I met Jay in our last year of college at a party. We found that we had some similar interests and found ourselves attracted to each other. After several weeks of dating we became lovers and ended up getting an apartment together so we could always be together.

           He is incredibly smart. He works in the pharmaceutical field doing research, while I work in computer programming.  He is slim with beautiful blue eyes and blond hair that has a mind of its own.  I have brown eyes and hair with a slight build with a cute bottom and have nice small shaped breasts.  Jay loved them and called me his little A-cup cutie.  Jay was intrigued by my breasts because of their size and that they are nearly half nipple.  I suppose the term for them is called puffies. I haven’t seen any like mine and was always a bit self conscious about them.  To Jay they were like the Holy Grail.  His loving attention to them made me relax about them and enjoy the fun.

          I found out in my early teens that my nipples had a direct line to my clitoris.  When my parents weren’t home I would spend much of the time in my bedroom playing and tugging on my nipples and having almost endless orgasms. Consequently because of this I did not feel the need to rush into a relationship.  The few times I did date and the boy was lucky enough to make it to second base they would be put off by the looks of my breasts.  Some made me feel like a freak.

          So to say the least I was somewhat apprehensive about Jay seeing me naked.  Our first time together he made me forget about that and we have been together ever since.

          One night after moving in together I woke up and found Jay sucking on one of my breasts.  When I asked him what was going on, he said he was having some trouble sleeping and wanted to be close to me to feel better.  When my nipple brushed his cheek it felt natural and comforting for him to draw it into his mouth.  He apologized for waking me and taking liberties with me while I was asleep.  I felt so much love and tenderness towards him at that moment that I pulled him back to the breast and told him that it was OK with me if it made him feel better.   He drew my nipple deep into his mouth and began to suck.  It was so much different than when he touches them when we make love. I found the slow steady suck that he was giving my nipple to be comforting to me rather than erotic. A warm maternal feeling went through me as I cradled him closer to me before I fell asleep.

          After that night Jay would go to sleep with a nipple in his mouth. Most nights we make love before going to sleep and I love holding him in my arms with him at my breast afterwards. Jay had always given my breasts plenty of attention during sex but now he spent more time massaging my breasts and sucking on them like a baby.  I would notice afterwards that my nipples would be more puffy, red and much thicker. His sucking on my breast and gentle kneading he gave them when we settled down for sleep felt really good so I would just drift off to a nice relaxing rest.

          Jay began to play with my breasts and nipples more during the day too. The caressing, fondling and massaging he was doing I found to be very enjoyable. Whenever he wasn't around I would massage my breasts myself thinking about him because it felt so good.  Jay made me very breast conscious and I accepted my breasts as something beautiful that we were having some wonderful time with instead of something I want to hide from others.

          In the evening when we are watching TV at night he would often suck on one breast and play with the other one and then switch sides. Our weekends together became my favorite time because we don't have work so he can pay a lot of attention to me and also to my breasts.

          After about six weeks from the time he first went to sleep at my breast I noticed that my breasts were starting to ache a little when I was at work and they kept aching until I massaged them.  They were still bothering me when Jay got home and when I mentioned it to him he gently massaged them and they began to feel better.  They felt much better after he sucked on them. 

          One morning I noticed that all my bras were no longer fitting.  I figured that my period was coming and that my breasts were swelling because of it. I dug out one of my sports bras and wore it to work that day. When I got home I quickly went and changed.  I took a look in the mirror once I stripped down and saw that my breasts had grown larger and the areolas were darker and my nipples looked even thicker. I had to be a B cup now.  As so many times in the past I began to play with my breasts but this time they filled my hands more than ever before.  Plucking at my nipples I made them to get as thick as my thumbs and nearly half as long.  I got weak in the knees and laid down on the carpet in front of the window with the sun streaming in.  The warm sun on me and the orgasm that was building up felt delicious.  In a few short minutes I had a very satisfying release.

          One morning, Jay was enjoying his morning breast when he tasted something leaking from it.  Just a taste of something he said. I looked and did not see anything. I pushed his head into my other breast and when he sucked that one he said the same thing.

          I started to get nervous about this. What's happening to my tits? I wondered if I had some sort of infection.  I did some checking online and found out that all the changes in my tits and nipples and areolas were signs that I might be getting ready to lactate. This was scary for me. Should I see a doctor? What do I tell her?

          I called and made an appointment to see my GYNO. She gave me an exam and had me answer some questions. After talking to me and finding out what Jay and I have been doing she told me that I was starting to produce milk. This was perfectly normal with women who have their breasts sucked on a regular basis. I had no idea that Jay's frequent sucking and fondling would cause me to start producing breastmilk. I was stunned by this information.  I know it sounds naive, but neither of us gave any thought to this happening.  I had many questions of my own for her.   She said there weren’t any health problems to worry about. In fact she said there were very many benefits for me and Jay.

          She told me it was up to me if I wanted to continue lactating, but to take vitamin and calcium supplements and drink lots of fluids. If I wanted to stop, all I needed to do was to stop all the stimulation that my breasts were receiving. She gave me reading material about breast feeding and recommended some books and places online to look at.  It appeared she knew quite a bit about couples doing this sort of thing. She called it an Adult Nursing Relationship.  I had a lot to think about.

          I knew I loved Jay dearly, but I never expected to breastfeed him.  He never gets tired of sucking my breasts though, and I liked the way it feels.  I still could not believe that my breasts started producing milk, all because he sucks on me 3-4 times a day and even when I'm sleeping. We were just really having a great time together and we love each other. I do love having my tits sucked and his sucking makes me feel good and warm. It is his constant breast play and sucking on me that has created the breasts I have now. My breasts are larger and my nipples puffier and they really stick out when they are stiff. He lusts for my breasts and I really like the attention and they look good too.

          Once I got home I went online and googled Adult Nursing Relationship. From Wikipedia it gave this description. 

 Adult Nursing Relationship (ANR)

The suckling of milk from a female's breast on a regular basis from one or more partner(s). Successful ANRs depend on a stable and long-term relationship, as, otherwise it is very difficult to maintain a steady milk flow. Couples may begin an ANR by transferring regular suckling from a child to a sexual partner (e.g. husband). Such a relationship may form as an expression of close intimacy and mutual tenderness and may even exist without sex. The breastfeeding woman may experience orgasms or a pleasurable let-down reflex.

           I could not believe the amount of information that I found out there and the number of couples that were engaged in this type of relationship.  Sitting there reading I realized that I had been massaging my breasts and tugging on my nipples like the way Jay sucks on them. It was then I noticed that my fingers were wet and slippery. 

           Quickly I took off my shirt get a better look.  I used the technique I saw on a web site to express milk and after a couple of tries my nipple beaded up some cloudy drops.  With a finger I carefully took a taste and found it slightly sweet.  But just seeing it coming out of me was amazing.  Sitting there thinking I realized that my subconscious had already made the decision for me. I was just a little afraid to say it out loud. 

           Looking at the clock I saw that Jay was going to be home soon from our college where he was finishing his masters degree. I ached to have my breasts sucked right away by him.  I wanted to hold him in my arms and feel his warm face against my breasts and his mouth sucking rhythmically, trying to draw out nourishment from me. I decided to continue lactating and breastfeeding.

           Jay came home and saw me sitting topless on the couch reading some of the information that I printed out.  I grabbed a pillow and had him put his head in my lap and placed a stiff nipple in his mouth.  After several minutes I had him switch sides and began telling him about my doctor visit and the results.  He sat up when I asked him what he thought about us going all the way with this and bringing me to full lactation.  We talked about lactation and the responsibility on both of our parts and how it would be shared. With that we decided to go thru with it. We read all we could on the web and set up a feeding schedule that would work for us.

           Jay was virtually insatiable after that. He was forever rubbing, massaging, licking, or sucking my breasts to get more of my milk.  I loved his touch so much as it made me so hot. I could not refuse him my milk even if I wanted to. My breasts gave a little more milk every time he sucked them.  One morning I felt a tingle in my breasts and Jay told me that I had just shot milk into his mouth. He actually had to swallow several times because there was so much milk. I was thrilled at becoming more of a woman and the mixture of feelings I had as I nursed him.

           As my breasts started to produce more milk they got larger and my nipples got bigger and easier to suck.  My breasts have gone from a 36B to a 36C and the nipples are twice as big. When I masturbate all I need to do is pull and squeeze them hard for a few moments and I bring myself to the most amazing climaxes. I love my breasts.

          We became closer as we made sure that my breasts were taken care of.  It was his job to see that they were sucked dry and never got over full. Our appreciation of each other grew and his desire for my milk grew.  I feel so needed and desired each time he comes to me to fill his need for my milk. There are times when he nurses, I feel like a mother and a lover. I am filled with all kinds of new emotions and a sense of wanting to give him more. He has become a tenderer lover and is always happy doing the little things to show his appreciation of me and knowing that I also need to be taken care of.

          With Jay’s trust fund money he had me go out and restock my wardrobe to clothe my new body.  I still have the nice little tight bottom and slim waist, but my breasts were too big for many of my clothes and all my old bras were useless.  I bought clothes that make it easy for him to suckle without me removing half my clothing. Most of the clothes are designed for nursing moms who need quick easy access to her milky breasts for nursing. I found some cute nursing dresses and tops for our new lifestyle. I like the tops that have a second layer. The outer layer looks like any other t-shirt, polo shirt, tank, twin-set, or hooded sweatshirt. But when you lift, unzip or unbutton the outer layer, the inner layer has generous vertical nursing openings over each breast.

          As for bras, I haven't worn a traditional bra for nearly two years now. Nearly all my everyday bras are nursing bras with the flaps that fold over to reveal a breast. They make such nice looking bras for nursing women. Condessa has some of the nicest looking bras that I have seen.   I have also found some half-bras that only cover only the underside of my tits, but keep my nipples accessible. These I like to put on when I feel a little naughty and want to have some fun. I like to wear all these tops when out and about with Jay and I feel like we have a very sexy and extremely arousing secret from the rest of the world.

          Like I mentioned, we have been breastfeeding for almost two years now and I need to breastfeed Jay every 4 hours to 5 hours. There are some days when I really need him to suckle more often and also there are days when he needs so suckle from me more than usual also.  Wearing nursing bras and tops because of our need to suckle helps us be spontaneous without be having to take off any clothes. When I'm feeling naughty, I wear a tight pastel blouse and my half bras, so that when my tits leak, I get wet spots on my blouse. This really turns us both on when people notice this.  I do this mostly when we are out clubbing.

          We live in a small town and we have to drive everywhere for anything. Sometimes I do have to nurse him in public, I don't have a choice. It's a hassle sometimes, especially when I really need him to nurse before my milk starts leaking. At such times, Jay lunges for my tit and sucks madly before the seats are fully reclined.  I've been nursing him for almost two years now and my need to nurse him is very, very strong. My breasts throb and my nipples leak like crazy when they are full.  There are times that I've pulled out my breasts and my milk shoots out before I can get his mouth over my nipple.  My nursing him is more than a physical need for me but also a deep primal one.

           Nursing in public places is a problem. Aside from the obvious places like nursing in dressing rooms and in the car, there are not very many public places that will afford us much privacy. When we go to a mall, I sometimes have to breastfeed him in our SUV before going inside, but I have breastfed him inside the mall too, a couple of times. Most women stores, if they are not too busy will let Jay in the dressing room to help me try on clothes. Most of the clothing departments we are in I am usually trying on clothes for nursing mothers. Unless there is a sale, generally there are very few people there seeing what we are doing. Nobody can hear his suckling sounds or my little moans except me. I have never had a problem even though breastfeeding him takes at least 15 minutes.

           I have often pulled out my nipple to let Jay suckle while I was sitting on a blanket or a park bench. I just pull a cover over him to hide what we are doing.  I have on my special clothes, usually a shirt he can pull up (rather than a blouse that would need to be open) and a nursing bra. In the car, I've noticed we're less likely to be seen if I'm on my knees, slightly leaning over him while he nurses than if he had his head is on my lap. In movie theaters, if no one is in our row, he has gotten on his knees between my legs and suckled me under my shirt. People walk down the aisle and have never noticed.

           Unfortunately, I've never found a way to nurse on an airplane, even in first class and under a blanket, without someone noticing what we were doing. So I bring my manual pump into the bathroom and fill a bottle or two so Jay can drink my milk at his seat.  We have gotten some strange looks when we do this, but no one has ever said anything.

           We like to go Provincetown for our vacations. There are so many people there with so many different life styles. Jay and I can go the beach there and relax and fit in with the rest of the crowd.  You should see the looks I get from the other men and women on the beach. I can really fill out a bikini nicely now.  

           The last time we were there we made a day of it and got to the beach just as the sun was coming up.  It was still a little cool out so we laid out on our blanket and got close with another blanket wrapped around us to stay warm to watch the sunrise. There was a handful of people there scattered around us doing the same thing. After a while Jay stretched out and laid his head in my lap with a folded up beach towel under it. I reached into my cover-up, and untied my bikini top and slid it off and slid my nip into his mouth. Jay drew my nipple into his mouth eagerly and gently suckled until my letdown kicked in. I couldn't help but moan as I closed my eyes to relish the feeling. I had a nice delightful warm tingling sensation in my breasts as my letdown was complete. I love my milky breasts, but I really love the letdown feeling I get when Jay latches on and sucks until my milk gushes.  As Jay nursed I peeked under the blanket to watch him feed eagerly. His eyes were closed as he sucked. Some milk showed around the edge of his mouth as my milk gushed. He looked so relaxed. I covered him back up and watched the sunrise listening to his sucking sounds, feeling very relaxed and calm myself.

           Eventually my breast was empty. He pulled slightly away from me and gently dried the nipple and breast.   We arranged ourselves so we were lying side by side.  I pulled the blanket over us as he began to feed from my other breast. I found myself squirming around some as I was starting to get excited. As he sucked my milk, he slipped his hand into my bikini bottom and played with my very wet pussy.  With him working my tits and my clit at the same time I wriggled and moaned to a couple of nice little orgasms.

           When we were finished, we wrapped ourselves nice and snug in our blanket.  I just wanted to stay wrapped in his arms forever as I felt so completely contented and satisfied. I dozed off and on for the rest of the morning. When I awoke the sun was high and the beach was full of people. Jay was out in the water with some people we knew from here.  When he saw me sit up he came back to join me.  We spent the rest of the days visiting people we knew and being in the water.  Jay slipped under the blanket twice to nurse on me again.  I really love it here because some of the people there knew what we were doing and just smiled at us. 

          Once it was time to leave we went to the bathhouse to clean up and get ready to leave.  Jay and I were together in a stall getting changed and I'd taken my top off when Jay playfully leaned over and took one of my nipples in his mouth and started sucking. We were alone, and it felt so damn good. I stood there, totally naked from the waist up, watching him give me a quick suck when my milk letdown. Jay sat down on the bench and I leaned over him, my tits dangling down so he could again latch onto my gushing nipple.

          I heard talking and glanced up and saw two young women walk by our stall without noticing us. Then, I realized an elderly woman was changing just a couple feet behind me. Her view would be of a man sitting in front of a half naked woman who was making sucking noises. I abruptly pushed Jay away and his mouth came off my nipple with a pop.  Then a woman entered our row and headed to a stall next us. This woman glanced over at me and smiled.  The sight of me with one engorged tit that was spraying milk and the other drained tit with the huge erect nipple, and of Jay who was sitting in front of those titties with the needy look on his face and breastmilk on his chin didn’t even faze her. She just smiled and said hello and went into her stall to change. I slid the nipple back into Jay's mouth and let him suck away.

          I'd love to be able to relax when I nurse Jay in public. Sometimes I look over at Jay, when we are at the movies or at table in a restaurant and I so desperately want to go to him with my breasts bared and guide a very needful nipple into his mouth and let him suckle like a baby. But even babies in our town don't get nursed that openly.

           However, the best times to nurse are when we're alone. I can bear my breasts and watch Jay suck and drink my milk while I talk softly to him and tell him how much I love him. I'm feeding him with my body. I don't think it gets any more beautiful than that.

           I have had some subtle changes since I've started nursing Jay. Nursing Jay burns a lot of calories so I eat more often now, every four hours or so (yogurt, fruit, eggs, nuts). Jay's appetite is for my milk now and he nurses from me so often that he eats very little. My breasts are much fuller too; I used to have cute little girl breasts but now I‘m a full breasted woman.

          My biggest change is sleep though. I need a lot more sleep since nursing Jay. After a full night's sleep and getting up at 6 or 7, I like having an hour nap by 1:00 or I'm dead on my feet.  About an hour before Jay comes home from work I take another quick nap. That's one of the reasons we added a daybed to my home office, so I can take a little nap after nursing Jay. Those little catnaps will keep me rested so I don't get so terribly tired.

           It has become a great help for me that I am able to do my job most of the time from home. I only have to show up for the occasionally meeting and progress reports. A few of my co-workers and my boss assumed that I had some breast work done when they noticed that I was no longer as petite as I once was.

           I had to confide our little secret to my girlfriend Shirley.  She started to notice my bigger breasts and wanted to know what was going on.  Especially when she started seeing wet spot on my tops.   With a lot of reluctance I told her that I was producing milk.

 “You’re kidding?” she responded with a look of wonder on her face.

 When I didn’t say anything she opened her mouth in awe and covered it with her hand.

 “You really mean it, don’t you?”

 I nodded, still not knowing really what to say.

 With eager eyes she leaned forward. “Show me, please.”

 “What?’ I could not believe what I was hearing.

 “I can’t explain it. I have to see for myself milk coming out of your tit.  Please”

           Oh what the hell, I thought.  I began to unbutton the front of my blouse as Shirley moved her chair closer to me.  When I had enough done to free a breast I undid the snap that held up the flap that covered that breast. Shirley gasped when she saw me undo the flap and fold it down.

“Is that a nursing bra?”

I looked up and saw wonder in her face as she watch my every move. 

“Yeah, it makes it easier for me to take care of Jay.”

“Cool.”

          When she saw my large nipple get exposed her faced reddened.  I began to massage my breast as it and I were not quite ready to give milk.  Jay had emptied both breasts just an hour earlier and my breasts were used to our schedule for him.  I leaned forward so the milk would move forward to the nipple.  It took a little bit of time.  Shirley sat there quietly watching every move I made.  Finally I felt I was ready and grasped my nipple between my thumb and finger and stroked out a small stream of milk. I looked up when I heard Shirley gasp.  She leaned even closer to see the several streams of milk coming.  I have a couple of streams that really shoot it out thick when I get a good rhythm expressing milk. These caught her right in the face.  She jerked back and I stopped to watch her reaction. Slowly she leaned forward and opened her mouth. When she was only a couple of inches away I started expressing again.  If Shirley wanted to see what my milk tasted like I was going fulfill that wish.  It took some doing but I was able to direct most of the spray into her waiting mouth.  Some still got onto her face.  Shirley would swallow as her mouth filled having a look of total contentment on her face.

          After several minutes her face was covered in my milk. My pale white milk was even dripping off her chin. My nips were starting to get a little tender and I decided this was enough.  When she realized there was no more coming Shirley sat back.  With a soft voice Shirley thanked me. 

“That’s what friends are for.” I replied. “I think we need to clean up. Your face is dripping milk and my bra and blouse need to be changed.” 

          I got up and went to my bedroom and put on some dry replacements and came back.  Shirley came out of the bathroom and said she had to be going and once again thanked me for letting her see and taste.

          When I told Jay later in the evening what Shirley and I did.  He got so turned on that he took me right on the couch.  When we were done we laid there all sweaty and exhausted with my nipple in his mouth.

          Shirley stopped in the next day and she was very excited.  She has a rashy kind of acne around her mouth and nothing seemed to work clearing it up. Now it looked so much better.  Shirley insisted that my milk made her skin start to clear up.  She begged me so much for more of my milk that I got the pump out and filled a bottle for her.  She couldn’t wait to get home and went into my bathroom to bath her face. I have to admit that my milk has made her skin clear up almost completely. So once a week, I hand Shirley a bag with a couple bottles of the milk I have pumped.

          It’s so nice to have a close friend that I was able to confide in about our little nursing secret.  It has even made us closer. We invited Shirley over for Thanksgiving this year and Jay made his famous lasagna for us to eat after we watched the Macy's parade. She came early so we could enjoy the parade together and brought something for breakfast. We had donuts, bagels & cream cheese, muffins, fruit, juices and coffee. It was so great.

          During the parade, I needed to breastfeed Jay, so we tried to leave the room. Shirley insisted on our staying for the parade. I kept saying we couldn't.

"Why not?" 

I laughingly said "Jay needs to nurse now.”

"So do it here".

          Jay and I looked at each other and shrugged our shoulders and got into position.  I had on a white cami tank that just lifts up at the bust line. Once I had a breast exposed Jay latched on and began to suckle. Of course, Shirley was watching, so my milk wouldn't let down.  She handed me a glass of juice, stroked my hair, and whispered "Relax, Tina, it‘s ok"

          My milk let down almost instantly and gushed suddenly into Jay's mouth. I just closed my eyes, listened to Jay's sucking and swallowing sounds enjoyed his feeding. When I opened my eyes, I saw Shirley smiling back at us. I have to admit I teared up a little.

          I am so happy that Jay and I decided to become a nursing couple. He and I are just wonderful and very happy together. I love Jay dearly and he never gets tired of sucking my breasts.  When I'm sleeping at night, I wake when he eases my top from me, licks my nipple, and starts nursing on my full tit. When he suckles me like that, I feel such peace and serenity, a feeling I don't feel any other way.  Jay started nursing on me when I felt deserted by nearly everyone, he's the only one who gave me any comfort by accepting me and the physical comfort of being nursed by him. He has shown me nothing but love and kindness.

          Having tits with milk is still amazing to me though. Sometimes I look at my tits when Jay’s playing between tits and it's still surprising to see my nipples oozing milk. I know that sucking my tits and feeding off my milk is deeply satisfying for Jay. I love him and am happy I can meet this need for him. I love getting my tits sucked, but breastfeeding him is so much better.

          Nursing him has taken our commitment to each other to another level, much deeper and richer than I could have imagined. I just savor the feeling of his tongue and lips taking my nipple into his mouth as he latches on to suckle. Jay nurses about five times a day (not counting my pumped milk). I found that even my tits get horny and sometimes I just need Jay to suck, even when all my milk's in his tummy. Jay's more than happy to suck tit to pleasure me.

          My breasts fill with milk every hour of every day. Milk leaks from my nipples in the middle of the night and my breasts need to be suckled. I cradle Jay to me every time and stroke his hair as he feeds from my breast. I press his face into my soft breast as he suckles as I savor the moment. As Jay empties both breasts of my milk, we lay together sleepily knowing that our love for each other is boundless. What we have is truly wonderful, unique and special and will continue for years to come.

- D.W. Dickson, January 21, 2009

Reprinted with permission, please do not duplicate without the author's prior acquiescence.