We whined. We whimpered. We panted. We pulled our pussies wide and we waved our butts in the air. I ground my nipples into the countertop. I was so hot I thought I would die if I didn't cum soon.
When she was satisfied with our display, Bambi stepped up and stroked our open pussies with her hands, playing with them until our whining became truly pitiful. Then she plugged our holes with her thumbs, using her fingers to roll our stiff clits around. The sudden stimulation after all the begging made us both cum right away. We hunched onto her hands and came like there was no tomorrow. It was glorious! I lay limply on the counter with flour coating my face and twitched as she expertly rubbed her fingertips across my clit.
We hadn't begun to recover when Bambi slapped our butts and said, "That's enough play for now. Let's get going on breakfast."
We all washed our hands and then got to work, wobbling on very unsteady legs. I made the pancakes. Neeka scrambled eggs. And Bambi rescued the slightly overdone bacon and started another batch. By the time the rest of the gang came downstairs, we were all ready.
When we served our guests and the rest of the household we got several nice compliments.
"Wow! You really went all out," Janice giggled, looking at the flour that was still smeared on my and Neeka's faces.
"Yeah, and I really like the uniforms the cooks are wearing," Jim said, eyeing Neeka appreciatively.
"Almost wearing," Connie agreed, looking at my breasts, which were no longer even partially hidden by the apron.
I glanced down at my flour-covered nipples as Bud said, "Oh yeah! Please pass the pancakes. I'd ask for the recipe, but I can see I'm not equipped to make them like you did, Sam. Did you use the good milk in these, or just the regular?"
My mouth dropped open at the impertinent question, phrased so that his meaning would go over the head of anyone who didn't know of my ability to lactate on demand, which at the moment only meant Connie, but he didn't know that. I was about to come back with some snappy comment, when the idea hit home.
I had started to be offended at the suggestion that my milk was in the pancakes, but when I thought about it, it seemed a wonderful idea. I probably could have contributed enough to the batter to make a difference in the flavor and the thought of feeding my friends and family the product of my own body gave me a very warm and domestic feeling. It also reminded me of my earlier plan to start harvesting my milk. I had deferred that for reasons that seemed good at the time, but things had changed. My abilities made it possible for me to do things in my own time and my own way.
"Maybe next time," I told Bud. "We'll see."
I noticed that Bambi was studying my expression closely. She raised an eyebrow and smiled. I smiled back and shrugged, "Why not?"
"Would anyone object to having the 'good milk', as Bud so tactfully put it, served with a meal?" I asked.
I got a few blank stares until everyone had a chance to analyze the question. Then it was a mixture of shocked expressions, followed by nervous titters, then by lots of head-shaking denials that anyone objected to the idea.
Connie just looked blank. I walked over beside her and bent over so my breasts were only a few inches from her nose. I wiggled them and said, "mooo". At first she still looked blank. Then her eyebrows shot straight up and her eyes went wide. Her mouth dropped open and she turned to look around the table to see if she was being put-on.
"No, she's not kidding," Jolene said, her accent growing even more deeply Southern than usual as she spoke. "She can, she does, and it's delicious. If you ask nice, I'm sure she will let you have a taste. Why have you been depriving this poor girl, Sam?" The way she drawled out the word 'depriving' as 'deeprhaaahvin' almost gave me the giggles. I have an accent, but hers was positively syrupy.
"I didn't think of it," I said. "It's not something that comes up in conversation — 'Hello dear, how are you? By the way, I give milk? Would you like to try some?'"
"But I thought you had to be..." Connie began.
"A common misconception," Bambi said, the voice of authority on milk production. "You can lactate even if you aren't pregnant or haven't just given birth. And you can do it as long as you want, if you're in good physical shape."
"Yeah, Mom let us breastfeed until we decided to stop on our own." Bud said.
There was a momentary chill that went up my spine, but no one who didn't already know who he was referring to so much as batted an eye. Jolene suddenly developed an interest in Bambi's chest, but managed to tear her gaze away before anyone noticed.
Bud jerked his head up when he realized that he had almost let the cat out of the bag. He tried to make amends by turning it into a compliment.
"I remember those times very clearly and very fondly," he said. "I didn't really want to quit, but Jim already had, and he talked me into it. He said we were big boys and we shouldn't be sucking on breasts. Little did I suspect that several years later breasts would be even more interesting!"
That got a laugh from everyone, which Jim tried to top by saying, "And we're certainly in the right place today!" Jim glanced around the room, checking out the talent while chewing a piece of toast. All the girls suddenly corrected their posture and Jim gave everyone equal time, which I thought was sweet of him.
As the first group finished eating and cleared off to the family room or upstairs to freshen up, we cooks took their places at the table. Connie dawdled over her plate, so she was still there when I sat down to eat. I noticed her looking at me while I was stuffing my face with a piece of toast. She seemed to find my breasts particularly interesting. I knew she wanted to ask me something, but I didn't want to embarrass her by assuming that I knew what it was.
Eventually, she got around to it. She had chased the last bit of egg three laps around her plate before she said, "Am I really the only one here who hasn't... you know?"
"I guess. If I missed anyone it was an oversight, really."
"Oh no! That's not what I meant. I just wondered what, um, I mean, how... oh shit! What I mean is, my mother and my aunt pride themselves on being so modern and everything. No one in my family was breastfed. We were all bottle babies. I just always wondered what it would be like to... to lactate."
"Oh? I thought you were going to ask what it tasted like. I guess I was hoping to add you to my list of customers. Well, your breasts get warm, then they fill up with milk. This can be a pleasant feeling or if you don't get some relief it can hurt. Actually nursing someone is one of the most intense bonding experiences you will ever feel. It just can't be described any better than that."
"I thought you had to do it every few hours or you would dry up."
"Well, that's true, normally. But I'm special."
"That, I had noticed!"
"I can lactate voluntarily. Being suckled also brings it on involuntarily. And I can make quite a lot, once I get going."
"It sounds like you have a potential career as a wet-nurse."
"Maybe I'll do that as a hobby; but I think I have another career ahead of me."
She looked around to see who might overhear. The only people left in the vicinity besides the two of us were Bambi and Neeka. She leaned over to me and whispered, "You mean the undercover work you do for the Sheriff?"
I nodded and held a finger to my lips. Her misunderstanding of the situation was the best I could hope for without outright lying to her. If pressed, I could indeed claim to be an undercover officer. I could even produce the credentials to prove it and the Sheriff's department would confirm it. It was even the truth, as far as it went. I was still uncomfortable with the amount of dissembling I was forced to do. I kept reminding myself that it was for their good as well as my own, but it still left a bad taste in my mouth.
Connie had nothing further to ask; which was a slight disappointment. Thinking about it had got my glands going and I could already feel my breasts getting slightly heavier as the milk accumulated. The sensation of fullness and weight wasn't at all unpleasant, so I let it go on for a while.