Breast milk

“Maisie, your tits will produce milk whenever your nipples are sucked.” Your statement is met with absolute bewilderment from Maisie.

“Dude are you on crack?” She grabs her boobs, holding one up in each hand. “My breasts are bigger but they don’t just make milk magically. I have to actually have the baby before that happens.”

But magic is exactly what’s happening, whether Maisie realizes it or not. “Just let me try,” you say.

Maisie shrugs. “Yeah, I may be a skeptic but I was going to suggest the same thing. Doesn’t hurt to try. Here, tilt your head this way.” She grabs your shoulder and gently pulls you closer to her.

You lean to the side and open your mouth. Maisie holds up her tit and guides it to your lips. You bite down softly, your tongue flicking at her nipple. “Gentle please,” she warns. “It’s very sensitive.”

You bring both hands up to steady her boob in your mouth, relaxing your jaw. You push it further into your mouth and start sucking. Instantly, warm liquid squirts into your waiting maw. “Oh wow!” she exclaims, shocked at the success. “I really didn’t think it would.”

You are met with the taste of slightly sour milk. As hot as the experience is, you can make it better. You pull the tit out of your mouth to utter “Maisie, your breast milk tastes like sweet ice cream,” and then you plunge the nipple back through your lips. The flavor is instantly changed to a delicious treat.

Maisie chuckles. “Is that so?” she asks rhetorically.

You ignore her and continue to suckle, relishing the flavor and its source.

“Ok, ok,” Maisie says. “You’ve tried it. I think we know it works. Now can you please stop nursing on me? It’s a little weird.” She starts to push you off her chest.

Again you let up only for a single sentence. “Maisie, you will let me drink milk from your tits whenever I want.” Her hands stop pushing, allowing you to latch back into place.

“On second thought,” she considers, “I would love for you to drink my milk whenever you want. Yeah it might be weird to some people, but I think it’s a sign of the strength of our friendship.” She strokes your hair gently as you suck. “Plus you’re the one who knocked me up and got me these milkers, so it’s only fair.”

When you’ve finally had your fill of milk, you sit upright, sighing contentedly.

“You done?” she asks.

You nod, savoring the sweet aftertaste in your mouth.

“Ok,” she says. “Just let me know if you ever want more.” She winks at you, her playfulness back in full swing. “Now what’s next?”