This file brought to you by - http://www.mrdouble.com 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! <> ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Previous article | Next articlePost a response | See list of articles