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They’d been working at it for awhile, but nothing was happening. Natasha was taking her Fenugreek and Goats Rue, and nothing. And they stimulated her breasts all the time. All. The. TIME. Every few hours she’d manually stroke and massage her breasts, working on them until the twinges and aches of developing tissue growth began. For awhile they hurt quite bad and Natasha almost called the whole thing off. The problem was that it had been her idea in the first place. Steve had just become entranced with the idea and started to press for it. Plus, Steve enjoyed her breasts quite a bit. Sucking on them for hours a day was no hardship for him. He quite loved it from what he told Natasha. All they were getting drops now, big and juicy at the tips of her nipples. It was a start, though.
Her breasts were incredibly sensitive, and she could already feel the way that they filled her tactical suit a little differently. That day, though, things started to happen. She was sitting in her apartment pumping, trying to relax, when she felt the milk start to let down. Natasha moaned deeply when it started that it brought Steve out from the bathroom where he’d been showering. “Steve….” She nodded at the small amount of white milk at the bottom of the container attached to her right breast.
“Oh my God,” he groaned as he came closer, sitting down on the sofa next to her. “Natasha…” He smiled and reached out to stroke his fingers softly over the top of her breast. She’d wanted to feed another person from her body for as long as she could remember and this was the manifestation. The Red Room had taken so much from her, but this was something she could force from her body, could do in spite of what they’d done to her. They’d both been drunk at the time and she’d admitted it after a long talk about what turned them on. Steve bought her the pump and the herbs the next day. That was how Natasha had known he wasn’t just humoring her. “Can I?”
She slid the left pump off and they both watched in pure arousal as the milk beaded then dripped down. They’d been working on good positions for nursing when he massaged her breasts. They always ended with Natasha cradling Steve close and Steve nursing on her in an attempt to start a good flow. Now, though, it was going and Steve leaned in close, running the tip of his tongue over her nipple and groaning before closing his mouth around it. Natasha moaned and sat back, stroking her fingers through his hair as Steve nursed and massaged her breasts. “Is it still ….” Steve pulled back and showed her that she was still dribbling. “That’s so incredible…” She moaned as he went back to sucking, rubbing her breast firmly down to where his mouth had sucked in her nipple and areola.
He used his teeth a little and she started to shift against the seam of her jeans. She could feel the let down start up high in her chest and work its way to her nipple and to Steve’s mouth. She had a great feeling of accomplishment in her body as the let down moved in a rush toward her nipple. “Steve…” His eyes drifted open and he seemed to read her mind because he shifted to the other breast and they did the same. By the time he’d worked on the other nipple for a few minutes, Natasha was breathless and could feel the slickness between her legs building to the point she couldn’t take it.
She moved him, catching his lips with hers for a hard kiss and tasting her own milk. It gave a delightful shiver through her lower half. Her breasts crushed against his chest left small patches of moisture where her nipples drug across it. They stood and it was a tear of clothes and they knocked over the coffee table, but soon he had her face down over the back of the couch, fucking her from behind while he rubbed her breasts. She came hard when he pushed deep, opening her so wide she could barely catch her breath. They stayed that way for awhile, Steve pinning her in place with his cock while he massaged fat drips of milk out of her breasts. Natasha came like that with Steve pushing her deepest parts open wide. That was Steve, though.
She came for him three more times just like that until Steve finished inside her, making her cry out his name at the extra push he gave close to the end. Her vision went a little fuzzy and the next thing she really registered was the fact that he was picking her up and bringing her to bed. She did what she always did after she had sex with Steve, putting her hips up on a pillow and laying back for a good twenty minutes just to catch her breath. Steve laid next to her, his mouth going back to her breasts, sucking her nipples for a little while longer before he had to get up and start dinner for them.
When he left, her hand went low on her belly and she made the same silent wish she’d made every time she had sex since her graduation ceremony.