The Collegiate Milkmaid

"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."

"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?"

"You never get tired of this do you?" Simon asked her.

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 his 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.

"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 to clean up a huge mess on her sheets. The warm liquid went down her throat and into her stomach without complaint.

She liked the way his body shuddered after orgasm. With his sex in her mouth, she was in complete control of him, body and mind. That's what she loved most about sex with Simon.

Even though she was just a freshman, Kelly practically had her own private dorm room. She had been assigned a sophomore roommate who had barely ever moved in; Shondra spent almost every night in her boyfriend's apartment. Once they had hooked up Simon spent many of his nights in Kelly's dorm room.

After telling her that the primary reason he had been attracted to her was her large breasts (a full D cup) and she didn't immediately kick him out of her bed, he knew that she was the girlfriend for him. Upon discovering that her nipples were her most sensitive sex organ was only icing on the cake. Every opportunity that presented itself, he would sneak up behind her, cup her breasts and bring her to orgasm. It was even enough to keep him happy even when she told him she was a virgin and wasn't going to give that up right away.

She woke up in the morning with Simon's mouth on her tit. Her red and white striped panties were soaked and her body was ready to cum, so she just let him bring her off.

"Did you like my alarm clock?" he asked her.

"I've been woken more rudely on other occasions."

"They're getting bigger," he commented as they got dressed. Kelly had spent the past five minutes adjusting her bra to get it to hold her breasts correctly.

"You wish," she commented.

"And it's been fulfilled."

She noticed he was correct. None of her bras were fitting correctly and her shirts were all tight.

She started leaking during her Intro to Accounting class. It was her most boring class and she started daydreaming about Simon. Started fantasizing about him, in fact; how his mouth felt on her nipples and how his cock felt so good in her mouth. Maybe it would feel even better in her cunt.... Usually this just made her panties wet, but today it made her shirt damp as well. Realizing the skin around her breasts was growing clammy, she came out of her reverie and started to panic. What was wrong?

Sitting in the back of the giant, darkened lecture hall had its advantages. Since this was a crack of dawn 8:30am class, most of the students were still half-asleep. Kelly slipped her arm inside her oversized sweatshirt and started examining her damp bra and shirt. It wasn't blood, she realized right away after checking the tips of her fingers in the lights, but it wasn't sweat either. Something wasn't right.

It took all her willpower not to rush out of the class and run screaming in a panic to the health center. She hated going to the health center. The class was finally over after what seemed like days but was only an hour, she rushed back to her dorm room—certain that everyone could see what had happened to her, like getting her period for the first time in junior high—and carefully examined her breasts. Whatever liquid was, it was impossible to see now. Everything seemed normal. Still, in the back of her mind she knew something was wrong.

Simon wanted to spend the night with her again, as usual. She told him no, feigning a stomach ache and too much studying, she spent the night alone. He called late that evening, to check how she was feeling. Her panic was over, but she was still nervous about the leaking from her breasts.

"Are you feeling any better?" he asked her.

"A little," she admitted, hoping he wouldn't be too concerned with her. "I just need a little time alone."

"Does alone mean no phone sex either?" he asked hopefully.

It was annoying just the sound of his voice could set off desire in her body. Unconsciously her free hand strayed to her nipple and she started teasing herself. "No," she said quietly, "maybe I'm open to that."

"I'd love to suck on your tits," he whispered in her ear.

She twisted one nipple slightly and pressed her thighs together with her bedsheet between them. She was wearing just her nightshirt, nothing else so it was easy to feel her bare skin and get her clit stimulated with the friction from the cotton cloth. It had been a favorite way of her to masturbate for a long time. She didn't want to stop now, even when Simon then said, "When I'm done with your tits, I'll straddle you, my cock already hard because just being near you makes me that way. I'll hold down your arms with my knees and then I'll stroke myself until I cum all over you. My cum will be on your tits, your stomach, your hair, your face." He sighed and paused a moment; Kelly could hear small noises in the background and knew he was cumming. "It'll make you so beautiful," he gasped.

While he had been talking, she let go of the receiver and cradled it between shoulder and ear, freeing her other hand to delve between her legs. Her clit was already swollen and it only took a few rubs when her own orgasm matched Simons. She breathed heavily as they both recovered from their climaxes.

"Was it good for you?" Simon finally asked her.

"Uh-huh," she said weakly into the phone.

"Want to go again?" He loved to see how many times he could make her cum.

Kelly almost accepted his offer, but then she realized both her hands were wet, not just the one between her legs. That scared her, again, but she tried to remain calm. "No, that's okay. I'm tired. I'll just go to sleep now."

After she disconnected up she didn't go to sleep, she hurried to the bathroom and carefully inspected her breasts again. They looked normal. Whatever was seeping out of them was slightly whitish with no strong smell. She was certain her breasts had some weird infection because the liquid seeped out whenever she squeezed them or she had cancer. That was too horrible to contemplate. Kelly resolved to go to the health center in the morning, the hell with classes.