Sorry im late again, but my father got sick and had to go to the hospital. Anyway here's Capter 1. Enjoy

"It was Saturday, and my husband Percy was off at a convention for the weekend, leaving me home alone. I'd spent the morning gardening, then showered, and now I was at loose ends. I decided it was as good a time as any for a session with my breast pump, so I took off my blouse and bra and had just fetched the pump when the doorbell rang. I dropped the pump onto the living room lounger, grabbed my blouse and shrugged it back on, doing up the buttons as I looked through the front door peephole. It was Piper.

"I froze for a second, my hands falling away from the still-unfastened buttons. "Piper," I said to myself, a bunch of conflicting emotions washing through me. "Piper, Piper, Piper. Well well." Then I took a breath, plastered a big smile on my face, and threw the door open. "Hi Piper!" I chirped as she came in and put her arms around me in a squeezing hug. I felt her breasts - her big breasts - mashing against mine. Ever since we were roommates in college, Piper has been the beautiful one, in contrast to my just-okay-on-my-better-days looks. Her hair is adeep brunette, mine a non-descript blonde. Her legs are long, mine short. Her nose is turned up and cute, mine long and straight and mannish. Her lips are full and pouty... and so on. The only physical thing I've ever had over her was tits. She was pretty lean up there, while my girls have always been a robust double-D, and have kept their shape pretty nicely even now that I'm well into my thirties."

"But when Piper got pregnant, her tits ballooned out like they were connected to a filling-station air hose. Soon they were bigger than mine, and now, four months after the baby was born, they still are. And they're a nicer shape than mine too, judging from the peeks I've had when Piper breastfed her daughter in front of me.

She released me from our hug and looked into my eyes. "I've been out running errands, and I took a chance you'd be home," she said. "We haven't seen much of you and Percy lately, Annabeth." Her face took on an enquiring expression."

"Yeah. We've been busy with work stuff. Both of us," I mumbled.

"Well I'm glad I caught you today," she said. "I know Percy's away, but you and I can have a nice visit, just the two of us, if you aren't doing anything..." Her voice trailed away as her eyes fixed on the front of my blouse, which was still mostly unbuttoned. "Um... are you doing anything, Annabeth?"

I fingered a button, but didn't fasten it. "No, nothing that can't wait. C'mon in; I'll open a bottle of wine." I went into the kitchen to get a Chardonnay Nectar from the 'fridge, and Piper strolled into the living room. "How's little Emily doing?" I called out to her as I opened the wine."

"She's doing great. My otherwise-useless husband is happy to spend the day playing nursemaid, and he's got a good supply of my milk in the 'fridge - so I'm released from the chains of motherhood for the day."

When I joined Piper, open bottle in one hand and two glasses in the other, she was sitting on the sofa, holding my breast pump. "Annabeth?" she said, "Why do you have a breast pump?"

"I blushed in spite of myself. "Well... I'll tell you," I said, and then, taking my time, I poured us each a glass of wine, gave one to Piper, and sat down across from her in the easy chair. "You remember that conversation we had a few weeks ago?" I asked. "You told me all about this fantastic fucking session you had with... someone. A session where the two of you played with your breast milk - he sucked it out of you, you squirted it all over him, and in general you both just went wild with titty-milk. That was the expression you used, I think: 'we went wild with titty-milk.'"

"Yes, I remember," Piper said, and she was about to say something else, but I talked over her."

"Well, I don't know if you could tell, Piper, but that story just blew my mind. The way you described the sex, described the sensation of having a man suck milk out of you at the same time he fucked you with his big cock - you did say it was a big cock, didn't you?" She opened her mouth to answer, but again I just went on. "It blew my mind, Piper. It was the sexiest thing I'd ever heard in my life. It was as if you'd triggered some kind of latent fetish in me - this incredible turn-on that I never knew existed before." I paused, letting that sink in. Piper was looking at me blank-faced, the breast pump forgotten in her hands. "So I thought about that for a while, and I masturbated over it a few times, and then I did some research on the web. I learned that this is something that a lot of women do - using their milk as a part of their sex-play. Even women who haven't had babies do it. They use some methods to induce lactation, just so they'll have milk for their husbands and boyfriends to suck."

"Huh..." Piper said slowly. "So that's what you're doing? You're using this pump to induce lactation? Is that all it takes?"

"Sometimes that's all it takes. Being sucked on a lot, over a few weeks or months. When I'm home I get Percy to latch onto me and give me a suck whenever we happen to think of it, and during the day at work I use the pump in the ladies room. And of course I use it while he's away, like this weekend."

"And is it working?" she asked. "Are you, um, getting milk?" She unconsciously lifted a hand to her own breasts."

"Yup!" I said proudly. "It's only a little so far, but it's a start. And you were right: It is incredibly sexy having Percy suck on me and get a mouthful of milk. It's just fucking amazing." I felt myself blushing, and also getting damp between my legs. Just thinking about some of the sessions Percy and I had had lately was enough to make me meltingly hot.

"And... um... Percy likes it, I take it?" Piper asked, reminding me of something that ended my horny reverie with a thump.

I forced a smile. "He loves it. He's been fucking me cross-eyed the past few weeks. He and I both have a lot to thank you for, Piper. For telling me about this hot little kink, I mean."

"Um... yeah," she said, looking nervous. "It's great that you two are having so much fun." Then she held up the breast pump. "So how do you like this thing? I've got an electric one at home, and it works okay, but it makes so much noise I feel like I'm hooking my boob up to a cement mixer!"

"It works fine," I said. "Go ahead and try it out."

"Oh, really? You wouldn't mind? I'm actually pretty full right now, so it'll be nice to take the pressure off." She unbuttoned and took off her blouse, and then her bra. The bra was a sturdy-looking thing with absorbent pads in the cups - just the sort of thing I was hoping I'd need sometime soon. When she was topless she fumbled with the pump a bit, fitting the funnel-shaped part over her left tit. "So now I just squeeze this handle, right? Ah, I got it... Yeah. This works great!"

It was working on her a lot better than it ever had with me. The milk started gushing out of her after her third or fourth pump of the handle, spraying out into the device with a loud squirting sound and then flowing down into the attached bottle."

"Wow," I said. "The milk just pours out of you, doesn't it?" I stood up and went over to where Piper was sitting, wanting to get a closer look. "Holy Hera, that is so sexy! No wonder-" I broke off."

"Piper looked up at me. "No wonder what?"

Instead of answering, I reached down and gently pushed the pump away from her chest. "You hardly even need this thing, do you? I bet you can get all the milk you want just using your fingers!" I cupped my hand around her left breast and gave it a firm but loving caress. Then I put my thumb and bent forefinger behind her nipple and squeezed. Sure enough, a generous spray of milk came out, needle-fine jets squirting from five or six different parts of her nipple. "Wow, look at that!" I said, opening my hand to give her tit another stroking caress."

"Piper looked up at me with a hazy smile that showed she was starting to feel as horny as I was. "You like that?" she asked. I squeezed behind her nipple again, and this time most of the milk squirted into the palm of my hand, and I brought the hand up to my mouth to lick off the droplets that clung there. Then I once more cupped her tit and moved my thumb and forefinger to her nipple to give her another milking squeeze, and another, and another..."

"Mmm, nice," Piper said, running her hand slowly up my arm. "You remember all the fun times you and I had in college?" She looked up at me hungrily, her beautiful mouth open slightly, her lips trembling. Her hand moved from my arm to my left breast, lightly stroking me "How about we take our clothes off?" she asked. "We could lay that quilt out on the floor and-"

The next sound that came from Piper's mouth was a shriek of pain, because I was clamping my thumb and forefinger down on her nipple with all the strength in my right hand."

"After a second or two she managed to pull her tit out of my grasp, and she scrambled away from me, falling off the sofa and onto the floor. "Ow, ow, ow, ow!" she yelled, holding her left tit with both the Hades, Annabeth! What the hell? Ow, ow, ow, fuck!"

"I stood over her, triumphant. "That's for fucking my husband, Piper." I said this very calmly, and I wasn't faking. I felt calm, and I felt good. All the anger that had been stewing in me for the past few weeks seemed to be gone, drained out of me like dirty water from the kitchen sink."