In "One Sugar, Two Milk," Tara takes Johnny to visit Elaine, her dear friend from college, who just had a baby. Johnny is expecting a boring afternoon, but he can't believe his eyes when he sees Elaine, whose milk-filled breasts are absolutely incredible. Even Tara is amazed, and Johnny can't believe it when Tara starts asking her friend if she can taste her milk!
Obviously things get erotic. Let's read a little snippet!
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I sat down on the couch and listened politely while Elaine and Tara caught up. I still had a pleasant buzz on, and I entertained myself by watching Elaine move around her kitchen: preparing the coffee, putting the cinnamon buns on plates, getting the cups down out of the cupboard. She was gorgeous. She had a face like a model, with perfect eyebrows, sharp cheekbones, and a delicate nose. She had long, curly blonde hair, almost matching Tara's. And Tara hadn't been kidding about her breasts. She was dressed in leggings and a button-up shirt, except the shirt would barely button up with her breasts popping out. She had a very curvy body, which was to be expected post-pregnancy, but she looked shapely and voluptuous. Whatever effects the pregnancy had on her, she was wearing it well.
She brought over the coffee and set the plates of buns on the table in front of us. Tara and I were sitting on the couch, and Tara sat on a big comfy chair across from us.
"I love this stuff," she said, digging right into the cinnamon bun. "I have such an appetite right now. It's like I can't eat enough to keep up with the amount of milk I'm producing. It's too much for her, too," she said, nodding toward the bedroom.
"Yeah, your boobs are huge," Tara said, speaking my thoughts precisely. "You must be really full."
"Yeah," Elaine said, looking down at them. "She just ate, so this one's not so bad," she said, touching her left breast. "This one is still really full though." I couldn't see the difference between them. "I'll have to pump them. I hate pumping though."
"We'll help you," Tara said, and she puckered her lips and made some sucking noises.
"Yeah, right," Elaine laughed. "I don't think you'd like it. It smells kind of weird."
"Like what?" I asked.
"Umm," she said, thinking about it. "There's an iron smell. Breast milk has a lot of iron in it. And I don't know, just a kind of weird funky smell. It's hard to explain."
"Is it worse than come?" Tara asked. That was what I liked about her: she had a no-holds-barred sense of humor.
Elaine laughed again. "Um, I'm not answering that," she said.
"Is come really that bad?" I said, turning to Tara.
"No, it's not that bad," she said. "It's not awful, but it's not like, awesome. How about going down on a girl? Is it gross?"
"No," I said. "I tastes kind of... I don't know. Is 'sexy' a taste? Can something taste sexy?"
"I don't know. I bet Elaine's breast milk tastes sexy."
Elaine laughed again. "You pervert!" she said. She'd finished her cinnamon bun and she set the plate down on the coffee table. "You're going to keep bugging me, aren't you?"
"I'm just so curious!" Tara said. "Do you have any milk pumped in the fridge or anything? I just want to try the tiniest taste. Please?"
"No, sorry," she said. "I just have..." She looked down at her boobs again, with her wide open cleavage. She looked back up at Tara, and the two of them burst out laughing.
The laughter was followed by an awkward silence, which Elaine broke by picking up her plate. "I'm going to have another," she said. "Like I said, I can't get enough."
She walked back to the kitchen and Tara nudged me on the leg. "Give us a minute," she whispered.
"What do you mean?"
"Get out of here for a minute. Give us a minute alone."
"Where am I supposed to go?" I said. "I'm not going in there with the sleeping baby."
She looked around and spotted the door in the kitchen area. "Hey, Elaine, you have a balcony, right?" she said to her friend. "Johnny is wondering."
"Yeah, the door is right here," she said. "Do you need to smoke?"
"Um, yeah," I said. "I was just going to have a little hit off a joint."
"Oh, I'm jealous," Elaine said. "Oh well. I can't have any of that until she's done breastfeeding. But go ahead."I got up and headed out onto the balcony. The last thing I heard before I closed the door was Tara telling Elaine to come sit down next to her.
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