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Lactogenesis XXVI: The Pillow Talk (mf)
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LACTOGENESIS XXVI: THE PILLOW TALK
"Could you move a little, honey? My arm's falling asleep."
"Sorry, babe. That better?"
"Much. Thanks. Mmmm, I'd forgotten how nice snuggling can be
after a no-holds-barred session of lovemaking."
"The post-coital conversation. Definitely a must. Sure beats
just rolling over and going to sleep."
"You don't do that, do you?"
"How could I with somebody like you next to me?"
"I bet you say that to all the girls."
"You probably won't believe this, but there haven't been all that
many. Certainly none as unique as you."
"Jeremy, I want you to be honest with me."
"Uh oh, I don't like the sound of that."
"Don't worry. I promise I won't kick you out of bed, regardless
of what your answer might be."
"Fair enough. Ask away."
"Would we be doing this if I weren't lactating?"
"To be honest, probably not. Sherri would probably never have
mentioned you to me if you weren't, and I therefore never would have met
you. Even if she had mentioned you, I probably wouldn't have been
intrigued enough to have invited you to the party."
"I wanted you to be honest, but not brutally so."
"Sorry."
"'S okay. I shouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth. Or should
I say, gift tits? You're right, I would never have met you if it weren't
for these 'talents' of mine. I should try to find the driver of the car
that hit me so I can thank him."
"Come on, Chris, you could have any man in the world, the way you
look, the things you can do, how sweet a person you are. There's nothing
special about me."
"Oh, yes, there is. After The Accident, after I came to accept my
new body and new sexuality, I vainly assumed the male world would beat a
path to my door. Truth was, the men I met were turned off by the fact
that I had milk. Made me seem too matronly, I guess. Hey, don't laugh!
Anyhow, you're different. I can't get over how much you get into it.
You're a breath of fresh air, you are. And not only are you the best lay
I've had in recent memory, you're actually a lot of fun out of bed, too.
I've missed that. A lot."
"Stop! You're going to give me a swelled head."
"I'd rather something else be swollen at the moment."
"You'll get your chance. You know I can't get enough of you."
"I'm surprised the milk bank hasn't called, wondering why my
donations have dropped off so drastically."
"I can't help it. Nectar of the gods, and all that. It's like a
drug to me. I never feel so good, so relaxed, as when I'm drinking from
you. Say, all this talk is making me thirsty again..."
"Mmmm. Ohhhh, your mouth feels so good on me. I just want to
squirt forever when you do that."
"I haven't drained you dry, have I?"
"Oh, no. There's plenty more in there. Just keep that up. Ooh,
yeah, just like that. I can feel the letdown starting."
"What's that like?"
"It's about the most wonderful feeling in the world, next to
coming. I get all tingly inside, like tiny pins and needles, and the
warmth...but there's more, too. It feels so peaceful, so relaxing,
so...what's the word I'm looking for? Nurturing? I don't know. I never
feel such tenderness toward you as when you're nursing from me. I can't
quite explain it -- maybe it's my maternal instincts kicking in."
"Just as long as you don't make me wear a diaper and talk baby
talk."
"Don't get kinky."
"You don't think wet-nursing a grown man is kinky?"
"No, somehow I really don't. This feels infinitely right to me."
"Me, too. God, you're so beautiful. I'm so lucky to be able to
experience you on so many sensual levels. Not only do I enjoy you with
sight, sound, touch, and smell, but with taste, too. Your milk is so
sweet and warm..."
"And here it comes."
"Mmmmm, God, so good..."
"Drink of me, Jeremy. Drink deep. It's all for you. I'm your
milkmaid. As much as you want. There'll always be more."
"Mmmm. Ohh. I could die right now."
"Shhh, sweetheart, just drink. That's it. Nobody does that like
you. It feels so good..."
<<Jeremy suckles for several minutes, Chris quietly stroking his
hair>>
"Tell me, Jeremy. If a lactating lady is all you crave, why
didn't you stay with Sherri?"
"Your milk tastes better."
"I'm serious."
"You must be -- you just dried up on me."
"Am I just a dairy cow to you?"
"That's a hell of a question, and one I hope I'll never be asked
again as long as I live."
"Are you going to answer it?"
"Chris, honey, what do I have to do to convince you that you are a
waking dream to me? I can't get over how lucky I am to be here with you.
Believe me, I don't take our time together lightly, and I will do my
damndest to keep you with me. You are so special, so unique, not only
physically but in every other way as well. I'm not just saying this in
the heat of passion, although the way you look right now, with your
perfect body glistening like...whew! But believe me, Christine, at this
point in my life, you are everything I could ever want. What else do I
have to say?"
"I'm sorry. 'Once bitten, twice shy', you know."
"So you've told me. I hope I never meet this Carl guy. I'll only
end up cutting my knuckles on his teeth."
"You haven't answered my original question. Why didn't you stay
with Sherri?"
"I'll admit that I originally went after her because of her body
and because she was pretty blatant about the fact that she was lactating.
And she was great, a lot of fun. She's just so...brash. And loud. I
could tell early on that she only liked me because she'd never had anybody
with as much body hair as me. I was a new toy. We were good in bed
together, but that was all. That's not all I want from a relationship, or
haven't you guessed by now?"
"Okay, okay. I'm sorry if I've turned this into 'True
Confessions'. Why don't you just kiss me."
"Where?"
"Everywhere."
"Okay, why don't I start...here?"
"You know, I don't believe anyone has ever kissed my big toe
before. I like that."
"How about...here?"
"The inside of my knee? Yes, but not quite like that. It
tickles."
"Does this tickle?"
"Now that you mention it, you could use a shave, oh hirsute one."
"Speaking of which, have I ever told you how much I love the fact
that you shave down there?"
"Don't tell me. Show me."
"You're so smooth. I can feel everything. I can taste..."
"Ssssss! Easy, darling. I feel especially sensitive tonight."
"You taste especially wonderful."
"Oh, God, is that your tongue? How do you *do* that? Ohhhhh,
oooh, you're making me so wet! Ah, ah, ah, yes, yes, ohhhhh yeahhh. Oh,
my God...how many fingers do you have in there? Feels like your whole
hand...no, don't stop, it feels fantastic...like you have two
tongues...oh, oh, ohhhh, mmmmm, God, I feel like I'm going to come
already...lick harder...harder...yes, yes, like that! Ohh! Ohhh!
OhhhhhaaaaaaAAAAAAHHHHH! AAAAAAIIIIEEEEEAAAHHHH! Oh, OH, OH! God, stop,
stop! I can't take it, it's too much, ooh, mmmm, mmmmmm, oooohh. Oh,
man. Where did you learn to eat pussy like that?"
"I took a course in college. Where did you learn to come like
that? I feel like I should wear scuba gear when I go down on you."
"Does it bother you?"
"Are you kidding? Next to your milk, this is like taking a bath
in the finest ambrosia."
"You've only primed the pump. Get on up here, you. I want you
inside of me."
"You have only but to wiggle that adorable butt of yours. Oh. My.
God. You feel like paradise itself."
"Oh, lord, you feel absolutely huge! I *love* it!"
"Move your ass. I love it when you move your ass around."
"I want to take all of you. Go deep. Like that. Ohh, yes."
"You are so hot. And tight."
"Suck my tits, Jeremy. Suck them!"
"You're like a human flood, gushing, squirting...God, it's so
unreal. So *primal*!"
"Our juices, our life's blood, mixing, mingling..."
"Covering me with your essence, giving yourself over..."
"Yes. Split me in half. Bury yourself in me. Become me..."
"Your milk. The water of life itself..."
"Your cum. The stuff of life as well...give it to me..."
"We exchange life when we fuck..."
"Fuck. Oh, yes, fuck. Fuck me!"
"Oh, Chris...oh, baby..."
"I want to melt into you. My milk, my cum, I'm becoming liquid,
melting into you...oh, faster, baby, make me melt..."
"Uunnh...unnhhhh..."
"Don't hold back. I want it! Oh, God, I'm coming...!"
"Aaah! Aaah! Ohh! Ohhohoho, yessss!!"
"Now! Now! Yes! Oh my gooooohhhhhAAAAHHHHHH!"
<<<They collapse together in a lake of milk, pussy juice, and cum
-- a long period while they catch their breath>>>
"Oh, boy, I am soaked!"
"MMMmmm, Jeremy, that was faaan-tastic."
"You really bring out the best in me. You are beyond belief."
"Care to go for three?"
"By all means. Just give me a couple of minutes. You know, I
could never do that before. That should tell you something about how
special you are."
"Why don't we try the shower this time?"
"Capital suggestion. Then let's change these sheets. You really
should consider Scotchgarding them. These dropcloths can get slippery."
"Jeremy?"
"Yes, hon?"
"I don't want this to end."
"I don't see any reason why it should."
"You mean that?"
"With all my heart. I know it's only been a couple of weeks,
but...I think there's a real chance that we could become soulmates as well
as bedmates."
"I'd like to think so, too, but...let's not rush anything, okay?"
"Okay. Sorry, I'm still caught up in the afterglow."
"It just might take me a little while, that's all."
"I understand. I think I'm going to enjoy wooing you."
"Wooing. That's a word I haven't heard in a long time. Sounds
nice."
"Come on, kiddo. I'll scrub your back. By the way, how big is
your water heater?"
<<to be continued>>
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