lactation/masturbation

I've read that although many women enjoy breast and nipple stimulation as part of sex play, and some get close to orgasm from it, only about 2% of women can actually come from breast/nipple stimulation alone. I like to think that means that in any crowd of 50 women, there's one who knows she can cum from simple nipple stimulation. I'd like to hear from anyone who has had experience along those line.

Someone recently wrote to the group about nipple stimulation during sex, reminding me of a story I heard from a friend (I'll call him Mark) several years ago. He's a physician, and at the time he was rather young, having only joined his family-physician group a few years previously.

These days, no sensible physician will examine a female without another female present. One of the female nurses in his group, a younger married woman, had a one year old child who was still nursing. He noticed that quite often after he examined a female patient, Terri would take a short break. This seemed to be turning into a routine, so he worked up the courage to ask her why she needed such frequent breaks.

She seemed a little embarrassed, and said only that she had to "adjust some things" after some of the exams. He decided to let it go at that. But a couple of weeks later Terri volunteered more information.

"I really like to see you examine women's breasts." she said. "You know, I can almost feel like your hands are on me. When you touch a woman's breasts, I feel like you're touching mine. You're so gentle but so thorough. I really like to see you palpate and squeeze, and when you get to the nipple part, gently squeezing the nipple, I can feel it in my own nipples. It starts the old letdown reflex, makes me leak. That's why I need those little breaks after you examine some of the women. I've soaked my nipple shields, and I have to change them or I'll leak through my clothes."

Mark told me he immediately got an image of Terri with her breast milk soaking though her uniform, but of course it would have been a very bad idea to say anything about that. He just mumbled something like "oh, I see...." and let the matter drop.

A few days later, after a young female patient left the exam room, Terri said "well, you've done it again. I'm soaked through with my own milk. Now I'll have to go change my nipple shields." Mark thinks he didn't reply at all to that.

Just before the clinic closed for the noon break, Terri stopped by Mark's office door and smiled "doctor, if you look in the lower right hand drawer of your desk, I've left something there for you." And she left.

Opening the drawer, Mark saw, neatly placed on top of his copy of the "PDR" medication manual, a medium-sized plastic bag containing two nipple shields. He lifted the bag out of the drawer. The shields were sopping wet, soaked. Terri must have leaked through at least her bra, he thought. The thought of Terri getting sexually excited, the thought that it caused her to leak milk, was surprisingly exciting to Mark. He found himself getting a little hard, a little sensitive, as he looked at the package. He took out one of the shields, squeezed it, sniffed it, returned it to the bag and disposed of the bag deep in one of the office's central trash cans.

That afternoon, during a break between patients, Terri asked him if he'd found "the package". He admitted that he had found it. "Did you like it?" she smiled. Mark admitted grudgingly that he did like it. "Well, I'll leave others then." she said. "But you can see that I may have to go to double nipple shields soon. And I may have to take some longer breaks so I can do something about all that excitement." Mark thought he knew what she meant, but he didn't think it would be a good idea to ask.

Several days later Terri volunteered that she had again soaked through, this time through double shields. "I'm sorry to do this - well, really I'm not sorry - but I'm too excited to work right now. I'm all tensed up. You'll have to excuse me for a few minutes while I take care of myself. I'm going to have to - well, you know - I can get it done in about five minutes I think. I just need to give myself some relief right now."

It was actually a little more than five minutes when Terri appeared at Mark's office door, a little bit flushed, holding a small white paper bag. "Here you are," she said. "You soaked me again, doubles this time. I also had to take care of myself, you know, to take the edge off. And I did get off - I mean I did get the edge off." she giggled. "I enjoyed that. Look inside the bag." she said. And inside the bag were four soaked nipple shields, the "doubles" she'd spoken of. "See- that's what you've done to me. Tha's what ou've made me do."

This sort of thing went on for about a month more. One day Terri tentatively asked Mark, "You know my nipple shields? You never say anything about them. I don't want to - well, do you like them?" Mark admitted that he did.

"Well, are they - are they - um - exciting to you at all?" she asked. And he had to admit that they were, of course.

"Oh that's good. I was getting a little worried. What do you do with them? Do you - uh - do you maybe take them home sometimes? I would like that. Do they help you - I don't know how to say this - do you sometimes - do they sometimes give you some relief - you know?? Does the idea of me needing to get relief - er - "

Mark smiled and said that he enjoyed the knowledge that his exams of female breasts were exciting to Terri and that the nipple shields excited him, but that he had not yet used them "for relief".

"Oh, that's okay. It's just good to know that you enjoy the idea of it." she said. "What I'd really like some time is if I could have sort of a private appointment with you. I think maybe I have a tiny breast lump or something way down deep and it needs a really thorough exam. Would you do that for me?"

That idea was very exciting. Mark knew that it was a little risky and would not be acceptable to others in the office if he and Terri were found out. But the idea of seeing her lactate was appealing enough so he agreed that he would "do an exam" after everyone else had left the office.

"Oh that will be good. But I think I'll ask Brenda to help you with your other exams this afternoon." Terri said.

So it happened that about 30 minutes after the clinic closed and everyone had left, Mark and Terri went to one of the exam rooms. Terri was still fully clothed (except that Mark remembers that she had removed her stockings for some reason), but she slipped out of her uniform easily and stood in only bra and panties.

"Well, here we are." she said brightly. "I know I'm going to leak even before you touch me. "I need to get this bra off now, because I want you to watch me leak, without any touch at all. I want you to see what watching you examine women does to me."

She slipped off the bra and sat on the exam table. "I'm going to tell you about watching you examine a woman." she said. And she began - "I love seeing her breasts waiting for you...... your hands touching the outer edges of her, maybe her left breast first..... slipping around her breast in a gentle circle, working closer to the nipple....gently squeezing here and there, your fingers touching every centimeter of her skin.... and finally the nipple, gently squeezing the nipple..."

Her eyes were fixed directly on Mark's face. As she talked, a drop of thin gray-white fluid formed on the tip of her left nipple, then ran down. A drop formed on her right nipple, then more drops from the left. Soon, both nipples were leaking small amounts of fluid, from the tips of nipples and also from a few ducts near the nipples, the thicker, "creamier" fluid now beginning to flow. It was a very highly erotic sight, something Mark had never seen before. As Terri talked, more fluid flowed. Terri reached up with the fingers of both hands and spread it over the tips of her breasts.

"Doctor, I need that exam now." she said. "I think it will work best if you examine me while I'm sitting. Touch the left breasts lightly at first and move your fingers in a slow circle." Mark did as he was told, noticing that the thicker, whiter milk was flowing more freely.

"Now the right breast." Terri breathed. Mark noticed that her eyes were now fixed on her own breasts, on his fingers and the milk which was flowing.

After a few moments Terri said "I've brought some oil. You'll need to put some oil on me to feel this because it's a very deep-lying lump." she said. Reaching into her handbag she produced a small bottle of what looked like baby oil. "Here - just slowly drip some of this on the top of each breast, and gently rub it in." she said.

"That's right. A few drops on the top, work it around. Now more - drip some on the nipples, make them nice and slippery."

Mark followed instructions. He noticed that she didn't wait for him to spread the second drops of oil, but compulsively reached up and spread it with her own fingers as she watched herself.

"I do this at home, watching myself in the mirror." she breathed. "I give myself really careful breast exams and I know it's important to watch yourself while you do that." She smeared oil over both breasts, mixing it in with the milk which was now flowing.

"See what this does to me?" she said. "I'm leaking milk like crazy. If I had clothes on I would have leaked through them, my blouse would be soaked, and my nipples would be stuck to the cloth. Now you'll have to put more oil on. Work it in carefully. That's it. Gentle pressure, that feels really good."

"Now press a little harder on the right breast. Use both hands. Squeeze it and express more milk. Yes - that's the way. Now you're getting the technique.

"Strip the breast now - strip down toward the nipple. Watch the milk come. Oh yes, that's just the right way. That feels really good."

Mark was fascinated by her nipples. As with most lactating women, Terri's nipples were very large, very long, and dark. "Complex" is what he called them.

"I think it will help if you pull the nipple. It's very sensitive right now. Just use your fingers and pull it. If you could suck it now, I think you'd get a real stream of milk in your mouth. Will you suck it for me? Suck that nipple and draw out all the milk? I'll squeeze my braest too, squirt milk into you while you suck. I want you to suck me really hard, and I'll shoot milk into your mouth. Suck me now, please."

Mark says he really wanted to suck, but he couldn't quite bring himself to suck milk out of his office nurse, even as excited as he was.

"If you won't suck me, work on that nipple with your fingers then. Squeeze the breast and just gently strip down the nipple. That will help a lot." she said.

She had him work on the right breast for a minute or so, then on the left. Again she asked him to suck the nipple as he very gently stripped down her breast. She begged to be sucked. Again, he wanted to but he just couldn't bring himself to actually do it.

After another minute or two of this, Terri said "I really need to get more milk out now. If you won't suck me, let me do it. Watch me." And, sitting in front of him, she put more oil on her breasts and began to aggressively strip both of them, base to nipple, again and again. Milk actually squirted out in several streams from both breasts, landing on Terri's chest, her belly, her thighs, the table. Stream after stream of milky white fluid spurted out. "Good old mother's milk." she grinned at him. "When I do this at home the milk lands on the mirror. I can really coat that mirror after several minutes. I love it. Cleanup is a bear though. Milk is very hard to clean off of a mirror. I get so excited doing this and it's even better with you watching. I usually - uh - relieve myself at about this time when I'm at home. I need more relief now. Would you mind very much if I did that? Relieve myself while you watch? I think I'm going to do it anyway. I'll just hope you don't mind too much."

Mark noticed that Terri's panties were wet and her thighs were widely spread. He wondered if he were imagining the small bulge of an erect clitoris beneath her panties.

Terri lay down on the table, spread her thighs with her feet together in "frog position" and squeezed and stripped her breasts several more times, milk squiritng through the air and landing on her tummy, some on her face. One hand went down between her legs and began a rapid circular motion, first outside her panties and then inside them. Her other hand fondled her right breast, fingers and thumb gently massaging the nipple, tugging and stripping.

"Oh this is good." She said. "This is really, really good."

Terri's head went back, her eyes closed, and she masturbated openly now. She stopped briefly to slip her panties off one leg, changed nipples so she was stimulating her left one, spread some oil over her chest and tummy, down into her pubic hair, over her clitoris.

Now he could see her clit, very prominent. Her labia seemed prominent, widely spread. He wondered if they were as engorged as they seemed. She traced her index finger around the labia, the clit, and repeated the process many times, just barely touching skin, breathing hard.

Then came complete clitoral stimulation. First she slid one finger on each side of the clit, her clit jutting out between them. Her fingers slid up and down rapidly, a dozen times or more, then stopping. Repeating this several times.

The she tried using her thumb on the top of the clitoral hood and two fingers underneath, sliding them back and forth. "This is just the way men do it" she breathed. "Men jerk off this way don't they? I'll bet you jerk yourself off this way then you think of me leaking my milk and then taking a break to masturbate. I can jerk myself off just the way you can."

Alternating the finger-sliding technique and a rapid circular motion of her fingers on the clit, Terri was getting very close to orgasm. Her left hand grasped her right nipple, pulling it forward surprisingly far, tugging the whole right breast rapidly upward again and again as her right hand rapidly worked her clitoris. There must have been some pain, but she obviously enjoyed it.

In just several more minutes, she brought herself to the edge of orgasm. "Okay, gotta come now. Got to get that relief - I really need that tension relief - gotta come down - I'm.....I'm gonna come right now!"

A single hard jerk upward, a loud "Oh!" - bringing her hips well off the table, then several smaller spasms. Her hand slowed and stopped its motion, now just protecting her sex. She lay still for several moments and them smiled at Mark.

"Well, my breasts are sure empty now. I guess I don't have any lump after all. Thanks for the examination though. I do feel much better. Now you know how it is when I have to take those little breaks during office hours.....Think of me tonight when you - you know."

Mark told me that he and Terri did this only a few more times before she moved on to a job in a nearby college. He's never had an experience like that again.

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Is all this true? No, it isn't. But it's *based* on a real interaction my friend had with an office nurse, who really was fascinated by his breast exams of other women, who really did lactate spontaneously when she watched those exams, and who enjoyed telling him about her lactation and how excited she became. The "naked exam" part and the masturbation are my own gross exaggerations of the truth, but I like them. I hope some others do too. Again, I'd be interested to read about any experiences with spontaneous lactation or about sexual breast stimulation - either as part of self-sex or partner sex.

- Moreso