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.