Boob sucking stories: My poor nipples

I was in the bathroom at work, wet and horny as usual. My panties were sticky and uncomfortable against my pussy.

I blamed Garrett.

I met Garrett a little over a month ago. We really hit it off, and our sexual chemistry was amazing. My job was pretty boring, so I spent a lot of time sexting back and forth with him, and it was via sext one day that Garrett told me he was interested in inducting lactation in a woman.

“So you can make breastmilk without being pregnant?” I texted back.

“Yeah, there’s some herbs and shit you can take. Plus, it’s supposed to help if you stimulate the nipples for a good half hour a day each.”

“I’m interested,” I replied, including a wink emoji. “That sounds like it would make my nipples really sore!”

“Well, yeah, they’re probably going to be pretty sore after all the sucking I plan on doing to them.”

We got started that weekend. We had Monday off, so we had three days to dive into everything. 

Garrett was prepared. He had an herbal tea already mixed up for me. It didn’t taste too bad, just a little weird. I was already starting to get turned on just picturing my breasts swelling up with milk. 

“Good job,” Garrett said, smiling at me as I finished the last drop. His dimples always made me melt. “Let’s get situated in bed so I can have my way with those nipples.”

Hearing me say that made my pussy throb. I couldn’t believe we were doing this, but I liked it. 

Once we were in his bedroom, Garrett pulled back the covers for me and grabbed the remote to the TV.

“Up,” he said, patting the bed.

I crawled under the blankets and pulled my t-shirt off over my head. I hadn’t bothered wearing a bra. My breasts were already pretty large, a 36D the last time I had checked. I wondered how much bigger they were going to get once the lactation started. I felt like a little cow, but I didn’t mind.

“You can put on a movie or something,” said Garrett, sliding under the covers with me. “I’m going to set a timer so that I know when a half hour is up. It’s going to be thirty minutes on each side, okay?”

I nodded and pushed the Netflix button on the remote. Garrett got the timer set up.

He started on my right breast. He gently squeezed it as he sucked my nipple into his mouth. He often played with my nipples during sex, but this was different. During sex, Garrett was gentler, his tongue swirling around my peaks in a teasing sort of way. But this was more intense. It didn’t necessarily hurt, but he was using a lot of suction. Each suck pulled my nipple deeper into his mouth, and when he squeezed my breast, it made it easier for him to get a good latch.

I put on a random thriller movie and lay there while Garrett sucked and sucked. It was mostly quiet, but sometimes I could hear sucking sounds coming from his throat. My pussy was throbbing as he went to torn on my tit, and eventually, I could feel the wetness dripping out of me.

Finally, the timer went off, and Garrett unlatched from my breast.

“How’s that feel?” he asked, resetting the timer. “Did I hurt you?”

“It’s a little sore,” I admitted, “but it mostly felt good. I’m really wet. What about you? Is your jaw sore?”

“Kind of, but I don’t mind. You know you can play with yourself if you want, honey,” he said, switching sides so he was at my other breast now.

I reached down to massage my clit while Garrett lowered his mouth down to my other breast. The minute he latched on, I let out a sharp exhale. The combination of his mouth and the fingers on my clit was driving me crazy. I shivered and closed my eyes.

“Yes, Garrett,” I sighed. “Suck my tits. Fuck, that feels good. . .”

I came quickly after Garrett started sucking my other breast. The orgasm rippled through me hard, and I tried not to move too much so I didn’t disrupt Garrett. But it felt incredible, and the wet spot under my pussy had doubled in size.

When the half-hour was up for the left side, Garrett looked down at my breasts and squeezed them together.

“I can’t wait to see what they look like once you start producing,” he said. He looked so genuinely happy. “It’s going to be hot watching milk squirt out of your nipples.”

I bit my lip. “I think so too.”

“Fuck, that made me hard.”

I kicked off the blankets. “Well, I’m soaking wet for you, if you want to fuck me.” I smirked at him.

“Of course I do.”
Garrett got on top of me and sank his cock into me. “Holy shit!” he groaned. “I’ve never felt you so wet. You must really like me sucking your titties.”

It was true. I did. Garrett spent the weekend sucking on my nipples every couple of hours. From what we read online, sucking every two hours (even in the middle of the night) meant a likelier chance that I’d produce milk. 

We also started introducing massage. So while Garrett sucked one tit, he’d reach out and massage the other. All it did was make me hornier and hornier. I was naked the entire weekend, and my pussy never dried up. I was wet and sticky constantly. Garrett was very sweet, and he’d go into the kitchen to get me more tea, and he even ordered these things off the internet called “lactation cookies.” I ate a few of those.

On Sunday night, it felt like I had just dozed off when I felt the blankets moving. I knew it was Garrett, getting ready to suck on my nipples. I was exhausted, so I just slid the sheet off of me, brushed my hair back, and let him have it. He was curled up next to me, cuddled in the crook of my arm while he took my nipple in between his lips.

“Mmm,” I couldn’t help but moan. 

I never got tired of those first few seconds. I loved how warm and wet his mouth was, the way he lubed up my nipple with his saliva before latching on. Sometimes I would reach down and play with his hair. Usually, at night, I’d try to doze off while he sucked on me. It was easier said than done, though, because the nipple sucking made me so horny.

We had our nipple sucking routine down pat, and when Garrett wasn’t around, I had a breast pump that helped fill in. It wasn’t as nice though. Every time I put the pumps onto my nipples, I wished it was Garrett’s mouth.

I started seeing drops of milk a few months in. 

“Garrett!” I called downstairs. “Come look at this!”

“Oh my god,” he breathed, his eyes wide as he squeezed my breast. “You’re milking!”

I laughed, blushing. “It’s just a little bit.”

“But still!”

We were really excited after that. All of our hard work had paid off. That night, we laid in bed and Garrett drank my milk for the first time. It wasn’t a lot, but it was encouraging.

His mouth slipped over my nipple while his hand gently squeezed my breast. I closed my eyes and fell into that state of pure bliss that always took hold of me when he sucked on my breasts. It was sheer pleasure, the consistent rhythm of my breasts being pulled into his mouth.

Once I really started to lactate, sometimes I would get on top of Garrett and lower my breasts into his mouth. It was harder to do this for a half hour, so I usually only let him suck me like that for about ten minutes at a time before he’d roll me onto my back to suck my tits like he normally did. 

My milk production only started to get stronger over time. Having my breasts sucked on became imperative, because when they got too full, they became uncomfortable. Garrett was always happy to pull down my nursing bra (which I had to buy because I started leaking!) and help me out. He’d suckle all the milk out of one breast and then move to the other.

We both ended up getting permission to work from home. I had moved in a month ago, which was perfect because it meant Garrett could suck my breasts much more frequently. I used my pump as needed, but I always preferred Garrett’s soft lips and velvety tongue instead of a clinical, cold pump.

“They’re so much bigger!” Garrett said one day, while we were in the shower. He lifted my breasts up and jiggled them in his hands. “Heavier, too!”

I smiled proudly. “All thanks to you.”

He leaned in and kissed me. “Alright,” he said. “Let’s get out of here and get one last session in before bed.”

I reached back and turned off the water, my pussy already throbbing.