Ache 1: An Erotic Lactation Novel, page 1
Ache 1
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 1
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The characters and events portrayed in this work are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author. Contains adult material that might not be suitable for all audiences. This work is a fantasy; in your own life be sure to follow safer sex practices.
All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.
Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Preview
About the Author
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Chapter 1
Ben woke up with a splitting headache. Not just a headache, a migraine.
“Fuck.”
Alyssa rolled over and faced him. Ben couldn’t remember how long he had been with her. Ten years? It was hard to focus when an invisible spirit was cleaving a spectral axe through his head.
“You okay?” she asked him.
Ben tried to focus on her face. The morning light was weak and hadn’t yet broken through the shades. She was still beautiful, even in the morning, even without makeup. Lover? Partner? Girlfriend? All of these and more.
“No.”
“Migraine again?” She had been through this too many times with him.
“Yes.” He reached out for her, but Alyssa pulled away, slipping out of their bed.
“I’ll be right back. I just need to pee.”
It was early enough that the sun wasn’t illuminating any part of their house yet. She kept the lights off in the bedroom and bathroom. Alyssa didn’t want to look at herself in the bathroom mirror, or any mirror.
On the way back to the bedroom she pulled her sleep shirt over her head and let it drop to the floor, leaving her naked. It was just easier that way. Her breasts were full and round. A little too full. There was the familiar dull tenderness in her flesh that was going to feel good to have Ben relieve for her this morning.
She was going to help him as much as he was going to help her. That’s what she told herself.
The moment Alyssa slipped under the sheets Ben reached for her. She allowed him to drag her body close to his. He was already halfway down the bed and she rested her head on a pillow as his mouth first kissed the skin over her breast bone.
That was just to get his bearings. A moment later his lips sought out and found her nipple. It contracted at his touch and being drawn into his mouth. She made a little moan in the back of her throat, a combination of mild pain and anticipated pressure.
“Carefully,” she cautioned him. It was an automatic response from her lips, just like the rest of the automated responses from her body. She felt herself relax. She felt a mild rush of euphoria. She felt the milk in her breasts start to let down.
She shouldn’t have milk in her breasts. She’d never had a child. She’d never been pregnant. Ben had done this to her body.
As much as it annoyed her, she also loved it.
As he nursed from her she could feel the endorphins being released, making her feel good. Was this the chemical reason for why she loved Ben? It was impossible to tell. Either way, she loved it when he nursed from her, even when she complained about it.
The moment Ben tasted her milk, he anticipated the relief he was about to get. Logically he knew that there was nothing in Alyssa’s breast milk that would cure a headache, let alone a migraine, but he knew that it worked. He didn’t want to acknowledge that it was a placebo effect because if that was the case…
As he nursed from her he could feel the migraine ebbing away. Before he had this with Alyssa he had to endure powerful painkillers that would knock him out for the day or would have to just deal with the blinding pain. This was so, so much better for him.
The warmth of Alyssa’s skin and the soft, muted vocalizations, along with having her nipple in his mouth caused another automatic response from Ben that had nothing to do with his headache.
His cock started to harden inside his pajama bottoms. This always happened. He didn’t hate it. Alyssa was used to it happening as well.
It wasn’t like she discouraged it.
Alyssa was fine with getting her nipples sucked. She liked the way it felt, not just the sexual aspect, but everything about it. It turned her on. It made her pussy wet. It prepared her body to have sex.
They didn’t have sex every time Ben nursed from her, but it was often enough.
Though she complained about it, Alyssa actually liked how her milk production had swollen her breasts. They weren’t huge now by any means, but after Ben had discovered what her body could do for his headaches, they had grown. It was a good enough excuse for her to buy a set of new bras, so that was nice.
“You’re hard,” she said softly, pressing her leg against his crotch, pressing his hard cock against his body.
“Uh-huh,” he mumbled into the flesh of her breast. Her milk had fully let down now. It was easy to suck and swallow. He loved the flavor and he loved how it made him feel.
“Do you want to fuck?” Alyssa held him close, running her hand up and down his back.
His word was mumbled, but understood. “Yeah.”
Alyssa shifted her body, pulling her left nipple from his mouth and offering him her right breast. She wanted him to nurse from both sides so she wouldn’t be lop-sided all day.
Ben took the hint and latched on to the right nipple. Her milk was already flowing. He merely had to swallow. It wasn’t spraying, but it was close.
“You’re turning me on,” she said softly.
“Mm-hmm,” Ben agreed.
On her side, Alyssa lifted one knee, separating her thighs, exposing her pussy. Ben didn’t take the hint so she grabbed his hand and pressed it between her legs.
She was wet. She was hot. Ben knew she was turned on. His migraine was still there, but much diminished. He rubbed her pussy. She moaned a little. He felt the pleasant sensation of her curly pubes under his hand. It was easy to push his middle and ring finger into her tunnel.
Alyssa tensed up for a moment as he did so, but then relaxed more as he slowly moved his fingers in and out of her. All the while he continued to nurse from her breast, sucking out the last of her milk, willing his headache to dissipate so he could deal with the day. So he could at least pretend to be a normal human being.
“Drink up,” she told him, looking down at his face, seeing how he concentrated on her. She wanted to be drained. She wanted that mild euphoria that always followed when he finished nursing. She was already halfway to orgasm. She just needed his cock.
When Ben broke his latch on her nipple, she grabbed his face and bent it up to hers, ducking down so that she could kiss his lips. She tasted the vague sweetness that always lingered there when he finished nursing.
“Get your pants off,” she told him.
His headache was mostly gone. He rolled to his back and hurried to untie his pants and pushed them down. He barely got them down to mid-thigh before Alyssa was climbing on top of him.
“I’m in charge this morning,” she said as she handled him, running the head along her slit, finding the correct angle before she lowered herself down on him.
They both shuddered slightly as their bodies joined.
“We have to make this quick,” said Alyssa as she settled into position and adjusted her knees on both sides of Ben’s body. “I’ve got to be on time for work.”
“Uh-huh,” Ben agreed as he lifted up his hips, trying to go deeper into her.
Alyssa flexed her thighs and moistened his cock with her amrita. A moment later she was bouncing up and down.
To an outsider their relationship and their lives would have looked perfectly normal. This sex looked normal. Two minutes earlier they were engaging in a perverted act.
“You’ve got great tits,” said Ben. He was staring at her chest. The sun had progressed far enough now that stripes of light were slipping between the blinds and illuminating Alyssa’s body. She was beautiful this way. Maybe she didn’t have a perfect body, but she certainly had wonderful breasts, more than enough to distract any man and many women.
“Uh-huh.” She was too distracted from his cock to pay attention. His nursing and her needs had her on edge. Yesterday morning he had nursed briefly from her but they didn’t have sex. Alyssa needed this.
Ben watched as her breasts bounced gently up and down. They were softer now that he had nursed but they weren’t completely empty. As she moved on him, Ben saw little droplets fall from her nipples and land on his chest.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he said, reaching up to gently caress her tits, lightly pinching the nipples, not to hurt, but to excite.
“Uh-huh,” she replied, barely hearing his words. She was close and needed to go over the edge. She tilted her hips, trying to get more friction on her clit.
“I love you,” Ben told her.
“Yeah. Me too.” She wished he’d stop talking. He was distracting her and she was so close.
Letting go of her breasts, Ben grabbed her hips and bounced his ass off the bed, thrusting into her, going wild because he was overwhelmed by his lust.
He came. Alyssa felt his cum jetting into her. It was hot and sticky and she loved it, but almost right away Ben’s cock softened. In the space of a few breaths, she had nothing in her pussy and he slipped out, leaving her frustrated.
“Fuck you’re so good,” Ben complimented her, pulling her body down to his, to embrace her and hold her tight. “You’re the only one who can make my migraines go away.”
She tried not to snort or laugh in his ear. “There’s nothing magical about my milk.”
“I know, but it seems that way.”
“I’m glad you’re not hurting now.” Maybe this was the strangest part of their relationship, but every couple had their quirks. At least this bit of strangeness she shared with Ben she got some sexual satisfaction out of. And she didn’t have to share it with anyone. Just Ben. Secrets were fine to keep in a relationship.
“It’s mostly gone,” he said. “Just a little bit left behind.”
Pushing away from him, Alyssa sat upright and palmed her breasts. “I’ve got a little bit left.”
“No, it’s okay.”
“Good. I need to shower and get to work.” She leaned over and grabbed her phone from the nightstand off the charger. When the screen came to life, her eyes went wide and she swore. “Fuck. I’m going to be late.”
She rolled off his body and rushed to the bathroom, turning on the shower and barely giving the water time to run warm before she got in.
Somehow she had lost track of time—not somehow, she knew exactly how: nursing and sex—and now if she didn’t rush, she was going to be late. She hated being late.
As she soaped up in the shower she briefly considered jilling off under the hot water—she was already one edge and it wouldn’t take much effort at all—but that felt dishonest. She didn’t need to hide her sexual needs from Ben; she just needed more time in the morning.
By the time she was showered, dressed, and had grabbed a cup of coffee, Ben had barely gotten into the shower. She pulled back the curtain, gave him a quick kiss while being careful to avoid the spray, and said, “See you tonight, hon.”
With that she rushed out the door.
Chapter 2
It wasn’t that she had a lot of work to do, but if she didn’t get in on time and open the office she’d be buried by everyone else’s problems. It was fine to be in charge of the communications department; it wasn’t fine to not be in control of the office.
Communications was just her company’s trying-to-be-fancy name for public relations. When things were quiet, it was good. When things fell to shit, she was the focus of everything.
This morning there were just the usual email requests for comments and clarifications, one phone call that had to be returned, and a few text messages that were easily dismissed.
That meant she had a moment to herself by mid-morning. Alyssa was considering a trip to the private executive bathroom where she could jill off in relative privacy. That would be nice. It would relieve the tension that had been building since Ben had cum too fast for her that morning.
Glancing at her schedule for the day, Alyssa cursed under her breath. After grabbing her bag, she headed out of her office, telling the section’s admin assistant, “I’ll be back after lunch, Vicky. Monthly open meeting.”
It wasn’t that she hated these meetings. It was that they were mandatory and often a waste of time. It was supposed to be a meet and greet of all the companies in the company that shared resources. Most of the time it was just an extended lunch at whatever bar the host company chose for the month.
Alyssa had no intention of getting drunk today.
Lombardi’s was a nice place, at least, with a decent lunch menu and the bar wasn’t the focus of this month’s meeting. Normally just under two dozen people would show up. Today it looked like nearly twice that much. She listened politely to the speech she had to suffer through while sipping slowly at the terrible glass of wine she had been provided.
It was only afterwards as she was making her way to the outdoor patio to eat a quick chef’s salad before heading back to the office that she was waylaid.
“Ali Wexler, as I live and breathe.”
Alyssa stopped short. No one had called her Ali in years. She was Alyssa at work, it was her professional identity. Lyssa to her close friends and Ben. It took Alyssa a moment to focus on the face of the man in front of her.
“Roger Bolton,” she said, shaking her head. “It has been a long time.” She awkwardly balanced her salad in one hand and extended her other hand to greet him.
He frowned at her proffered hand. “Really? A hand shake?”
Sighing, Alyssa found a table to put her salad down and then embraced her old friend, even going so far as to give him a quick kiss on the cheek before they both sat down at the table. She noted that he had only a glass in his hand. Nothing to eat.
“It’s been forever,” she said as she started eating, unable to stop herself from eating the salad in front of her.
“Almost five years,” said Roger.
“You knew that right away?” she asked.
“I saw you when you walked into the meeting. I’ve been thinking about you ever since.”
“We broke up over ten years ago, Rog.”
“And I haven’t stopped thinking about you ever since.”
Alyssa rolled her eyes. “You’re terrible at flirting.”
Roger took on a more serious tone. “How have you been? You look good.” He purposely dropped his eyes to her chest.
She pretended not to notice and took another bite of her salad.
“I’ve been great. I’m still with Ben.”
Roger frowned. “That’s too bad.”
“I’ll be sure to tell him you said that.”
“You do that.” His eyes hadn’t moved from her chest. The blouse she was wearing didn’t exactly show a huge amount of cleavage, just a hint of it, but in her state, Alyssa liked the attention.
“You can stop staring at my boobs.” She tried to partially cover herself by holding her fork in front of her.
“I’m staring at your chest.” He took a sip of his drink.
“Same thing.”
“No. Boobs would imply I could see them. They’re covered by your shirt and bra.”
“Blouse.”
Roger continued to stare. Alyssa liked this change in flirty tone. “Call it what you want. You should show off your cleavage more.”
“Roger. Please. We’re at a business function.”
That was enough to make Roger glance around. No one was paying them the least bit of attention. “They’re bigger than I remember.”
“How would you know?” she tossed back at him.
“I have a very good memory for this sort of thing.”
“You’re imagining things.”
Roger shook his head slowly. “No. I’m not. Let’s go somewhere private and I’ll do a physical exam and prove I’m right.”
“That won’t prove anything,” she countered.
“You were always a 34C,” he said calmly. “Now I’d guess you are a 36D.”
“Are you calling me fat?” There was just a hint of anger in her voice. Playful anger. She wanted to see what his reaction would be.
“Not at all. You were too skinny in college. You look fuller, healthier. Any man appreciates a woman with full tits.”
“You don’t have to be so crude.”
“I remember you liked it when I was crude,” he replied.
“Only when we were having sex,” said Alyssa, forcing herself not to blush. She tried to remain calm but the sensations in her lower belly were undeniable. Her pussy was getting incredibly moist. She hoped she wasn’t soaking through her panties.
“When we were fucking,” Roger said, but he lowered his voice as well.
“You don’t have to be so crude,” she repeated. There was no denying it now. She was blushing. She hoped her makeup was hiding it. Her eyes were on the plate in front of her. There was no way she could bear looking Roger directly in the eyes.
