Ache 2: An Erotic Lactation Novel, page 1
Ache 2
An Erotic Lactation Novel
Elliot Silvestri
This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this work are either products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.
Ache 2
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All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Preview
About the Author
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Chapter 5
Alyssa moaned as Roger's cock filled her pussy. This was wrong. This was so wrong.
But it felt so good.
His hands on her hips. His cock in her pussy. His body pressing against hers.
She couldn’t remember the last time she did doggy with Ben.
Had they become that boring?
But Roger’s cock felt good inside her. She just focused on his cock and what it was doing to her. She knew she was going to cum, he just had to keep doing what he was doing.
“What the fuck are you doing?” she burst out.
Roger’s hands had gone to her bra strap. He had been in the midst of trying to unhook it when she realized what was happening.
Roger paused in his thrusting and his brassier manipulation. “Taking off your bra.”
“Leave it on,” she ordered.
“But I like tits.”
“Leave it on or I leave.”
There was a distinct coldness to her voice.
“Is this because you’re lactating?” he asked her softly.
“Yes. Just keep fucking me and make me cum. Don’t take off my fucking bra.”
He considered it for just half a second. “Sure. No problem.”
Roger resumed fucking her.
He was good. She liked it. Alyssa focused on his cock and her cheating and he held tight to her hips and ass and then she was cumming and she was crying out and tears were rolling down her cheeks and she was so glad that she was facing away from Roger so he couldn’t see the tears. As she recovered from the intense orgasm she surreptitiously wiped her face on the sheets, glad she was already face down and didn’t leave behind much makeup.
“You’re loud,” he observed.
“You said you wanted it to be loud. Don’t stop fucking me.”
“Is it okay if I cum in you?”
“Fuck yes.” It didn’t make a difference now. She had already fucked him bareback once. It wasn’t like she could get pregnant.
“Great. Hold on.”
He wasn’t kidding. He started slamming his cock into her hard and fast and she had to grip the edge of the bed. Roger made her cum a second time. And then a third before he finally deposited his cum deep in her pussy.
Alyssa groaned and slid forward onto the bed. “Ohh…thank you…”
Roger’s cock slipped free from her pussy and he chuckled. “I’ve actually never been thanked for fucking someone before.”
“Uh-huh,” Alyssa mumbled.
He looked at her ass. It was a nice ass, round and full, and framed nicely by her thong. He wanted to pull it aside once again and look at her puckered asshole, but now didn’t seem to be the time.
Instead he gently massaged her butt, wondering what he should do next.
“How much did you pay for this room?” she asked him.
Roger chuckled. “Okay, that’s a strange question to ask.” He still had a double handful of her flesh in his fingers.
Alyssa rolled over, showing him her tits just barely contained by her bra. Even on her back her cleavage was impressive; the bra was working overtime. His eyes flicked to her pelvis. The thong’s material was opaque and he couldn’t see her pussy, much to his disappointment.
“I want to know how much I’m worth to you,” she said.
“Two hundred dollars,” he answered, his lips twisted into a grin. “But I’ve paid more in the past.”
“For a room or for a hooker?” she asked archly.
“I’ll let you just wonder about that.”
Smiling, Alyssa eased herself off the bed and went to the table where she had left her purse. She liked standing in front of him in her bra and panties while he was naked. It gave her a thrill to see him naked on the bed while she was at least partially clothed. She pulled out her phone and asked him, “Do you use Venmo?”
His eyes narrowed. “Why?”
“Because I’m not a whore. I’m going to pay you for my half of the room.” She considered it for a second. “Well, I’ll pay for today’s room. You paid for the other one.”
“I’m not going to let you pay for the room,” he said flatly.
“Uh-huh,” Alyssa replied as she tapped the screen. Glancing up, she said, “You should really use something other than ‘Roger-Wilson-1’ for your Venmo username if you want to be anonymous.”
“That’s not me,” he said.
“Then I’m sending two hundred two hundred dollars to a complete stranger.” She gave him a half second to react. “And send.” She pressed a button on her phone and put it away.
“You just wasted two hundred bucks,” he told her.
“Then the next time we fuck, you’ll pay again,” she told him.
“There’s going to be a next time?” asked Roger, a bit of hope in his voice.
She smiled and pivoted on one foot to walk to the bathroom, shaking her hips more than strictly necessary.
After a moment he followed her to see Alyssa reaching into her bra and pulling out a pair of small white pads.
“Oh thank god,” he breathed dramatically. “I thought you were reaching in there to remove some falsies.”
“You’ve seen my boobs already,” she reminded him unnecessarily. “These are just breast pads. They’re a little too wet.”
“You leak all the time?”
“No. Only when I’m turned on.”
Roger made a face.
“What?” she demanded of him.
“Not a turn on,” he commented.
“What? A woman’s boobs doing what they were made for—making milk—disgusts you.”
Roger was about to speak and then thought better of it. “It’s just not a turn on for me.”
Reaching behind her back, she quickly unhooked her bra and let it fall from her tits.
“Nice,” Roger commented, nodding in approval at her exposed breasts.
Palming her full breasts, Alyssa squeezed them, forcing out the milk. Roger was close enough that she managed to hit him with several of the streams. He took a step back but Alyssa had already soaked his cock and legs.
“Okay that’s…weird.”
“Ben loves it when I squirt him.”
“With milk?”
“What else?”
“Girl cum. Amrita. Pee.”
“Does that turn you on?” she asked him.
Roger hesitated to answer.
Alyssa’s eyes went wide. “It does turn you on!”
“We all have our kinks,” he said proudly.
“Well, my kink is letting my partners suck on my tits and drink my milk. What’s yours?”
Once more Roger hesitated.
Alyssa answered for him. “Apparently getting peed on by women.”
“No! You’re not going to like the answer.”
“Tell me. We’ve already fucked twice. You need to be honest with me or you aren’t going to get into my panties again.”
“I barely got into them today.”
She went to close the bathroom door on him.
“Cheating!” he said quickly. “I like getting married women into bed.”
“Huh,” she said aloud. “I’m not married.”
“You’ve been with the same guy for how long? You’re all but married.”
Alyssa frowned. “I think I have a cheating kink too,” she told him.
That gave Roger pause. “Really?”
She nodded and stepped out of the bathroom, pressing her body close to his, putting her arms around his shoulder. “The sex we’ve had…the orgasms were incredible. Better than anything I’ve had with Ben in…”
“Forever?” Roger prompted.
“In a long time.” She kissed him.
“It happens,” said Roger after the kiss. “You get into a rut with the same person and the old kinks just get to be boring and plain. Something new and exciting is always good.”
“Which is why you’re always picking up married women?” asked Alyssa.
Ben glanced away. “Sure.”
Things clicked into place for Alyssa. “Holy fucking shit. You’re married,” she accused him. “You’re cheating on your wife.”
> Ben pushed her back a pace. “Technically, she’s just the mother of my children.”
“How many?”
“How many women have I cheated with? Uhh…I’ve lost count. More than twenty.”
“Twenty?! Fuck no. I was asking how many kids you have.”
“Oh. That I know. Just two.”
Alyssa wanted to walk out on him on moral grounds, but she knew she didn’t have a moral leg to stand on.
“Did she breastfeed your kids?”
“Uh…yes.”
“And breast milk disgusts you?”
“Not disgusts…but it’s not a turn on.”
“Well fuck.”
Roger made a show of looking at his bare wrist. “Well, we still have half an hour. We can fuck again.
Chapter 6
Despite everything, Alyssa still loved Ben. He had been in her life for ten years. They were everything but married. They shared a house and finances. They shared a bed. They shared hopes and dreams and vacations. They shared a kink.
Except that kink was all Ben’s.
Alyssa had a kink and it wasn’t lactation. It was a kink that was wrong because it hurt people she loved.
“Fuck.”
While Alyssa was happy to indulge in Ben’s need to nurse from her tits, it didn’t really do anything for her. She didn’t want to brag about how her boyfriend had sucked on her tits for so long that she was regularly lactating. She didn’t want anyone to know. It was bad enough her doctor had noted that she had uncomplicated galactorrhea.
She did enjoy it when Ben nursed from her. But it was all the time. They couldn’t be apart for more than a day otherwise she got pain in her breasts. Ben was worried that if they were ever apart for more than a couple of days her milk would dry up and they’d have to start over.
Alyssa would have been happy for that to happen. She would deal with the physical pain.
She knew that she couldn’t deal with the emotional pain of Ben’s disappointment and him wanting her to restart.
What was even worse was her realization that she had a new kink and it was cheating on the man she loved.
The sex with Roger had been fine. Good. Great even. It was the same sex she had with Ben. It was great with both men. Different, but that was part of the kink, she realized.
How could she possibly tell the man she loved, her life partner, that she wanted to have sex with other men, not because Ben wasn’t good enough, but because she had a deep-seated need to cheat on him?
It wasn’t just having sex with someone else. It wasn’t even that she was all that attracted to Roger. She had dated him years ago and he was fine, but she was never really in love with him.
It wasn’t the physical act of sex with another man that did it for her.
It was the actual cheating on Ben. Keeping a secret from him. Sneaking around. Preparing sex on the sly. All of it.
She couldn’t ask Ben to participate in the kink with her because if he got involved and knew…that would ruin it.
Ethical non-monogamy was a thing, but that would spoil Alyssa’s fun.
She hated herself for that.
Alyssa thought about all of this over the next few days. She thought about it in spare moments at work. She thought about it in the shower. She thought about it driving to work and on errands. She thought about it when Ben nursed from her. She thought about it when she masturbated in the few moments she was at home when Ben wasn’t.
She thought about how Ben had trapped her in his kink and immediately hated herself for thinking he had trapped her.
He hadn’t.
She’d gone along with it.
They started having sex on their second date. It wasn’t rushed, it just happened naturally. The sex was normal and vanilla and not at all kinky.
Ben had lavished attention on Alyssa’s breasts. She was slightly amused by that. While she had been complimented by past boyfriends for having “great tits” as they all seemed to put it, Ben was less verbally complimentary and simply loved to suck on her nipples, gently massage her breasts, and even pinch her nipples during sex. All of that was fine.
He had an interest in watching her put on and take off bras. She had chalked that up to normal male sex obsession. When they actually slept together he would spoon her from behind and cup a breast with the hand that was draped over her side.
The one thing he didn’t do with her tits was try to fuck them. Alyssa hated the expression “titty fuck”. It seemed high school childish. As it was, her breasts were just barely big enough to accommodate a man’s cock; the one time she did try tit fucking was at the insistence of an old boyfriend. It did nothing for her. It took Conrad way too long to cum and she didn’t like getting his cum on her neck and face. She only liked that when she was really turned on.
“Can you cum from having your nipples played with?” That was the question that really set them on this journey.
They were in bed and starting to fool around. Ben had taken his usual amount of time with her tits, sucking and kissing and pinching and teasing them, not bothering to hurry down her body. At first she had thought that Ben liked foreplay as much as she did; it certainly helped when they got down to actual penetrative sex.
“Uh…no?” she answered.
“Do you like having your tits played with?”
Alyssa laughed. “Uh…yes. I thought that was obvious.”
With a sly smile Ben asked, “Can I try to make you cum from just your tits?”
The question gave her some pause. “Is that even a thing?”
It seemed sort of possible and it seemed like something certain women could do, but it also seemed much more likely that any woman who claimed to have an orgasm just from nipple play was lying to flatter her partner.
“Yes,” Ben insisted.
Alyssa asked the next obvious question. “Have you done it with other women?”
“Uh…maybe.”
“Maybe!?”
“I don’t want to upset you by telling you about what I’ve done with other women.”
Alyssa shook her head at him. “I know you’ve been with other women. I don’t think you’re a virgin.”
“I just didn’t want it to be weird.”
“It’s all weird.”
He nodded. “Okay. Then can I try to make you cum from just your nipples?”
Alyssa stifled a laugh. “You can try…”
As much as she was teasing him, she did like what he did to her. Her breasts didn’t exactly crave the attention, but she certainly enjoyed it. If she had to indulge Ben in a fantasy that was easily realized, she was more than willing to do that for him.
Ten minutes later she was gasping and on the edge. Her pussy was wet and quivering inside her panties. Ben was still in his shirt and pants, but she was only wearing panties. Every time she started to reach for her pussy, either inside her panties or over them, Ben stopped her.
He wanted to force her to cum from her tits.
She was starting to understand why he wanted this for her. It was the most exquisite torture. It hurt and she wanted it over, but it wasn’t really painful, it was just not enough to get her over the edge. Alyssa knew that if she could just touch her clit for a few seconds, she could cum and that’s what she wanted. She wanted to cum. She needed to cum. Just a simple touch.
He was sucking fiercely on her right nipple while pinching the left. Ben had her half pinned to the bed. She could have told him to stop. She could have said no. She could have done a lot of things, but she wanted to see if she was able to cum from her tits. It was something new and exciting and their sex life so far, while good, hadn’t really branched out to something novel. Yet.
Alyssa thought about asking him to bite the nipple he was sucking and slap her other tit. She needed and wanted the pain to cum. Normally Alyssa wasn’t into pain but she was more than willing to make an exception this time.
Then it just happened. She thought about how beautiful the pain would be when he bit and slapped her, and then the orgasm spread through her body like a hot, electric wave.
It was unlike any other orgasm she had ever had. All of her previous orgasms had seemed to be focused on her pussy, her clit, and spread out from there. This nipple orgasm seemed equally focused on her nipples but it was more like they were in the middle and it enveloped her entire body all at once.
After several deep breaths Alyssa was finally able to say, “I guess I can cum from my tits alone.”
That set them on the road.
