“Thank you,” said Ren, now suddenly shy. She looked away from Trina and blushed.
“So what do you do now?” asked Trina, standing close to Ren and looking to her friend’s chest.
Well,” began Ren, looking to her chest with Trina. “I take my nipple between my fingers,” she said, demonstrating the action. “Then I squeeze and pull.” With her thumb and forefinger, Ren started pulling at her nipple, compressing it between her fingers, rolling it slightly. She cupped the underside of her tit with her palm and used the rest of her hand to apply even more pressure, certainly not shy about firmly yanking at herself.
Before long, the tip of her nipple started to leak a creamy whiteness, a large globule of milk seeping out and dripping down her breast. And then a squirt shot out from her nipple, two streams of opaque water firing off in different directions from the tiniest of holes in her nipple. One of these streams surprised Trina, squirting her on her own belly.
“I love it!” laughed Trina, looking down at her now-wet stomach and rubbing the moisture into the fabric of her tank top.
“You love it?” asked Ren with a snicker. “You’re crazy!”
“I think it’s kind of hot,” admitted Trina, giving her friend a toothy grin.
“Shut up,” said Ren, holding both of her tits tenderly and massaging her nipples. “You think it’s hot?”
“Well, yeah,” said Trina, stepping even closer to Ren now and reaching out to her chest. Trina ran her finger over the tip of one of Trina’s nipples, collecting a drop of milk onto her finger. She pulled her finger back and then brought it to her mouth, tasting the cream with a smile.
“Trina!” called out Ren with surprise. “What are you doing?”
“Let me milk you,” said Trina confidently. “I want to try.”
“I don’t know,” said Ren with trepidation. “I’m nervous.”
“Why?” said Trina, her hand reaching around Ren’s back and softly rubbing her bare flesh.
“It’s just kind of weird, isn’t it?” said Ren.
“Remember that time in college?” asked Trina softly, her breath warm in Ren’s ear.
“Mm hmm,” said Ren, nodding her head and taking a deep breath.
“Maybe this weekend could be sort of like that,” said Trina in a whisper. Then she kissed Ren’s ear.
“I’m married now,” replied Ren, her voice filled with nervous excitement.
“I just can’t help myself,” said Trina. “There’s something about you lactating that is just…” she said and then shivered with a grin on her face. “It’s just riling me up.”
“Trina,” started Ren. “I’m just so confused why you’re bringing this up now. I thought we had decided to not do that again.”
“It’s these,” said Trina, her hand cupping over one of Ren’s nipples, giving it a firm pull. Milk oozed out slowly as Trina did this, her hand getting a thin stream of creamy lactation on it. “I’m just entranced.”
“We can’t tell anybody, Trina,” said Ren conspiratorially. “I’m straight, I’m married, I have a family. Nobody can know.”
“You’re remembering college,” grinned Trina, leaning in and softly placing a kiss on Ren’s lips.
“I never forgot,” replied Ren, returning Trina’s kiss with greater fervor, pushing her lips into the lips of her best friend.
Trina began to slowly and firmly pull at Ren’s nipple, clasping it between her fingers and giving it methodical tugs. Ren tossed her head back and closed her eyes, her mouth dropping open as her friend proceeded to milk her puffy nipple. After a few more yanks, thin creamy ropes of milk shot out, squirting onto Trina’s chest and dripping down the front of her tank top. Trina looked down at the mess accumulating on her chest and giggled.
“Do you want to taste it?” sighed Ren, opening her eyes and smiling at Trina.
“Oh!” exclaimed Trina. “Yes, most definitely.”
“Suck on it,” said Ren. “It’s easy.”
“Really?” said Trina, looking down to her friend’s nipple, a thick globule of milk oozing from the tip. She rolled the nipple around between her fingers.
“Mm hmm,” said Ren with a nod. “Go ahead.”
Trina put one knee on the bed to lower herself down so that her mouth was close to Ren’s nipple. She inspected it for a moment, noticing the small bumps on her friend’s areola. Grasping the tit with both hands, Trina slowly moved in toward it and put her lips around the soft pink disc at the end of Ren’s breast. Carefully at first, and with a bit of nervousness, Trina began to suck at Ren’s nipple, using her hands to pump it and squeeze it.
Before long, Trina could feel pressured squirts of milk spraying into her mouth, the creamy milk coating her tongue and teeth with a light film. Ren’s milk was thinner than any ordinary milk that Trina had tasted, but she was excited for the experience of suckling from her friend’s tit. As she sucked out and swallowed more of the warm lactation from Ren’s breast, Trina could feel herself growing aroused and a dampness developing between her thighs.
“Oh, thank you,” said Ren, her head drooping, her eyes closed. She placed a hand softly atop Trina’s head and stroked her dark hair. “That feels great. They’ve been aching so bad lately.”
As Trina attended to one of Ren’s breasts, drinking the warm liquid that squirted into her mouth, she reached her hand over and started to tug at Ren’s other nipple, helping her friend relieve the pressure. As she pulled, creaminess oozed out and slid down Ren’s swelled breast and collected on her stomach and at the elastic band of her white panties.
Pulling her mouth back, Trina noticeably gulped and then sighed happily. She smiled as she looked up toward Ren, gently massaging her friend’s tit, making a milky mess on her hand.
“This really fucking turns me on,” said Trina as she clutched at Ren’s breast.
“You’re soaked,” said Ren, stifling a giggle. She pointed to Trina’s moist tank top. “You’re a mess, babe.”
“So I am,” said Trina with a laugh, inspecting herself.
“Why don’t we hit the beach?” said Ren, groping at her tits. “I’m feeling pretty relieved now and ready to get some sun.”
“That sounds like a plan,” said Trina, standing up off the bed. “I should change out of this milk-covered tank top and get into my bikini.”
“Lovely,” said Ren. She leaned in a softly kissed Trina on the lips. Trina eagerly returned her friend’s advance and the two stood there for a moment, lips locked in a tender passion. Trina could feel Ren’s plump breasts pushing up against her own chest as the two sweetly kissed.
“Mmm,” mused Trina, gradually pulling back from the kiss. “This is bringing back so many memories.”
“I’m excited,” said Ren. “I’m so grateful you asked me to spend Labor Day with you.”
“Our little secret,” said Trina, planting one more momentary kiss on Ren’s lips.
“Let’s get ready!” exclaimed Ren, reaching down to her duffel bag and unzipping it. “I want to get a tan on these tits!” she said with a giggle.
Trina smacked her friend on the ass and smiled.
*
After hours spent down at the beach, the girls returned to the cabin looking sun-kissed and relaxed. Trina had on a red bikini top covering her small chest and black bottoms, while Ren wore a yellow top to hold up her large milk-filled breasts and a lightweight opaque wrap around her lower half. Trina’s olive skin hardly changed coloring at all, but Ren’s pale white skin had shades of red peppering her shoulders and upper chest.
Trina tossed a woven beach bag to the side as they stepped through the cabin door. She sashayed over to the lounging area of the cabin and slunk down onto one of the couches with a long, contented sigh.
“That beach is perfect,” said Trina, melting into the couch. She pulled her sunglasses from atop her head and pitched them onto the coffee table. Reaching around her back Trina undid her bikini top and let it slide down off her arms, letting it fall down onto the couch next t
o her. Her chest was just the smallest bit lighter than the rest of her olive skin, but it was barely noticeable. Her little perky tits hung high on her chest, each dotted with an areola no bigger than a nickel. Putting her hands behind her head, she slipped deeper into the confines of the comfortable couch.
“I can’t remember the last time I got to sun on a beach on Lake Michigan,” said Ren, dragging her feet over the hardwood floors of the cabin and making her way toward the bed. “And we get this beach all weekend.”
“Nice, right?” smiled Trina over her shoulder at her friend.
“I’m going to pop into the shower real quick,” said Ren, pulling a pair of panties out of her bag. “Is that cool?”
“Of course,” said Trina. “I’ll be here waiting for you when you get out.”
“Mwah!” said Ren, making a dramatic kissy sound. She kicked off her flip-flops and sauntered her way toward the shower, shutting the door behind her.
Trina sat there in silence for a moment until she finally heard the shower kick on behind the bathroom door. She looked around the room, trying to find something to keep her interested. Standing up from the couch, she made her way through the cabin, inspecting the various decorations on the wall. There was a decorative harpoon, a ship’s helm, paintings of large ships wending their way through rough seas. It was tastefully nautical, without being overdone. Trina smiled as she approached a porthole mounted to the wall that had been outfitted with a mirror inside. She looked at herself and posed. Reaching down, she tweaked her own nipple and grinned.
Trina gave her nipple a couple of rough tugs, pretending that perhaps she could squirt milk out like her friend had earlier. But her chest was so different than Ren’s, so much smaller and obviously not lactating. Pinching her nipple harder now, Trina tried to see how far into the pain she could go before she stopped. When it suddenly became too much, she cried a painful whimper under her breath and then released her now reddened nipple.
Traipsing over to the bed, Trina looked down at the sheets with curiosity for a moment. She then slide her black bikini bottoms down over her hips and let them fall to the floor, after which she crawled up onto the bed and moved back into the pillows. She pictured Ren in the shower, soaping up her large breasts, letting the water course over her smooth pale skin and washing off the suds. It had been so long since she had considered her friend in this way but their interaction earlier brought it all back. These thoughts gave Trina a subtle tingle between her legs and a fluttering in her heart.
Before she knew it, her hand was positioned between her legs, cupping her completely shaven mound, her middle and forefingers gently petting herself on her pussy lips. Next to her on the bed was Ren’s white dress and Trina picked it up with her free hand, inspecting it and finding the dried and hardened spots on it from Ren’s earlier milking. Bringing it up to her face she first smelled it and then she softly licked one of the dried spots.
Clutching the white dress to her chest, Trina intensified her fondling down below. Her pussy grew wetter and her fingers easily slid over it, pushing between her lips and into the pinkness within. She felt her hole, now faintly throbbing, opening and closing with her breath, and traced her fingers upwards until she landed on her clit. With every time she reached the sensitivity of her little fleshy nub, she felt a light shock run through her, an energetic beat of electricity and lust. Her breath steadily increased as she attended to her desires and the only sound she could hear was the understated rain of the shower behind the bathroom door.
“Mmm,” moaned Trina as her fingers flew over her clit, massaging herself in tight little circles. Her pussy grew wetter with each passing moment, and when she felt the moist secretions oozing from her insides she dipped her fingers into it, moving the lubrication up to her clit to allow greater lathering. Closing her eyes, Trina eased more comfortably into the pillows, letting her body go slack, focusing her fingers on their diddling as her mind pictured her milky and lusty friend in the next room over.
Trina popped her knees up into the air and spread her legs open wider. Moving her hand down the length of her slit, she pushed two fingers into her dilated hole, easily slipping them in and feeling her fingertips glide over her internal ridges and folds. She rocked her wrist back and forth, gaining speed, excitedly penetrating herself amid mounting sounds of wet skin slapping.
“Trina,” said Ren suddenly. Trina popped her eyes open and looked across the room. She saw her friend standing there in a pair of purple panties, topless with her large breasts hanging heavy, and a white towel wrapped around her hair.
“Oh my God!” exclaimed Trina, immediately ceasing her self-love and covering her hand over her glistening vulva.
“Relax,” said Ren, coolly strolling over toward the bed. Her pale skin was humid from the shower. A small bead of water casually rolled down her chest, between her tits, and ended in her navel. “I like what I see.”
“I’m so sorry,” said Trina. “The moment just caught me.”
“I think you wanted me to catch you,” said Ren with a grin. Reaching up, she squeezed the towel around her head and then pulled it off, letting it fall to the floor. Her dark red hair, wet from the shower, tumbled down over her shoulders. The redness from the sun, lightly cast over her chest and shoulders, was speckled with the faintest clusters of freckles. And her swollen breasts, pallid and veined, drooped and pointed out seductively from her body, inviting nipples beckoning to be seized.
“Maybe,” said Trina with a shy grin.
“Maybe I can help,” said Ren, crawling up onto the bed and kneeling next to Trina. She reached her hand down and began to softly stroke Trina’s mound, her fingers trailing over the smooth skin. Trina felt a quiver race through her as her friend petted her and she smiled as she watched.
“My pussy needs some fingers inside of it,” cooed Trina, relaxing into the situation as Ren’s eagerness was becoming more apparent.
“Oh?” asked Ren teasingly. Moving her hand between Trina’s legs, she prodded at her friend’s moist pussy lips with her middle and forefingers, rubbing her fingertips up and down Trina’s glimmering slit. She was hairless and soft between her legs and as Ren explored Trina spread her thighs wider, exposing her slightly gaped pussy and her small crinkled asshole below it. With her pussy lips parted, the bright pinkness of her womanhood popped colorfully in contrast with her olive skin.
Ren’s fingers leisurely penetrated Trina, moisture enveloping them and coating them as she slowly pulled them out. She penetrated again, pulled them out, penetrated, pulled out, and continued like this in a measured, methodical rhythm.
“Oh,” called out Trina reflexively, her hands falling to the sheets and gripping on to them. Her knees vaguely wobbled in the air, thighs juddering, but keeping her legs open for her friend’s access. “Fuck Ren, that’s good.”
Trina felt a surprise splatter of wetness land on her stomach as she enjoyed Ren’s thrusting. Opening her eyes, she saw Ren grinning at her, holding her tit tightly with her other hand, squeezing at her nipple and spraying thin ropes of milk out and onto the Trina’s body. This sent Trina’s mind reeling, increasing her arousal tenfold, causing her to gyrate her hips and begin slamming herself downwards against Ren’s fingers as she penetrated upwards.
Another few squirts of creaminess shot from Ren’s breast and landed on Trina’s own small chest, the milk dripping down in velvety haphazard streams. Looking to her chest, Trina felt it could be as though the milk was leaking from her own nipples as she watched it roll down the side of her tit, over her body, and land on the bed sheet underneath her.
“Fuck yes,” moaned Trina, feeling humid and damp between her legs. Ren’s fingers adeptly split her lips as she pounded, Trina’s gooey moisture spilling out of her pussy, coating Ren’s fingers and dripping down onto her hand, seeping over Trina’s taint and pooling onto her asshole.
Trina then felt tingling in her pussy and a subtle cold numbness in her fingers and toes. A wave of excitement washed over her hea
d, an absolute rush of delight and novelty. Trina’s hips bucked up and down off of the bed as Ren persisted in her finger fucking. Her ass then lifted up and went rigid, her body quivering and her thighs quaking, a long whine of a moan leaving her lips as she slipped into intense orgasm. Trina’s pussy clenched hard onto Ren’s inserted fingers, and as she came Ren’s thrusting ceased and she instead massaged Trina’s clit with her wet thumb.
“Augh!” called out Trina, beating a fist onto the bed. She felt positively high, overindulged, her mind swimming. Trina could feel her lower body shaking as the electricity moved through her.
Leaning her head down, Ren softly kissed Trina’s shorn pubic mound and carefully removed her fingers from Trina’s pussy. As she did this, Trina’s ass fell back down to the bed and her legs went slack. Her mouth hung open as she panted and gasped for air.
“Oh God,” sighed Trina submissively. She turned her head to the side and buried it into the pillow.
“That looks like it felt nice,” said Ren with a satisfied grin. “I’m happy to have helped.”
“Thank you,” cooed Trina, opening her eyes and hazily smiling up at her friend.
“You’re not finished yet,” said Ren, reaching her hands down to Trina’s and pulling her up. She brought Trina to her knees on the bed, and no sooner had Trina been upright that she folded back over and put her hands on her thighs, still trying to catch her breath. Her small tits poked out from her chest as she hung over herself.
“What now?” said Trina softly, finally beginning to come back down from the clouds.
“Why don’t you help me relieve me pressure?” said Ren seductively, shaking her engorged breasts in Trina’s direction.
“Mmm,” mused Trina, leaning in toward Ren. Both girls rested on their knees, Trina falling into Ren’s embrace. Without any prodding, Trina latched on to Ren’s tit, wrapping her mouth around the nipple, and began to suckle. As she proceeded to drink the luscious streams of cream, Ren guided Trina’s hand down between Ren’s own legs and placed Trina’s fingers on her pussy overtop the fabric of her purple panties.
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