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Disclaimer: If you are easily offended by blatant sexual stories, are under 18, or have a heart condition, don’t read this. If it is illegal in your state to possess this literature, then don’t possess. All within is pure fiction - I guess.

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I couldn’t believe I had gotten myself into this situation. My name is Jen and I made the most stupid bet in the world… and lost. But it was with a guy that I knew I had to pay off to, or be ostracized forever by my friends. The bet was whether or not I could produce milk without having a baby first. Thinking I knew it all, I wagered myself against the four guys at the ‘house’. My best friend Heather even told me to go for it, because like me, she thought she knew it was a bluff as well.

The bet was simple; if the four guys that lived or hung out at Rob’s house could prove to me that I could nurse at my age, without having a baby first, they won. If not, I won. I had never heard of anything like that before, so I knew the guys couldn’t know any better. I got all cocky and teased the guys, all sixteen to eighteen years old, that I was going to win. That meant that they were going to have to do strip teases for me and my girlfriends for the next four Saturday nights in a row. If I was to lose the bet, I would have to ‘nurse’ anyone that they brought to me every Saturday for four weeks, starting from the time I had milk. The only rules were that it didn’t take any drugs to make it happen, and there were to be no more than three ‘strangers’ invited at a time on the pay off nights.

We made the bet on a Friday while partying with the gang at the ‘house’, as we called Rob’s place. They said they would prove to me the next night during the Show. That’s what we called every party there on Saturday night, the Show. Usually it was the six of us and a few others that sporadically showed up.

All the guys were pretty cute, but never hooked up with any girls more than a few weeks at a time. I knew them because I lived four houses down from them and they would walk by often. Heather is fifteen and I’m fourteen, but the guys knew that we could keep our mouths shut about the beer, smoke, and sometime sex that went on at their house. I never went all the way with any of the guys, but had made out with a couple of them during parties. Heather had fucked Rob once, but decided to keep her distance from all of the guys afterwards to not screw up friendships.

They had made the bet with me because I have a pretty nice set of boobs, I’m a 34c. Not huge, but much bigger than Heather’s. She had the bigger body, but I had a cute smallish frame that the boys seemed to like, especially since I had the boobs. I have to admit, in a small halter or tube top, I had a chest that got me a lot of compliments for my age. Whenever the boys would want to piss me off or tease me, they would refer to me as Nips, because under the right conditions, they got pretty noticeable.

So here it was Saturday night. Heather and I were headed down the street talking about how we were going to get our first strip dance from the guys tonight; all to ourselves. Heather and I must have asked at least six girls if they had ever heard of the ridiculous thing that the boys thought they could prove to me. They all had laughed at the thought. The agreement was that they would have their proof tonight, or concede to a loss. We were so sure of winning the bet that we had started planning on whom to invite to the next Shows. Instead, when we got there, all the guys had such smug looks on their faces, and Rob even had a lobster bib on. I laughed at him and asked what the bib was for and he said, “Hell, I don’t want to get milk all over me.” I said, “Great, just one more thing you’ll have to take off. And I’m holding you all to a full strip tease.” Then Heather grabbed my arm and pointed to the wall. One of them put up a huge poster; it read ‘Got Milk?’. I laughed and said, “Pretty funny for four guys about to spend the night stripping for us.”

Then Marc plopped a huge ass book onto the end table and said, “Ready to do some light reading?” I asked what he meant and he told me to open the book to the bookmark, passed me a doobie, and said, “Get reading!” I read the title of the book and lost my own smug look. It was titled, Midwifery. Heather and I looked at each other and only then started to realize what was at stake. Rob reminded me that I had promised to do whatever it took to get ready for the Shows if I lost the bet. I passed the doob to Heather and flopped down on the arm of the couch as I started reading the marked chapter. I could only half read the passages after reading the chapter title, Induced Lactation. I instantly tried to figure a way out of the bet, but I knew what a person’s word meant to everyone here. After having read for several minutes, I dropped the book and said, “Come on guys, you can’t really expect me to go through with this? Who in the world would have ever thought this was possible?”

Marc reminded me, ‘Pretty funny for four guys about to spend the night stripping for us’, and said, “A bet is a bet.” Heather and I just stared at each other, not able to say a word. Rob finally broke in, “So, do you believe us now?” I sneered at him, “Okay, you’re right, but I don’t have milk now.” He sneered back at me and said, “You will by the next show!” He reminded me of how I had promised to help get ready for the shows. I asked him just what he expected me to do and he said, “You read the book, all it takes is some constant manipulation and suction.” He grabbed my arm and told me to follow him and he would tell me exactly what was expected of me.

As I glanced back at Heather, she had such a look of despair on her face, not knowing what to do to help me. Rob took me to his room and we sat on the bed. “The long and short of it is that we have to get you started producing milk. We talked about it and set up a fairly light regimen for you to help you get started. And you’ll be happy to know, we all agreed on total secrecy to keep you from getting too embarrassed.” I begged him to help me get out of fulfilling the bet and the look he gave me made me disappointed in myself. I finally offered the one thing I thought would change any guys’ mind. “How about if I just… give you all blowjobs… once. And then we call it even.” I could tell by his look that that wouldn’t cut it.

I said, “Oh, fuck! What do I have to do?” Rob said, “You don’t have to do much; just take off your top and we do all the work. You just get to enjoy yourself.” I said one of them could do it and he told me, “You made the bet with all of us. So if you help out, we can start this next week and in four weeks it’ll be all over. But that means working hard to get producing by the next show.”

I knew I had no way out, and pulled my top over my head. I stared at him for a moment, sighed hard, and unhooked my bra. But then I made him promise that if I helped out my best, but nothing happened, the bet would end. He must have felt very confident, because he readily agreed. So I pulled my bra away and Rob got his first close up look at me. “Suck away”, I said. He leaned over and took my left boob into his mouth and suckled my nipple. When he grabbed my breast with his hand though, I told him I didn’t agree to any grabbing. He stopped and said, “Didn’t you read how the book said to do it?” I just sighed heavily and he went back to work on my boob. In between sucking and manhandling my tits, he explained what the boys had agreed on doing to get me started. So as not to get me sore, they would take turns and only go for ten minutes at a time. But they expected me to ‘nurse’ them at least twice a day. I thought, ‘that’s over an hour a day’. He said they would definitely give me breaks in between ‘feedings’. My brain was fried at what was going to happen to me.

After his ten minutes were up, I put on my top. I figured that there wasn’t much reason to put my bra on every time. He promised me that the teasing would be much less than Heather and I would have done to them. We went back to the living room and Heather wanted to scurry me off to the kitchen immediately to find out what had happened. I caught her up to what had gone on and what was expected of me. She told me, ‘fuck the bet, you can’t let them do that to you’. I said I had to; we would have made them strip if I won the bet. She said, “But when you start leaking around the house, you’re mother’s going to know. She’ll think you’re pregnant. And you know, I read in the book, that once you start producing milk, you have to keep doing it or it dries up. That’s means you’ll have them sucking on your tits for the next five weeks like you‘re a fucking cow.” I hadn’t realized that and started to think about all that went into this lost bet. I was such a dumb ass.

We decided to get the book and read through it so I would know what to expect. But when we went into the living room, Henry said it was his turn with me. Heather and I looked at each other and I said, “I might as well get it over with.” We went back to Rob’s bedroom and I saw my bra still lying on the bed. I got embarrassed for some reason and brushed it off the bed. We sat on the edge of the bed and I stared at him for a minute. Then he finally asked when I was going to take out my ‘floppies’. I hoisted my top off again and he asked what position Rob had done it in. I would have thought they would have talked all about that as well. I told him I just sat like I was, but my back had gotten sore from that, so I lay down and told him to hurry up. He straddled my hips and went down on my chest like a starving baby. He massaged both of my tits roughly as he would alternate sucking on my nipples.

As I lay there watching him enjoying himself, I realized that I was getting rather hot and bothered in my lower regions. That hadn’t happened with Rob. I guess I was too nervous at what was happening to think about sex. How weird; what girl getting her tits sucked on and groped doesn’t think about sex? I noticed the heat in me rising for a minute and then saw that Henry wasn’t just trying to prep me, but was getting off on me. And when he started biting my nipple I informed him that he wasn’t there for his own gratification.

I asked him what he was going to do if I ever did start producing milk; was he going to swallow it? The look on his face told me that none of them had thought about that before. Suddenly I smiled at that knowledge and quickly interjected, “Hey, if I have to go through all this, than you guys are going to have to drink whatever you make.” He lightened up on my breast as he thought about drinking from me instead of just getting to suck my titties. Now I didn’t feel so bad. I remembered all the times I had been told by guys that if I got them to cum from a blowjob, I had to swallow it. Not that I did, but I wasn’t going to let them off the hook. I smiled as he sucked away at me and groped me way too hard; I was going to get them to swallow my loads of creamy white stuff now. Henry’s time was up and on went my top again. My boobs were already starting to ache and I wondered just how hard this was going to get to endure.

Back in the living room, Heather caught me up on what she had read while I was being molested. The guys were getting a big kick out of my reactions, so I went for a few grins of my own. I said, “Guess what guys? If you do get me to produce milk, you have to suck it down as fast as I make it. The question now isn’t so much, ‘Got Milk’, but more like, ‘You like milk’?” That took away their grins. But Rob stepped right up and said, “Feed me baby, I’ll take all you got.” But Henry and Josh didn’t look so keen on me being their ‘food source’.

After a short break and another doobie, Marc and Josh got their first turns with me. Marc was last and spent his last couple of minutes tweaking and squeezing my nipples to check for any signs of milk yet. When he was done, I told him to send in Heather and stayed on the bed waiting for her. I put my bra and top back on and she sat next to me with that damn book. She asked me how I was doing and I told her I already felt like a fucking cow. I wondered how I was going to feel coming over the next several weeks for a daily milking. But then I had to confess to her how hot I had gotten when Marc and Henry had gotten their turns with me. And then I added, “You know, as bad and humiliating as this is, there’s a side to this that’s really hot. I mean, god, I’m going to be felt up by four guys everyday. I’m just praying that they really keep this quiet like they all said they would do.

Just about that time we heard a knock on the door and someone yelled, “As long as Heather’s in there, she might as well help us out.” We looked at each other and broke into a nervous laughter. That’s when she decided to ask me if I would let her watch what the boys were doing to me sometime and I said ‘sure’. She was my best friend and I expected her to stay close to me through out my ordeal. When asked if that meant getting to see my milk, if any, I again said she could. We finally went back to the living room and as we partied for the rest of the night, we went over the allowed and disallowed activities for the next weeks. The biggest rule was ‘no hitting on me or grabbing other body parts’. I wasn’t their plaything, just their cow. That was probably the most humiliating thing we discussed. The boys wanted to call me their cow through out the whole thing. After much talk, with Heather and me even agreeing that that is essentially what I was going to be, I said it was okay. Just as long as they were nonplus about it and didn’t apply it to my weight or anything like that, and especially never said it in public.

They had all wanted a second go at me that night, but I told them I was way too sore. So I agreed that as soon as I could handle twice a day, I would let them. But I told them that they all had to learn to go easier. The next day felt so weird to me. Heather came to pick me up and escorted me to the house for my milking. I put on a loose top and no bra to give them easier access to me. Plus, my tits didn’t hurt as much without my bra. I decided to let Heather watch this time and I just stayed topless in Rob’s bedroom as the boys trooped through. In the coming days she would get bored of watching us and would bring a book to read. It was nice having her there to keep me company as I fulfilled my obligation though. And the boys backed off on their original plan to ‘train’ my boobs twice a day. I would just be too sore all the time. But in exchange, I had to break up the times and meet with them individually through out the day. Besides, the book said it should take place through out the day for best results anyways.

So, I started sneaking off with one of them at a time through out my day; before school, during, and after. The thrill I would get when someone would almost catch us at school was intoxicating. Getting caught with one of the boys’ head under my shirt attached to a tit would be the talk of the school though, so we tried preventing that like crazy. And the boys were really nice about things and I never did get wind that any of them told anyone what was going on.

On Thursday night, after letting Josh and Rob ‘do me’; Rob did his usual close up inspection. He groped my right tit roughly as he squeezed through it, pushing his way to my nipple. And as he squeezed my nipple at the end to check for any signs of success, one small drop of fluid formed on the very tip of my nipple. I’m not sure who was more in awe, Rob or me. I couldn’t believe my eyes. They were doing it; they were getting me to produce milk. I had been looking for signs of holes appearing in my nipples, but the fluid actually seeped thru tiny little cracks in the nipple. I suddenly realized my crotch was rather wet with excitement. This feat was turning me on. Then Rob grabbed my hand and dragged me topless out to the living room in front of the others and cried, “We have milk.” Naturally they all wanted to see, especially Heather. So they all got close as Rob massaged my left tit the same way he had earlier and sure enough, another drop formed, which I made him lick off. It was just a clear fluid to start, but would become more consistent with real milk through the coming days. Henry exclaimed, “Its official now, Jen is our cow.” I stared at him with a frown on my face and then had to laugh at the strangeness of it all. It was agreed that no matter how much milk I had or not, this weeks Show would be the start of my obligation. And as Heather and I would have done, it was only going to include the six of us, no onlookers from outside our circle.

It had been agreed that on Show nights, the boys would get to nurse on me in front of everyone. But the times for milking me went down to five minutes; both during the week and at the Shows. When Saturday night came around, I essentially went topless for about an hour or so while I would nurse the boys in between breaks. That was the wildest fucking night of my life. And when a couple of guys showed up unexpectedly, I nearly died. But the boys got rid of them and we carried on with our private party. And after we got rather wasted, the boys talked Heather into taking a taste of my milk as well. I was all for it because of all the questions she had been asking. So, I yanked my top back off and I decided that instead of sitting there and letting her have at me like I had the boys, I treated her more like she was my baby. I made her lie in my lap and I held her head to my boob and watched her face as she nursed on me. I could see milk forming around her lips, letting us all know she was getting some. The boys hadn’t really tried all that hard to get milk from me, but Heather was giving more effort than I had anticipated. She seemed to pay special attention to the way she expressed my boob as she sucked at me. She got me so fucking horny doing that. Later in the week I confessed to her that, and admitted that I was starting to get quite horny during some of my milkings. She admitted to me as well, that sucking and playing with my tit in front of all the guys had gotten her rather hot too.

On Tuesday after school, I was supposed to meet up with Josh, but he had a dentist appointment and couldn’t make it to the house. I kidded Heather that she could take his turn, and the look she gave me left no mistake that she wanted to so bad. We grinned at each other and headed for my bedroom. We had the house to ourselves still, so I took off my top and pulled her onto my lap. She went at me like a starving puppy. After she got me really hot with her enthusiasm, I told her it wasn’t very fair and reached for her chest. I pulled up her top and bra and started massaging her tits as she fed on me. We both moaned out our pleasures to each other. I was so fucking hot getting nursed on by my best friend, and her eyes rolled into her head with heated desire. After a while I had her turn around to switch boobs, and as she settled in, I rubbed over the crotch of her shorts roughly kneading her mons. We just enjoyed each other that way for several minutes. When she had had enough of my milk, she lay in my arms and told me how neat this all felt. I continued to rub her crotch while she told me how my tits were getting bigger and fuller, and rubbed them gently. She asked if I minded be her ‘cow’ as well as for the boys. I answered so quickly, it scared me. “Hell no, you feel so good on my tits. The boys are much rougher.” Then she got a bit self-conscious at me rubbing her mons still and sat up. I apologized for feeling her up and she said ‘not to worry; it had made her so hot as she nursed on me.

I started liking the constant attention I was getting. By the end of my second week, I was producing quite a bit of milk, and it had become quite normal looking now. My tits were so noticeably bigger, that even my mom noticed. I promised her I couldn’t possibly be pregnant and she let it go as a growth spurt. Heather and I started messing around more often, and at least every other day she wanted to have a go at me. I started referring to her as my kitten, and loved nursing her. Getting to feel her up was a great bonus for me too. The first time I slid my hand into her pants instead of staying on top, she went nuts and had an orgasm as she suckled me. I could tell pretty easily; she nearly bit my nipple off when it hit her. After that time, she would rub my mons occasionally as she nursed. The boys didn’t know that we were doing shit together, except on Show nights when I taunted her into taking a taste of me along with the boys.

That second show they went easy on me again. They only brought over one guy to try out my tits. I felt so weird letting a strange guy nurse on me, but he certainly seemed to enjoy it. Being new to the idea, he was engrossed in the science of it all and went nuts on me. He was Marc’s cousin and after seeing what he had, he told the boys he wanted to bring a couple of friends over for the next Show. I agreed quickly to that, since I didn’t know him or his friends. At least it meant that no one that knew me would be coming by. I thought he was going to cum in his pants as I got Heather to lie in my lap for her feeding.

By the end of the third week, the boys, except Rob, were getting a little tired of milking me. They didn’t like milk as much as they thought, I guess. Heather wasn’t getting tired of enjoying me though. We were even getting to a point that made both of us a bit uncomfortable. We knew we each wanted to go a bit farther, but were scared to admit it to each other. We weren’t lesbians after all, but we did enjoy the hell out of our private times together. She had such a cute way of getting me all hot and bothered by teasing me. She would refer to me as a cow and how I had to go for my daily milkings and such. I’d get poked and she’d say, ‘you’re leaking you know’. I would die if she knew how much of the time I spent frigging myself thinking about fingering her as she suckled me.

The day before the third Show, I had to buy nipple pads because I would start leaking every time I got the least bit horny, or bumped into anything. I sure didn’t want my mom to see any leakage. There was no way in hell I would be able to explain away milk. And my standing at school was on the rise. I never figured out if it was my boobs getting bigger, or the boost in confidence I had at being a food source for the boys… and Heather.

The night of the third Show, I made the boys, Marc’s cousin, and his two friends get me bombed before I let any of them touch me. They all wanted to know the story of how things had happened and the boys were all to delighted with themselves telling them. I knew Heather was rather randy and told her I felt really weird getting topless in front of so many boys. I asked her to lose her top with me and the boys were all for that. She didn’t want to because she’s only a size B, at best, and thought the boys would pick on her. But we all talked her into it, and soon we were all fucked up and ready to give them a show on Show night. I had her sit on the couch with me, and despite the fact that she didn’t have any milk to give; I had got her to let the boys enjoy her titties as well as my own. Her words said she hated it, but later she would confess to me that she had really liked doing it. She even mused over trying to get milk herself, but didn’t want to go through what I had been enduring.

The boys had a great time with me that night and especially liked finding out that they could now squirt my milk into the air. I felt like I had such a strange hypnotic power over them. My ranking within the house had definitely gone from lowest on the pole to pretty high. I was getting so much more respect from the boys than I had before. They saw I was a ‘trooper’ and lived up to my word.

During the final week, the talk turned more towards what was going to happen after the coming final Show. I admitted that a part of me didn’t really want to stop, forcing my tits to dry up, but I was tired of being their cow. I liked the side effect of much bigger boobs, but getting rid of the need for nipple pads would be a huge plus. I always worried that people could see them through my clothes. And to be really honest, I loved the closeness that nursing the boys had given us. What else could I have done to be able to go off with four different guys and not get a speck of jealousy from any of them? But absolutely, most of all, I was going to miss feeding my best friend Heather. She was the only one who wasn’t just sucking my titties for the thrill, not that she didn’t like that, but she really liked my milk. She said it tasted sweet and creamy to her. I think a lot of it was she felt so much closer to me when she suckled my tits. I was going to miss getting to feel her up as well, not to mention fingering her to an occasional climax. When I told her that, she said we should have a private get together at my house on Friday, before the show; for one last really hot time.

My last day before the last Show was a memorable one to say the least. It started out with Marc sneaking into my room before school and feeding on me with my mom right down the hall. He had to do it at my dressing table as I finished my makeup. It was an odd site for sure, but he was going to miss our sessions. He tried his best to hold onto my nipple as I moved my arms about. I had to keep giggling the way he lose my boob and fight to get it back into his mouth. Then Henry begged me to give him his last chance at doing it in the school. We met back stage in the music room during free period. As usual, whenever I let them take me at school, I demanded to have something over their head to hide what they were doing. If my shirt was big enough, I would just pull it over their head. That’s what I was doing this time as Henry was going to town on me. I was holding his head under my shirt and two kids came back behind the curtain to make out. I think we had finally been caught, but they still didn’t really see much more than I guy getting at my boob. They couldn’t have any idea that his mouth had been full of my milk at the time.

Then right after school, I met Josh and we went to the park. There was this neat place in some bushes that we often went to, to smoke a joint after school. It was so wild holding his head to my tit in the open air like that, and feeling the milk flowing from myself. I read that most women couldn’t feel anything, but I could definitely feel it when I was getting sucked in just the right way. And Rob’s last weekday taste test was so sweet. Heather came by to keep me company as I went for my last nursing. He had flowers for me, and thanked me for being such a good sport. He told me that none of the guys ever really thought I would go through with it, but I proved my strength to all of them the way I lived up to the challenge. We went to his bedroom and got to it. He was the second one to like my milk, but Heather was still the most into it. I leaned back on his head board and had him lie in my lap. As I watched him nurse, I could see a little ring of my milk forming around his lips. When I looked up at Heather, she was fixed on this particular feeding. I leered at her as I said, “I have two tits you know. Why don’t you come take the other one?” Rob agreed and she came over and squeezed in to take my other nipple. Rob was so busy doing his thing, I took the chance and rubbed my hand up under her top and rubbed her nipples as she fed on me. I even copped a feel of her bush toward the end.

When it was all over, we sat around and talked about how it had all gone, and how we would probably get along after tomorrow. Heather and Rob talked me into leaving the option open to let the guys mess around with my chest now and then. I said it had become no big thing anymore, and would probably let the boys. I accentuated the ‘boys’ and Heather shot me such a look. As we walked home she asked about my comment and I pretended not to know what she meant. I was having fun teasing her, and suddenly became aware that my power exalted over her as well. When we got to my room and the door shut, she was pretty much sulking, thinking I had left her out. Then I said, “You know, I have to wean the boys off my tits, right?” She begrudgingly nodded ‘yes’. “But that doesn’t mean I have to wean you yet, does it,” I asked. You put on a huge grin and smacked me in the arm and called me mean for letting her think I had left her out of the equation.

Well, the big night was finally here. It was the last Show night, and I had five weeks of bazaar, perverse actions I’ll never forget. Plus, I learned to never bet anyone over anything. I knew the boys had a couple of things planned for me, being that it was our last night of paying off the bet. I had become so use to losing my top in front of boys now that I figured nothing would surprise me much. And it turned out they were pretty nice to me, and even bent over backwards to prove to me they respected me for paying up on the bet.

When Heather and I showed up at the house, the four boys were all waiting. I had become use to seeing the bulges in their pants on Saturday nights. I was sort of surprised to see no new faces; just as two new guys came back from the kitchen. I held up two fingers to Rob and asked quietly, “Just two?” He countered with three fingers. I sighed, but that was the deal. The new guys introduced themselves and said how they wouldn’t have missed this for anything. One of them wanted to know if I’d ever had a baby or been pregnant. I answered ‘no’. As they stared at my chest, one of them asked when the show started. I rolled my eyes at Heather and pulled off my halter top and let them have a good look at me. I was asked if they could touch them. They looked like little kids in a candy store and I said they could a little. They each put out a hand and rubbed everything but my nipples. Then the cutest one asked, “Can you really produce milk?”

I laughed like it was such a lame question. After the past five weeks, I thought the whole world knew I could. I said, “Yeah… you want to see?” Their mouths just dropped open, so I massaged my right breast and worked my fingers towards the nipple. Everyone but the two new guys knew what I was about to do. I told them to look closer, and as they bent over to see, I squeezed my fingers through my nipple and squirted them both. They acted like I hit them with acid and backed away. They clamored on and on at their amazement with what the boys had done to me. It turns out they knew pretty much the whole story.

Rob came to my rescue and made them put their tongues back in their heads. But they wanted to see Heather topless too. I saw she really didn’t want to do that and came to her rescue. I said, “Heather isn’t a part of the bet, leave her alone.” Then I asked the boys what their plans for me were tonight. That’s when I was told the new guys had to leave, so I should take then in the bedroom for a private ‘feeding’. I asked, “Private tonight?” Marc said they were sissies and didn’t want to be seen getting nursed by a real woman like me. I said ‘okay’ and took the cute ones’ hand, and led him to Rob’s room. I lay down on the bed and patted next to me. But he got the wrong idea and I had to slap him. As he lay down beside me, he grabbed my crotch, and I told him the rules. Then I taught him how to feed on me, including how to work my breasts for the maximum amount of production.

I was a toy at Christmas for him. He went nuts on my boobs and even seriously took a drink from them. I was getting rather horny at his touching, and knowing this would be my last night of play, I told him I would break the rules just a little if he was nice about it. I had planned on letting the boys all get a little bit more from me tonight, so I figured I’d start with him. I took his free hand and put it back to my crotch and told him he could have a quick feel. This was actually more for my benefit than theirs, but they would never guess that. When I thought he had had enough of a treat, I told him his turn was over. I decided to just lay there and wait for the other guy to be sent in. I wiped the slobber and excess milk off my boobs while I waited.

When the other guy came in, he couldn’t believe I was just laid out on the bed for him. My smile seemed to be rather intimidating for him. So I patted the bed and ran down the rules for him. He readily agreed to them and started exploring my chest, especially my nipples. It was so sweet the way he kept complimenting my body. His eyes grew wide as he saw how easily my milk started to flow. When I saw he was actually having a very difficult time getting started, I helped him out by gently pulling his head to my tit. I told him how to nurse on me and away he went. I could tell he didn’t like the taste all that much, so I told him to just suck it out and let it flow out of his mouth. I had to grab the towel that Rob kept by his bed for ‘milk overflow’ as he called it. I loved the way guys looked so amazed at the nursing process. I let him get a good feel of my pussy so he wouldn’t feel short changed next to his friend. But when I felt him trying to take out his cock, I stopped the whole thing and sent him on his way.

After I wiped off, I went out to the living room just in time to see the new guys leaving. They threw me a thanks and off they went. I asked Rob where the third guy was and he told me he lied. He was just teasing me. So I got playful and jumped on him until he fell to the couch. Then I held his arms down and slapped him across the face with my tits. I really blew his mind as I bent over and gave him a wet kiss and thanked him for being so nice about the past five weeks. I got up and went around the room and repeated my thanks to each of the boys.

Then I gave them the good news. I said, “Since you boys were a whole lot nicer than you had to be, I’m going to let you have an extra little treat while you grab your last servings of me. With that said, I pulled off my shorts, leaving me with only my panties left on. I told them they could each grab themselves a good feel while they took their turns with me. As they cheered, I whispered to Heather that I would love some help thanking the boys. At first she said no, but I knew she really wanted to get wild tonight. So I started lifting her shirt of over her head and she raised her arms for me. The boys went wild cheering me on, so I hugged her and as my hands were behind her back, I undid her bra and when I pulled away, it came with me. She kept staring at my tits wanting to taste me, but I was going to make her wait for awhile.

I grabbed the snap on her shorts and she started to fight me a little. But when the boys begged her for more, she pulled her hands away and let me pull them off. That’s when the small orgy started. I went from guy to guy making them work over my tits and milking me some. I would place one of their hands on my pussy and would tell them to cop a good feel. Most of them would slide a finger under the crotch of my panties and slip it into me. I told Marc to get busy on Heather and he needed no further coaxing. After I made the rounds on the boys, I asked, “Okay boys, who wants to see Heather show you all how to milk a girl in style?” Everyone was for that, so I jumped on top of her and planted a wet kiss on her that drove the boy’s nuts. I gave her an all out make-out session; feeling her tits up and even driving my hands into her panties and frigged her a bit. Then I plopped my tits in her face and told her to drain me. She had nursed on me in front of them before, but this time she went all out and wasn’t afraid to show them how much she liked getting my milk form me. It was so wild doing this with her in front of the boys. We both enjoyed the hell out of it.

I passed myself non-stop around the room for the rest of the night, making sure Heather got her turns as well. By the end of the night, my tits ached like never before. Heather walked me home and I asked my mom if she could spend the night. After it was all set up with both our moms, we went straight to bed… but not to sleep.

It only took a week or so for my milk to dry up. It probably would have gone faster if Heather would have kept off them. God, I miss feeding her. But I never bet my body on anything anymore… but I’m always looking for a boyfriend that likes milk.

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