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Lactogenesis XXV: The Sharing (mmff)
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LACTOGENESIS XXV: THE SHARING
Jeremy led Chris and Sherri back down the long hallway to the
"waterproof" room. Sherri left Jeremy's side to turn on lights, turn down
the bed, and close the door. Chris did not want to break contact with
Jeremy and hung on him even as they squeezed through the doorway. She was
still riding the wave of primal sensations that had resulted from her
having taken on, and satisfied, seven of Jeremy's party guests at once,
mere minutes before. Her skin, showing through now in places where the
white makeup had been rubbed off, still ran with a mixture of bodily
fluids that included saliva, semen, sweat, breast milk, and perhaps even
tears. Her white bikini bottom had disappeared, leaving an outline where
no makeup had been applied. Her whole body felt accelerated into a new
level of activity; it was one all-encompassing erogenous zone, with every
nerve ending tuned for sensuality. She wondered if this is what those lab
rats with electrodes implanted in their pleasure centers must feel like as
they stimulate themselves continuously by pressing a switch over and over,
forsaking even food for non-stop sexual gratification, eventually dying of
hunger and thirst without even knowing they were starving. Jeremy's body
was her sole source of fulfillment now, and she wasn't going to let go of
it even to climb onto the bed.
Sherri was sitting Indian-style on the bed. Jeremy, with one smooth
motion, swept Chris off her feet and placed her gently on the bed, placing
her head in the cradle formed by Sherri's crossed legs. He followed her
down, suspending himself a fraction of an inch above Chris's body,
deliberately not touching her but close enough so they could feel each
other's heat. He used his lips and tongue to tease an earlobe, working
slowly downward and over to Chris's panting mouth, which he covered with
his own. She sucked his tongue hungrily into her mouth, entwining it with
her own, mashing her lips hard against his. Her breath sounded loudly
from her nostrils as Sherri caressed their heads and necks, cooing softly.
Jeremy broke off continued down Chris's neck and collarbone,
planting kisses as he went. He then pursed his lips and touched one
nipple oh so lightly, barely enough to register in Chris's brain. The
next touch, coming only milliseconds later, was incrementally harder, as
was the next, until Jeremy had an entire mouthful of Chris's tit and was
sucking as if he would pull it right off her ribcage. Chris started
making a keening noise as the pleasure and pain of this contact combined
in a new sensation. Jeremy suddenly released the breast, which bounced
back to its normal position and immediately unleashed a fountain of milk
skyward, catching Jeremy in the chest. Sherri oohed and aahed at the
spectacle, and immediately grabbed Chris's breasts, milking them expertly,
rolling the nipples between her fingers and leaning forward to catch the
multiple streams in her wide-open mouth. Her pendulous breasts brushed
Chris's lips as she did so, and Chris latched on to the distended nipple
blindly, like a newborn puppy. She felt Sherri's hot, sweet milk cascade
into her mouth and down her throat, filling her with new energy.
Jeremy had now positioned himself between Chris's legs, propped up on
his muscular arms. The coarse "fur" of his satyr costume provided a sharp
contrast to the smooth nakedness of Chris's mound. She hissed through
clenched teeth, Sherri's pulsing, shooting nipple between them, as he
rubbed his aching cock, back to full erection, against the inside of her
thighs, stopping its upward motion just short of dividing her labia. He
hovered briefly at the gates of heaven, then plunged forward, entering her
effortlessly. She immediately contracted on him, almost stopping him in
mid-stroke with the intensity of the pressure she applied. He groaned
loudly in response. His cock felt as if in the grip of an iron fist
coated with hot honey. He pumped slowly, almost afraid that she would
push him out of her on the out-stroke -- she was that tight. He reached
behind him and grabbed Chris's legs, placing one on each shoulder. She
responded by lifting her ass off the bed and pulling him even farther into
her. He felt his balls slapping against the crack of her ass as he moved.
Sherri leaned further forward, abandoning Chris's breasts for her cunt.
She massaged Chris's clit and touched Jeremy's cock when it appeared from
the recesses of Chris's womb on each stroke. Chris's pussy lips enfolded
Sherri's finger just as her other lips encircled Sherri's nipple. Sherri
bent her finger slightly so that her fingernail just barely ran across
Chris's clit. At that, Chris let go of Sherri's nipple, screamed out her
pleasure, and came in a gush that sprayed out around the entire
circumference of Jeremy's cock. Chris's back arched as her orgasm
continued, her pussy sucking wetly at Jeremy's pounding prick, liquid
pulsing out around him at each contraction. One orgasm flowed seamlessly
into the next as Jeremy's hips accelerated, their motion sending pussy
juice flying in all directions. He felt his own cum rising, so he pulled
out of Chris and fell backwards at the foot of the bed, his pulsating
erection pointed skyward. Chris and Sherri fell upon it together, licking
and sucking as if on a shared candy cane. Their tongues met and swirled
together as they ran up and down the length of Jeremy's rod. Periodically
one or the other of them would raise up just enough to spray down their
prize with milk, like topping on a sundae. They finished Jeremy off by
alternating deep throat sucks, coordinating their plunges onto him like
railroad workers driving a spike. He exploded with a cry like that of a
wild animal, sending a geyser of spunk upward to coat the lips of both
women.
Sherri snarled something about not letting him get away so soon. She
grabbed Jeremy's penis at the base and squeezed, trapping the blood and
not letting his erection deflate. She mounted him deftly, heedless of his
cries to take it easy, and began grinding her hips back and forth. Chris
moved up on her knees and straddled Jeremy's head, lowering her
still-dripping pussy onto his face. She and Sherri reached for their
breasts simultaneously and began spraying each other with milk. Seeming
gallons of white nectar sailed through the air in well-timed bursts, to
end as a myriad of pearly droplets along the faces, necks, and bodies of
the two women. Chris could feel Jeremy's tongue working wonders on her
clit, and knew she was close to coming again. She studied Sherri's face,
knowing from their times together when she was also close. Seeing Sherri
heading inexorably toward orgasm was enough to trigger her own, and they
came together, their cries merging into a sound the likes of which the
planet had never experienced.
Poor Jeremy chose that moment to try to inhale, only to be inundated
by another tidal wave from Chris's cunt. He began coughing
uncontrollably. Chris and Sherri immediately jumped off of him and rolled
him on his side so that he could more easily clear his throat. His ragged
coughs soon turned into spasms of laughter as he choked out, "What a way
to die!" The two women joined him, and soon all three were giggling
helplessly.
"You want to drown? There's more than one way, you know," Sherri
said. She rolled Jeremy back over on his back and began milking herself
into his mouth. Chris joined her, and soon it was all Jeremy could do to
keep swallowing fast enough to keep up with the downpour of milk. He
began making unintelligible sounds as he drank, and his penis rose to full
staff once again. Clearly he was finally living a lifelong fantasy.
Suddenly he reached out, took one breast of each woman, and shoved both
nipples into his mouth, sucking on both Chris and Sherri simultaneously.
They felt their nipples rub together in Jeremy's mouth, and felt the jets
of their milk intermingle. The feeling was indescribable, and so erotic
that both women's hands went to their pussies. They masturbated urgently,
coming again within moments. Jeremy erupted once more as well, without
any manual manipulation whatsoever. Even with their sexual fires finally
extinguished by all the liquids they'd secreted, Jeremy continued to
suckle, first on Sherri and then on Chris, for several minutes, until they
were finally emptied.
For a short while it looked as if Jeremy had gone to sleep. Finally
he sat up slowly, groaned slightly, wiped his mouth, and belched loudly.
Chris giggled; Sherri shook her finger at him in mock admonition. Jeremy
merely patted his slightly distended stomach and grinned like a Cheshire
cat.
Chris happened to glance at an ornate clock on one wall; it read
3:30. Had she really been at this party for almost seven hours? She had
never undertaken such sustained sexual activity before, and it was finally
beginning to take its toll. She suddenly realized how sore her asshole
was, how thirsty and drained she felt. She looked at her companions and
suddenly realized how comical they all looked in the remnants of their
Halloween costumes. They laughed all through the shower they took
together and fell asleep in a heap on the huge circular bed in the master
bedroom, oblivious to the party which continued on around them until well
past dawn.
<<to be continued>>
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