Forced to Give Milk

Nancy is hiking with her girlfriend, Chris, when she unexpectedly leads her to a secluded clearing. There, she pulls out two toys: handcuffs, and berries that make her both lactate, and feel pleasure just from squirting milk! Nancy's about to find out just how much fun it can be to let herself go in this 3826 word story with lesbians and erotic lactation! Adults only! All characters over 18.

Excerpt:

"Ahhhhhnnn~!"

I moaned, as she started to suckle milk out of my breasts. It was a little more tolerable than earlier when she had grabbed my breasts, but still very pleasurable. Small waves of bliss ran rhythms through my body as she sucked and sucked. A couple seconds later, she released my tit and brought her face up to mine. Her cheeks were puffed up like a chipmunk's and I couldn't help but giggle at her silly expression.

"Heehee, w-wait, no! Mmmpphh-!"

She grabs my head with her hands so that I couldn't escape. Catching my mouth with hers, she regurgitates my own milk back into me, keeping my mouth clamped so that I had no choice but to swallow. It tastes warm, and pleasantly sweet, but the fact that it came from my own body fills me with a strange, lewd feeling.

Chris released me and backed away, giggling. A thin trickle of milk was dribbling from the corner of her mouth and trailing down her chin.

"Heehee, I just did the female version of snowballing."

"Thanks, glad I can check that one off my list of things to do before I die."

I remarked sarcastically, then started giggling too at how absurd this was.

"What's wrong? Got a case of the giggles?"

"S-Shut up! I can't h-help it, you jerk! This is just s-so silly... ahhhhn~!"

I cried, as she suckled my right tit, again filling me with an intense pleasure as my warm milk squirted out into her mouth. This time, she swallowed her share of my milk, though I couldn't help but chuckle as I remembered what her puffed-up chipmunk face looked like.

Smirking as she pushed my boobs around with her fingers, she rubbed my nose with her own, her breath tickling my face.

"And you said this wasn't funny. Who's laughing now?"

"S-Stop it! Y-You're making me... laugh even more!"

It was ridiculous. I don't know why I thought it was so funny, but I couldn't help but giggle helplessly at her provocations. It was like I was high or drunk. Just what did she do to make me like this? Was this from the blueberries as well?

"Alright, you big giggle-baby. Your turn to make me squirt."

Chris undid her own bikini top, and it was only then that I noticed that it too was wet with milk.
"I only took half the berries you did, so my breasts won't produce as much milk. Got to make sure I can stand it and not keel over like a certain someone earlier, right?"

I didn't have time to respond to her playful jab before she thrust her own perky tit into my mouth. So I nipped down and suckled as hard as I could, watching Chris's expression shift from amusement to one of deep arousal. Subconsciously, I became aware that my tits weren't the only parts of me that were wet. It was definitely moist between my thighs as well, and I'm willing to bet Chris was feeling just as aroused. Maybe even more so.