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Lactogenesis XXIII: The Halloween Party part 2
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LACTOGENESIS XXIII: THE HALLOWEEN PARTY, PART TWO
Jeremy made no attempt to conceal his erection, which was so engorged
that it was almost purple beneath the brown body paint. Chris was almost
embarrassed for him, but at the same time she could not deny that his
obvious arousal and the Nfact that she had brought it on were combining to
cause some erectile tissue on her body to become active as well. She was
almost alarmed at how horny she suddenly was. She consciously tried to
turn down her inner fire somewhat; after all, she had only just arrived.
There would be plenty of time for sex later. Right now she wanted to take
a look around.
Her first stop was the bar, which was manned by a hired bartender.
The woman's standard-issue uniform made her look completely out of place
in this venue. Chris ordered a raspberry ginger ale; after all, she was
the designated driver -- and she didn't want her senses dulled by alcohol.
Not tonight. She looked around for Sherri and noted wryly that she had
already left the room. Jeremy, however, was hovering nearby, unable to
leave Chris's side. She was amused to think that she had him completely
under her control. After pretending to ignore him for several minutes,
Chris finally took his hand and said, "Come on. Introduce me." They
began to mingle.
When Chris had chosen her costume, she was afraid that the degree of
nakedness it entailed would be too bold for Jeremy's friends. She saw now
that she had been mistaken. Several of the women were in comparable
states of undress. There was the inevitable Lady Godiva, but what made
her different was that her date was dressed as the horse. She rode his
back for a good part of the evening, clad in nothing but a very long blond
wig and high heels, which she repeatedly dug into her mount's sides. The
guy's definitely a masochist, Chris thought.
There was a Cleopatra, complete with a large, live boa constrictor
which served as a drape across a broad, deep chest sporting two
doubly-pierced nipples. When questioned about the snake, "Cleo" frankly
told Chris that she used it to masturbate with. Chris spent a few minutes
trying to figure out how.
She then met "Irina", a woman of at least 50 who was naked except for
black leather gloves, knee-high boots, and fac
e mask. She had a Doberman
pinscher with a studded collar on a short leash. The woman wore three
large dabs of peanut butter on her pancake boobs and very hairy pussy. At
one point during her conversation with Chris she sat on the floor and let
the dog lick her clean. Chris could swear the woman had an orgasm during
this, all the while keeping up her end of the conversation. Chris was
amazed. Where does Jeremy find these people, she thought.
Jeremy then introduced Chris to a fellow who was obviously a
bodybuilder. He had come as the Incredible Hulk. The bulge in his pants
which appeared as he stared at Chris showed that his musculature wasn't
the only thing incredible about him. Unfortunately, about all he could
say was, "So you're a milker, huh?" Not the most brilliant man she had
ever met, but that body...Chris felt her crotch begin to tingle as her
eyes traced his pecs, his lats, his delts, his glutes, his pubes...
As Jeremy introduced her to more and more people, Chris began getting
used to not making eye contact with any of the male guests. To a one,
they could not take their eyes off of Chris's body, resplendent in its
ghost-white makeup; perfectly shaped breasts with their upturned,
stiffened nipples; long, flat tummy; curvy, almost hemispherical ass; and
muscular, toned legs. She had never received so much visual admiration at
one time before, and it excited her. The excitement caused her already
high hormone levels to rise even further. She could feel them working on
both body and mind, stripping away inhibitions more effectively than any
exogenous drug and kicking her milk production into high gear. She felt
her nipples reaching maximum extension and the warmth and pressure in her
breasts that hovered just below discomfort. She knew from experience that
her bustline had temporarily increased in size by more than an inch just
in the last few minutes. It wouldn't be long before she would have to
grab the nearest man, jump his bones, and soak him down.
Her prurient plans were thwarted when Jeremy decided to take Chris on
the "nickel tour" of the lower level. The main rec room, where the bulk
of the partyers was located, was connected by branching corridors to
several smaller rooms, most of which had closed and locked doors. Sounds
of passion emanated from behind each. Chris smiled inwardly when she
recognized Sherri's moans coming from one. Jeremy made a special point of
showing Chris one available bedroom which had obviously been waterproofed;
plastic covered everything. "This one's for later," was all he would say
about it.
A little further on they came upon a room whose sole furnishing was a
large round table with chairs. Several people were seated there, playing
a board game. Jeremy explained that the game was patterned after
Monopoly, except that sexual favors were traded instead of real estate. A
new game was just beginning, and one chair was available. Jeremy seated
Chris in it and left the room, saying something about going to look for
Sherri. His erection was still waving proudly as he walked out.
"Poor dear's going to get blue balls," a woman in a cat costume
immediately to Chris's left said. "When are you going to stop teasing
him?"
"Soon. I'm enjoying the attention," Chris replied.
"I'm jealous. Usually he circulates a lot more than this. He can't
seem to stay away from you."
"It's probably just the costume."
"I seriously doubt it." A beat, then, "Since you're a newcomer, why
don't you go first?"
Chris's token, appropriately shaped like a pair of breasts, landed on
a space which directed her to pick a card from one of the stacks and read
it aloud. Most of the spaces were like that, she noted. "'For the next
sixty seconds, do something sexual that you think no one else in the room
can do'," she read. She glanced at the people around her, noting the look
of anticipation on their faces, and suddenly it dawned on her. This has
to be a set-up, she thought. Jeremy had, after all, announced in a
backhanded fashion upon her and Sherri's arrival that both of them were
lactating. In retrospect, she realized that Jeremy had obviously steered
her to this room. It was suddenly clear that the people in it had been
hand-selected by him, and that they had been awaiting her arrival. It was
also clear that everyone at the table wanted a demonstration of Chris's
special talents. On top of all this, her hormones were practically
screaming that she provide one.
Far be it from me to disappoint my fans, Chris said to herself.
<<to be continued>>
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