wait to
get milked. They liked it when she rubbed her hand
over their udders. Now she understood why.
"I'm just a big cow," she thought as she tried to wrap
her fingers around her own large breasts. "I'll bet
the farmer's cows get turned on when they get milked
too. They have twice as many teats as me so they might
like it even more."
When the flow stopped she placed the bottle into the
refrigerator to preserve the fluid for her drop off at
the hospital. Miranda felt her breasts were being
properly used at last. Even if she couldn't nurse her
own baby some newborn child would grow from her
sustenance. And she got paid for the pleasure of
lactation.
Miranda enjoyed the breast pump's pulsed milking of
her tit. This was usually one of the more stimulating
parts of her day. She used it every morning before
work and every evening after she returned. The pump's
tireless sucking excited her. She liked the feel of
the vacuum pulling the nipples and part of the
surrounding tissue into the glass cylinder. Feeling
the little squirts of milk come from her nipples was
erotic. It was almost as if an invisible lover was
sucking on her breasts.
Indeed, using the dual collection cups on the breast
pump and a buzzing vibrator pressed against her
clitoris she could lay back, shut her eyes, drift into
an orgiastic haze as the sucking and vibrating
technology gave her a series of small climaxes. Julie
had told her that many nursing mothers experienced a
sexual thrill while giving milk. Miranda was one of
the lucky ones.
On lazy weekends she would just lie in bed, and read
the Sunday paper while the pump sucked tirelessly at
her tits. The stimulation made her cum gently every
once in a while. If she felt extra daring, she would
put one of the breast pump cups over her clit and let
the pulsating vacuum suck her to an even quicker
orgasm, maybe even two orgasms. Miranda didn't feel at
all guilty about letting a mechanical device give her
a climax. After all, it wasn't masturbation. It was a
medical necessity.
Every year Miranda ritually celebrating Thanksgiving
with her extended family at her grandfather's farm in
upstate New York. This year while the turkey was
roasting and the relatives were reminiscing, she
slipped off to the barn to try the real cow milking
machine on her tits and clit. Not only was she
intensely curious to feel what the cows felt but her
breasts needed to be milked or they would start
leaking. That would be embarrassing at dinner.
Breast pads might contain a few drops but by now she
had such a profuse flow that the milk had to be
drained several times a day. Her breasts had grown so
much over the last few months that she could raise her
nipple to her mouth and could suck the excess milk out
of her turgid breasts herself. She enjoyed self-
sucking. Miranda no longer thought of those mounds of
flesh on her chest as breasts. They were tits, real
milk giving tits. And her nipples were her teats, just
like those on a cow.
One of Miranda's secret pleasures was putting her lips
around one of her stiff nipples and sucking a few
mouthfuls of her sweet nectar. Not too much. She had
to keep it for the babies. Still, it brought back
lovely memories of her childhood. But today nursing
herself to relieve the pressure in her breasts might
take too much time. What the hell. She was in the barn
and there was the milking machine. Why not give it a
try? On the clit too. In for a penny, in for a pound.
Miranda lifted her sweater and pulled her big breasts
out of her bra. Then she moved her panties aside. She
licked the upper rim of one collection cup to make it
wet enough to provide a good seal, and positioned it
over her clit. She did the same with two more cups and
placed them over her now very erect nipples.
Miranda turned on the milking machine to draw a
vacuum. It started a gentle pulsating sucking that
felt wonderful. Her clit seemed to be expanding and
getting more and more sensitive by the second. The
milking machine kept pumping and the vacuum got
stronger. By now it felt that everyone she ever knew
or dreamed of knowing was sucking on her growing clit
at once. All those horny men she had fucked and the
longing lesbians who lusted after her in her office
seemed to be sucking on her clit. Even Julie sucked on
it. All at the same time.
The more the milking machine pumped the stronger the
sucking feeling became. Her entire clit and most of
her pussy lips were in the tube. She felt her clit
swelling and expanding. It had been pulled from its
protective sheath and was growing like a little cock.
Miranda felt that her entire body had been vacuumed
into her clit. She was all clit, a throbbing, pulsing,
must have an orgasm, clit. She had never had a sexual
feeling like this. It must be just like a man feels in
his cock before he cums. More, she wanted more.
The cups over her breasts had drawn in the entire ends
of her tits. The nipples, the areola, and at least an
inch of the surrounding flesh had been pulled in and
her milk was literally gushing into the collection
line. She loved the feeling of lactation but this was
incredible. Her boobies had never been drained so fast
and so hard. Miranda's tits were bigger than average
but the machine was intended for a full sized cow.
That day's dairy collection would have a good supply
of Miranda's breast milk. The suction on her tits and
her cunt excited her beyond belief. The sexual feeling
was just short of painful. Her body shook so violently
that she fell off the milking stool and lay on the
floor, still connected by long rubber tubes to the
pulsing machine.
There she was, writhing on the cow barn floor, her
expanded clit vacuumed into a tube, her tits being
drained dry by an inhuman force, her body begging for
a climax. She plunged the fingers of one hand into her
dripping cunt and worked them back and forth. There
was enough space alongside the collection tube on her
clit to get several fingers into her vagina. This was
no subtle pleasuring. Just plain old finger fucking.
In and out, in and out. She felt her arousal rising
with each stroke. Every atom of her body wanted to
cum, needed to cum. She reached her free hand down and
grabbed the shaft of the collection tube that had
swallowed her clit. She worked it back and forth,
twisted it, pulled it, just like masturbating a prick.
The sensation was indescribable. More, she needed
more. It was an itch that no amount of scratching
could satisfy. She lost control of her lower body. Her
legs started vibrating, moving to an orgasmic rhythm.
Her thighs tightened, rigid as slabs of marble. The
muscles in her shapely calves contracted pointing her
toes like a ballet dancer. She heard herself whimper
like a cat. Then her voice cried to no one in
particular, "I'M CUMMMING! I'M CUMMMING!"
Miranda's psyche blasted into orbit. She had the
orgasm of a lifetime. She came and came and came. It
seemed to last forever. Finally Miranda shut off the
pump and pulled off the collection cups. She didn't
want to do herself any real damage.
She stared at her tits. She had never seen them look
so swollen. Her nipples bulged obscenely and the end
of her breasts were bright red. Miranda spread her
legs and pulled her skirt out of the way so she could
examine her cunt. Her clitoris and pussy lips had been
sucked to an almost grotesque size. The clit was
almost as big as her thumb. It felt exquisitely
sensitive. She stuffed her overworked tits back into
her bra and wiped her sopping swollen cunt dry. Her
clitoris was almost too exquisitely sensitive to
touch. Fully drained, she returned to the farmhouse.
The rest of the evening she was in misery. She could
barely sit. Her pussy was sore, her tits sore, her
still protruding clitoris almost painfully sore. But
the turkey was so good that no one noticed her
squirming in her seat. Tomorrow she would have to
return to her duties as a milk supplier for the
hospital nursery. The babies depended on her. As she
undressed for bed she noticed a few drops of milk
leaking out of her nipples. She scooped up a bit with
her fingertip and raised it to her lips. It was
delicious. Pure Grade A. Her tits might hurt a bit but
they were certainly up to the task.
Miranda realized that a cattle milking machine was too
aggressive a lover. Even with her huge breasts, she
wasn't really a cow. Still the memory of that visit
turned her on. Perhaps next year.
END
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