The Adventures of Heather, Part 27G [A-H] by Ramapo Hilda led Sherry back to her bedroom. Sherry would have followed her anywhere at this point, knowing she was only seconds away from being able to handle and suck the biggest tits she had ever seen. At the bed, Hilda turned to face her and removed her blouse. Somehow, Sherry had expected an overweight, fleshy figure all over, but other than the two masses of encased flesh cantilevered from the high up on Hilda's ribcage, Hilda had a very nice figure, with a flat stomach and not overly full hips. Nice straight thighs and calves to small feet. "You expected me to be fat, right honey?" "No, I.....well, yes, I guess I did. I'm sorry." "It's OK. Everyone does. God just gave me more hormones than anyone else and didn't turn them off when he should have. Here, help me with the bra." She guided Sherry around to her back. The bra was obviously custom made, with at least a dozen very strong hooks at the middle of her back. It looked like the material was some sort of industrial strength spandex or something. "Start at the bottom." Sherry did as she was instructed, wondering how the woman ever got dressed in the morning. Finally the last of them were undone and Hilda turned around again. "Now, take off the cups for me and let me show you your surprise." Even as hopelessly excited as Sherry was at this point, she was a bit nervous. She ran her hands under the bra straps from the side and eased the enormous cups down and off. The flesh sagged as the support was removed. The areolas were dark brown and were, well, proportionately big. Very big. Bigger than the palm of her hand, anyway. The nipple was a thick brown nodule that stood up more than a little. Slowly, her hands ran over the flesh and she felt a wave of heat between her legs from arousal. She knew her underwear must be soaked and getting wetter by the second. Her fingers reached the areolas and nipples and gently stroked their wrinkled surface. She was surprised when her fingers got wet and the dark skin glistened with wet. She pulled her hands away and looked up at Hilda, who had a big grin and eyes half closed, a purring look of contentment on her face. "Are you surprised dear?" It was a whisper. "What? I don't understand?" Sherry asked. "I'm lactating. Come, have a drink." Sherry felt confused and not a little bit repulsed. Lactating? Milk? The woman was giving milk! But it made no real difference in the end. Sherry's addiction was too strong and Hilda gently guided her head down again to the thick nipple and placed it between her lips. A hot tongue rasped over the nipple and then Hilda gasped and groaned words of encouragement. Sherry started to suck hard, by reflex it seemed. The very thought of drinking the milk of another woman felt wicked and excited her. She sucked again, her cheeks hollowing. Now she knew why the breasts were so turgid, they were plump with milk! Hilda's milk let down in a rush and a steady flow poured from the nipple, with Sherry pulling and gently chewing on the nipple with her lips, now swallowing fast to keep up. Soon, she moved to the other breast and it too filled her mouth with warm nectar. Back and forth until the fluid almost totally ceased. Hilda slid her right hand palm up down Sherry's flat stomach and inside her scant panties. There was no hesitation as the fingers flowed through the neatly cropped hair and then into the now puffy and waiting pussy. Sherry groaned and humped the fingers as two of them disappeared inside, a deep penetration, filling her and pressing down hard on her clit. The fingers thrashed around and pumped in and out and Sherry's body, lost in the lust of breast gratification, rushed toward an orgasm. Sherry crashed over the top into oblivion before she had any sense of the frantic rush and release. It knocked the wind out of her and she gasped and grunted several times, milk spilling from her lips, running down the engorged flesh onto the Hilda's belly. She began to lick to get it all back. The fingers continued to pump and again Sherry lost control as her mind filled with stars and lightning bolts slammed into her belly. One thing Sherry knew how to do was to totally relax and let her body go when an orgasm approached and tonight, she was floating in a mist of lust from the rapid fire releases. It was many minutes before she began to slow down and ease away from the mounds of flesh, now exhausted. Hilda's breasts now spread out over her upper belly, the soft bags no longer so tense and strained. Even so, their enormity made it impossible for Hilda to look down and see Sherry's face as Sherry lay her head on Hilda's stomach to rest. "Did you like that?" Hilda purred. "Oh, yes. It was so wicked. I never expected that. Never. I can't believe we did this." Sherry sighed. "Would you like to do it again before you go?" "So soon, I thought...." Sherry lifted her head to look over the mounds. "Well, we have to give them a bit of a chance to recover, deary, but in an hour or so, I think I can accommodate you." Sherry sat up. Hilda knew all the questions that were in Sherry's mind, and as they passed the time, Hilda filled Sherry in on how her breasts had begun to develop early and just never stopped until recently. And how she had become a wet nurse for a sick child at the nearby hospital and discovered the erotic sensation of giving milk. And finding out that several of her girlfriends were excited about it as well. Getting the Dr. to give her some hormone shots to keep the milk coming over the months since the child got well was easy. "Hilda, what's it like to be so, well, huge?" "Well, aside from an occasional chance to meet someone like you, it's not much fun. I'd get them reduced, but just don't have the money." For the first time, Hilda sounded depressed or down. Sherry sat in silence, then looked down on her own perfectly formed B cup breasts, that never needed a bra except to cover up her small very sensitive pebble sized nipples. Clothes fit her right off the rack and she knew she looked good in them. No, she looked great in them. She looked back over at Hilda as she moved around the room, back from getting a big drink of water. The enormous, industrial strength bra hung over a chair back. The cups were vast. Hilda came back, rubbing her breasts on the side, lifting they up a bit. "I'm getting hard again dear. Like a bit more before we head for the party?" In spite of her slowly clearing head, she leaned forward and began again to lick slowly, finally drawing a nipple inside her hot mouth and the flood began again. Smaller this time, to be sure, but a flood none the less. She was still surprised that she liked the way it tasted and emptied both breasts rather quickly. Then, she pushed Hilda onto her back and began to eat her. Hilda groaned and thrashed, linking one leg over Sherry's shoulders, pulling her in even tighter. Sherry didn't disappoint her. The hours passed. Hilda gave a yelp. "The time! The party! We've got to get a move on!" They rushed to get dressed and were out in the street in minutes. Sherry had made up her mind.