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Lactogenesis LXII

LACTOGENESIS LXII:  THE OTHER THINGS CHRIS DID

	*The Fifth Thing Chris Did*:  Realizing that her milk supply would
soon be gone, Chris indulged a certain scientific curiosity she'd had
about her abilities ever since she stopped helping Dr. Ellis with her
research.  One Saturday she retreated into her second bedroom, which was
still set up as her "milking room", made sure the refrigerator was stocked
with provisions, hooked herself up to her pump, and remained hooked up for
the entire day.  The pump threatened to overheat, but kept up a steady
rhythm, stopping only when Chris had to use the john, which wasn't often
considering that her excess fluids were being drawn off in other ways. 
She tried to keep tabs on her orgasms, but lost count after twenty.  She
soon became so disoriented from the constant high level of arousal she was
experiencing that after about six or seven hours she was almost
zombie-like, lying almost motionless, hypnotized by the cadence of the
pump, visibly trembling every so often as another orgasm hit, a steady
dribble of milk being extracted from her besieged nipples.  The pump
finally gave up the ghost and came to a noisy halt after thirteen straight
hours, at which time Chris had shattered her old one-day production record
by almost a liter and had produced God only knew how much ejaculate.  She
also had succeeded in dehydrating herself despite a steady influx of
protein drinks and spent most of the next day in bed trying to get her
electrolytes back in line.  Her peerless bosom also needed to recover; red
rings from the pump cups were visible on her breasts for several days, and
her nipples were so sore that she needed to apply lanolin cream to them
for almost a week afterward.  The experiment put her behind schedule with
her involution; her body, confused by the sudden increase in demand,
stepped up milk production again for a few days, and Chris became
painfully engorged on more than one occasion.  As for the excess milk, she
decided to make a gift of it to Connor, the fellow who had spied on her
and Sherri as they indulged themselves by the swimming pool.  Chris had a
soft spot in her heart for the constantly horny young man -- after all,
who wouldn't enjoy being the center of an adolescent sexual fantasy?  One
morning she substituted a gallon of milk left outside Connor's apartment
by the milkman with a gallon of her own milk, most of which had come from
that single session.  She wondered whether he would be able to tell the
difference.
	*The Sixth Thing Chris Did*:  Elliott was the second of Sherri's
referrals.  He preferred having sex at his own place, for one obvious
reason:  His bedroom was set up in an unusual manner.  Instead of a bed,
two loosely woven mesh hammocks, one above the other in bunk-bed fashion,
hung from heavy hooks set into the walls.  The hammocks were adjustable
such that, when both were occupied, the top person would lay suspended
only millimeters above the lower one.  Elliott enjoyed lying face down in
the top hammock, his penis protruding through the mesh.  When all rope
tensions were just right, he could penetrate his partner without having to
touch her with any other part of his body.  Chris turned the tables on
Elliott, requesting that she be allowed to be in the top hammock.  He had
to adjust the ropes so that the hammock was strung on a slight angle so
that Chris's cunt could envelop his cock properly, but the new arrangement
worked very well.  Chris's breasts were too large to poke through the
mesh.  The pressure of the web of rope that encircled her areolae when she
put her weight on it worked just like her own fingers with respect to the
manual expression of breast milk.  As she fucked Elliott from above, her
nipples, protruding down through the mesh, jetted milk at their maximum
flow rate, quite effectively drenching the hapless young man's top half
within seconds.  His bottom half became sodden mere moments later when
Chris's orgasm deluged him with hot pussy juice.  Chris enjoyed that
particular orgasm in that it was the first time in two years she had been
able to lie on her stomach while making love.  In a normal bed the
pressure on her milk-filled boobs from the weight of herself and her
partner was usually uncomfortable enough to be distracting.
	*The Seventh Thing Chris Did*:  Figuring that her figure would
return to its pre-Accident proportions once she stopped lactating, Chris
decided she would show it off more during her Last Fling (she was taking
to thinking of those words as being capitalized).  The weather cooperated
beautifully, growing steadily warmer as the weeks passed into summer. 
Chris stopped wearing her nursing bra and went back to being sans
underwear.  She began wearing shorter skirts and lower necklines.  Her
perpetually erect nipples turned heads with increasing frequency.  She
still suffered from occasional inappropriate letdowns, but instead of
hiding them or acting embarrassed, she tried to make the most of the
situation.  Once while walking briskly through a park, the jiggling set
off a letdown which drenched the front of her tank top.  As she continued
to walk, the breeze began evaporating the milk, causing her nipples to
harden even more.  Overtaken by the feeling, she simply sat down on a park
bench, closed her eyes, and masturbated by performing Kegel exercises, not
touching herself in any way.  Needless to say, her clothing was saturated
above and below when she finally came.  She camouflaged the huge stains on
her clothes by joining a small group of people who were cavorting in the
park fountain, wetting herself so thoroughly that everyone who saw her
after that simply assumed she had fallen in.  On another occasion she was
sunbathing nude on the balcony of her apartment, uncaring who might see
her.  She felt the sun warm her breasts, stimulating them to release their
bounty.  She allowed it to happen, spraying milk over the railing to the
walkway below.  She heard a surprised yell, and realized that someone down
below was getting sprinkled.  Recognizing the voice, she got up from her
lounger and went to the railing.  Peering up at her was young Connor, who
was still acting as her constant shadow whenever she was in the public
areas of the apartment building.  His face was dotted with white.  Her
physical assets in full view of him, she leaned over the railing and waved
to him, her superlative breasts still dripping with milk.  His eyes
threatening to explode from his skull, Connor raised his arm and weakly
waved back.  He licked off some of the droplets of milk that had landed on
his lips, and instantly recognized the taste.  The realization that he had
recently, and quite unknowingly, consumed a gallon of Chris's own milk was
too much for him.  A dark spot appeared on his khaki shorts over the lump
that marked his straining erection just before he fainted dead away.
	*The Eighth Thing Chris Did*:  Chris knew that Sherri enjoyed
being wetted down with all manner of bodily secretions during sex:  semen,
female ejaculate, mother's milk, and lately, those of the "golden"
variety.  Although Chris could not bring herself to indulge Sherri in the
lattermost fetish, she did suggest that the two of them get messy in a
different way.  One night, instead of bringing honey to drizzle over her
nipples, Chris brought two huge bottles of vegetable oil and a large
plastic dropcloth to their lovemaking session.  The sensation of all that
mammary tissue sliding over and around itself was new to Chris.  The
*lack* of friction was exciting in that it caused her to focus more
strongly on the feelings in order to get the same level of arousal that
she was used to without the oil.  It took her longer to come, but when she
did, the orgasm lasted much longer than usual, rolling up to a high but
rounded peak before dying away over a period of what seemed like minutes. 
At session's end, the two women were coated with an emulsion of mother's
milk and vegetable oil that Sherri jokingly commented could be made into a
servicable salad dressing with the addition of a few spices!

<<to be continued>>




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