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Milking Miranda
by Etaoin Shrdlu (no address provided)

***

Miranda finds lactation a delight. (FF, mast, oral, 
lac)

***

Miranda wanted to nurse her babies. A lot of them. It 
was the controlling passion of her life. Her happiest 
moments as a child were spent snuggling at her 
mother's side while her mother held her baby brother 
to her breast. Her mother seemed so contented. If the 
baby didn't completely drain a breast, Miranda's 
mother would let her have a few sips of delicious milk 
from her nipple. Miranda was in heaven. 

As an adult Miranda envisioned herself as a true Earth 
mother, babies hanging off her tits like grapes on a 
vine. Of course she knew she would have to have male 
cooperation to have her own children. That involved 
sex, an activity which she found enjoyable and 
probably good exercise. The rousing orgasms she 
experienced were merely a side benefit to the process 
of getting pregnant. Miranda applied herself 
diligently to the task of getting fucked. It wasn't 
difficult. She was an attractive girl, a bit too 
voluptuous to be featured on the cover of Vogue 
magazine but just right for a centerfold in Playboy. 

As a rising editorial star at a major New York 
publisher it was easy for Miranda to meet men. 
Authors, would be authors and author's agents visited 
her office every day. Most flirted with her and asked 
her for dates. Miranda sized them up quickly and 
evaluated their genetic potential. She made it easy 
for every suitable man she met to get into her pants. 
Her dates rarely lasted longer than a few sweaty 
climaxes before she went on to the next candidate.

But, despite her promiscuous sex life Miranda never 
got pregnant. Her former college roommate Julie, now a 
resident in gynecology at a local hospital, told her 
the bad news. Miranda had a malformation of her 
ovaries that made her sterile. No eggs, no babies. 

Miranda and Julie had few secrets from each other. 
Their career paths differed but they had been very 
close in college. They discussed Miranda's condition 
over an impromptu dinner at a local restaurant. After 
a couple bottles of wine they were crying on each 
other shoulders sharing the miseries of their 
respective lives and speaking of their dreams for the 
future. Miranda felt her life was in shambles until 
Julie offered her a way out. 

Of course, Julie said, she could adopt a baby. That 
might be difficult because she was single and her life 
style was certainly not above reproach. The adoption 
agencies might look askance at all those cocks that 
had been in her cunt. But, Julie said, the hospital 
was always in need of wet nurses. Well not in the 
usual sense. What they needed was a ready supply of 
human breast milk. It was a precious commodity. The 
hospital charged $75 for a small bottle of breast milk 
and the donating healthy mothers received up to $10 an 
ounce. With the proper treatment Miranda could still 
experience the joy of lactation and get paid well for 
it.

Julie told Miranda that non pregnant women could be 
induced to give milk. She could inject Miranda with 
the proper hormones to fool her body into thinking 
that she had just had a baby. If Miranda used a breast 
pump for an hour a day on each breast she should be 
producing an ample supply of milk within a couple of 
months. Then Miranda could satisfy her dream of 
lactation without the nuisance of changing diapers. 
She might even find a lover willing to suck at her 
breasts to get her milk started. Julie offered to help 
out with that job herself. Miranda agreed that nursing 
was better than crying.

And so they did it. Both knew that it was well outside 
of the typical doctor/patient medical relationship, 
and probably illegal as well, but Julie and Miranda 
were such good friends that they overlooked the 
proprieties. Julie made regular house calls on Miranda 
to check on her progress. After a few drinks Miranda 
would bare her growing breasts while Julie would feel 
and stroke them, paying special attention to the 
nipples. Just to evaluate their readiness for 
lactation, Julie would put her lips on Miranda's 
nipples and suck for a while, one arm around her waist 
to hold her close, the other hand occasionally 
drifting to Miranda's pubic region. 

In her enthusiasm Julie often found that her fingers 
had slipped beneath Miranda's panties, past her 
vaginal lips, and deep into her cunt. Miranda should 
have been outraged but the combined thrill of Julie 
nibbling her nipples and caressing her clitoris 
changed her mind. The first time Julie did it Miranda 
had one of her best climaxes in years. Of course she 
had to reciprocate and do the same for Julie. 
Turnabout is only fair play. It's not that they were 
lesbian lovers, of course. Just friends helping 
friends.

On her last visit, Julie almost screamed. "You've got 
milk. I can taste it." She hugged Miranda and kissed 
her. Miranda could taste her own sweet milk on Julie's 
lips. It was a wonderful evening. The two women 
clutched each other tightly. The hug ended with both 
of them nude, writhing together, bodies intertwined on 
Miranda's king sized bed. Despite having mutual 
orgasms neither one of them would call it sex. It was 
just close friendship. Just before she left Julie 
reminded Miranda to use her breast pump for a couple 
of hours a day. It would assure a voluminous milk 
flow.

So this afternoon, several weeks later, Miranda 
plugged in her electric breast pump and got ready for 
her afternoon ritual. She had done this so many times 
that the routine was almost automatic. The dual cup 
pump tugged at her enlarged nipples while Miranda 
watched the thin stream of milk, her milk, flow into 
the collection bottle. Watching her milk fill the 
breast pump bottle triggered off memories of the time 
when she was a child and spent summer vacations at her 
grandfather's dairy farm. Her breast pump was just a 
tiny version of the milking machines that she had 
helped her grandfather use. She would put a collection 
tube over each cow teat while it stood quietly in the 
stall, mooing contentedly. The cows couldn't wait to 
get milked. They liked it when she rubbed her hand 
over their udders. Now she understood why.

"I'm just a big cow," she thought as she tried to wrap 
her fingers around her own large breasts. "I'll bet 
the farmer's cows get turned on when they get milked 
too. They have twice as many teats as me so they might 
like it even more."

When the flow stopped she placed the bottle into the 
refrigerator to preserve the fluid for her drop off at 
the hospital. Miranda felt her breasts were being 
properly used at last. Even if she couldn't nurse her 
own baby some newborn child would grow from her 
sustenance. And she got paid for the pleasure of 
lactation. 

Miranda enjoyed the breast pump's pulsed milking of 
her tit. This was usually one of the more stimulating 
parts of her day. She used it every morning before 
work and every evening after she returned. The pump's 
tireless sucking excited her. She liked the feel of 
the vacuum pulling the nipples and part of the 
surrounding tissue into the glass cylinder. Feeling 
the little squirts of milk come from her nipples was 
erotic. It was almost as if an invisible lover was 
sucking on her breasts. 

Indeed, using the dual collection cups on the breast 
pump and a buzzing vibrator pressed against her 
clitoris she could lay back, shut her eyes, drift into 
an orgiastic haze as the sucking and vibrating 
technology gave her a series of small climaxes. Julie 
had told her that many nursing mothers experienced a 
sexual thrill while giving milk. Miranda was one of 
the lucky ones. 

On lazy weekends she would just lie in bed, and read 
the Sunday paper while the pump sucked tirelessly at 
her tits. The stimulation made her cum gently every 
once in a while. If she felt extra daring, she would 
put one of the breast pump cups over her clit and let 
the pulsating vacuum suck her to an even quicker 
orgasm, maybe even two orgasms. Miranda didn't feel at 
all guilty about letting a mechanical device give her 
a climax. After all, it wasn't masturbation. It was a 
medical necessity.

Every year Miranda ritually celebrating Thanksgiving 
with her extended family at her grandfather's farm in 
upstate New York. This year while the turkey was 
roasting and the relatives were reminiscing, she 
slipped off to the barn to try the real cow milking 
machine on her tits and clit. Not only was she 
intensely curious to feel what the cows felt but her 
breasts needed to be milked or they would start 
leaking. That would be embarrassing at dinner. 

Breast pads might contain a few drops but by now she 
had such a profuse flow that the milk had to be 
drained several times a day. Her breasts had grown so 
much over the last few months that she could raise her 
nipple to her mouth and could suck the excess milk out 
of her turgid breasts herself. She enjoyed self-
sucking. Miranda no longer thought of those mounds of 
flesh on her chest as breasts. They were tits, real 
milk giving tits. And her nipples were her teats, just 
like those on a cow. 

One of Miranda's secret pleasures was putting her lips 
around one of her stiff nipples and sucking a few 
mouthfuls of her sweet nectar. Not too much. She had 
to keep it for the babies. Still, it brought back 
lovely memories of her childhood. But today nursing 
herself to relieve the pressure in her breasts might 
take too much time. What the hell. She was in the barn 
and there was the milking machine. Why not give it a 
try? On the clit too. In for a penny, in for a pound.

Miranda lifted her sweater and pulled her big breasts 
out of her bra. Then she moved her panties aside. She 
licked the upper rim of one collection cup to make it 
wet enough to provide a good seal, and positioned it 
over her clit. She did the same with two more cups and 
placed them over her now very erect nipples. 

Miranda turned on the milking machine to draw a 
vacuum. It started a gentle pulsating sucking that 
felt wonderful. Her clit seemed to be expanding and 
getting more and more sensitive by the second. The 
milking machine kept pumping and the vacuum got 
stronger. By now it felt that everyone she ever knew 
or dreamed of knowing was sucking on her growing clit 
at once. All those horny men she had fucked and the 
longing lesbians who lusted after her in her office 
seemed to be sucking on her clit. Even Julie sucked on 
it. All at the same time. 

The more the milking machine pumped the stronger the 
sucking feeling became. Her entire clit and most of 
her pussy lips were in the tube. She felt her clit 
swelling and expanding. It had been pulled from its 
protective sheath and was growing like a little cock. 
Miranda felt that her entire body had been vacuumed 
into her clit. She was all clit, a throbbing, pulsing, 
must have an orgasm, clit. She had never had a sexual 
feeling like this. It must be just like a man feels in 
his cock before he cums. More, she wanted more.

The cups over her breasts had drawn in the entire ends 
of her tits. The nipples, the areola, and at least an 
inch of the surrounding flesh had been pulled in and 
her milk was literally gushing into the collection 
line. She loved the feeling of lactation but this was 
incredible. Her boobies had never been drained so fast 
and so hard. Miranda's tits were bigger than average 
but the machine was intended for a full sized cow. 
That day's dairy collection would have a good supply 
of Miranda's breast milk. The suction on her tits and 
her cunt excited her beyond belief. The sexual feeling 
was just short of painful. Her body shook so violently 
that she fell off the milking stool and lay on the 
floor, still connected by long rubber tubes to the 
pulsing machine.

There she was, writhing on the cow barn floor, her 
expanded clit vacuumed into a tube, her tits being 
drained dry by an inhuman force, her body begging for 
a climax. She plunged the fingers of one hand into her 
dripping cunt and worked them back and forth. There 
was enough space alongside the collection tube on her 
clit to get several fingers into her vagina. This was 
no subtle pleasuring. Just plain old finger fucking. 
In and out, in and out. She felt her arousal rising 
with each stroke. Every atom of her body wanted to 
cum, needed to cum. She reached her free hand down and 
grabbed the shaft of the collection tube that had 
swallowed her clit. She worked it back and forth, 
twisted it, pulled it, just like masturbating a prick. 

The sensation was indescribable. More, she needed 
more. It was an itch that no amount of scratching 
could satisfy. She lost control of her lower body. Her 
legs started vibrating, moving to an orgasmic rhythm. 
Her thighs tightened, rigid as slabs of marble. The 
muscles in her shapely calves contracted pointing her 
toes like a ballet dancer. She heard herself whimper 
like a cat. Then her voice cried to no one in 
particular, "I'M CUMMMING! I'M CUMMMING!" 

Miranda's psyche blasted into orbit. She had the 
orgasm of a lifetime. She came and came and came. It 
seemed to last forever. Finally Miranda shut off the 
pump and pulled off the collection cups. She didn't 
want to do herself any real damage. 

She stared at her tits. She had never seen them look 
so swollen. Her nipples bulged obscenely and the end 
of her breasts were bright red. Miranda spread her 
legs and pulled her skirt out of the way so she could 
examine her cunt. Her clitoris and pussy lips had been 
sucked to an almost grotesque size. The clit was 
almost as big as her thumb. It felt exquisitely 
sensitive. She stuffed her overworked tits back into 
her bra and wiped her sopping swollen cunt dry. Her 
clitoris was almost too exquisitely sensitive to 
touch. Fully drained, she returned to the farmhouse.

The rest of the evening she was in misery. She could 
barely sit. Her pussy was sore, her tits sore, her 
still protruding clitoris almost painfully sore. But 
the turkey was so good that no one noticed her 
squirming in her seat. Tomorrow she would have to 
return to her duties as a milk supplier for the 
hospital nursery. The babies depended on her. As she 
undressed for bed she noticed a few drops of milk 
leaking out of her nipples. She scooped up a bit with 
her fingertip and raised it to her lips. It was 
delicious. Pure Grade A. Her tits might hurt a bit but 
they were certainly up to the task. 

Miranda realized that a cattle milking machine was too 
aggressive a lover. Even with her huge breasts, she 
wasn't really a cow. Still the memory of that visit 
turned her on. Perhaps next year.

END

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others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world 
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