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Lactogenesis XLVI: The Cruise part 4
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LACTOGENESIS XLVI: THE CRUISE, PART FOUR
"My, but you're showing remarkable restraint, both here and on the
observation deck," said Chris as she continued to undulate just below the
surface of the jacuzzi. Occasionally a glimpse of magnificence would
appear for an instant and then vanish back into the bubbles. "What do I
have to do, throw myself at you?"
Jonah smiled and began to pour the asti spumante. "Occupational
habit, I suppose," he said. "Manners and decorum where the guests are
concerned...that's been drilled into me ever since I first signed on to a
cruise ship. I guess I just have to be absolutely sure about a guest's
needs before taking action to avoid making any mistakes."
"My needs should be obvious," Chris returned. She arched her back
so that her breasts broke the surface. The water running off their
exquisite curves was joined by two thin white streams as she allowed her
erect nipples to ooze a bit of milk by way of invitation. Jonah's
training went out the porthole when he saw that. He barely had time to
put down the glasses before jumping fully clothed into the jacuzzi,
scooping Chris up and hungrily fastening his lips around one glistening
nipple as she laughed her delight. Finally! she thought. Nothing like a
dairy treat to bring them running... She rewarded Jonah by sending a gush
of sweet milk into his mouth, which he swallowed with a moan of pleasure.
Jonah awkwardly began removing clothing and flinging it with a splat
against the wall. This was doubly difficult, first because the clothing
was wet and heavy, and second because he was attempting to do it without
removing his mouth from Chris's breast. His entry into her was fast and
totally devoid of manners and decorum. Their frantic fucking soon doubled
the turbulence within the jacuzzi. It was over soon, much too
soon for Chris's taste, but it had been spirited, and that was enough to
create a pleasant afterglow. Chris sipped her spumante, settled back
against Jonah's muscled chest and listened to the panting in her ear
slowly lessen. Strange how it almost matches the rhythm of the engine
noise, she thought. Jonah is really in tune with the workings of this
ship. She realized that she was also breathing hard; she had forgotten
how exhausting making love in a hot jacuzzi could be. The cold liquid
hitting her throat and exploding into fizz served to re-energize her.
Bubbles without, bubbles within, she said to herself. Nice combination.
Speaking of 'within'... She gave Jonah, who was still inside her, a
playful squeeze with her vaginal muscles and felt him re-harden in
response. He reached around the girl in his lap, vainly trying to contain
a breast in each hand (there was far too much there for him to hold), and
returned the squeeze, which this time sent twin jets of milk several feet
over the edge of the jacuzzi.
"Amazing," he said for the third or fourth time. "And you say
you've never had a baby?"
"No," she said. She craned her neck to try to look at him. "Does
it bother you that I'm somewhat of a medical oddity?"
"No! No! I don't consider you an 'oddity' at all. I never
realized how much more -- is 'feminine' still an acceptable word today? --
milky breasts are. They're doing what they were designed to do -- how can
one not find sensuality in that?"
Chris smiled, snuggled deep into his shoulder, and Kegeled him
hard enough to elicit another deep moan. "I'm so glad you said that," she
said. "So many men are -- how shall I put this -- less than enthusiastic
about my having milk. Even after being this way for more than a year, I
myself am still exploring new aspects of lactating." As she said this, a
new one entered her mind. "Say, Jonah, can you turn off the bubbles for a
minute?"
"The switch is right here. I'm sorry, are they getting to you?"
"No, I just want to see something."
The bubbles vanished. The surface of the jacuzzi became calm.
She slid Jonah out of herself, moved around to the opposite side, facing
him, and looked down at her breasts, most of which were below the water
level. They would be bobbing slightly if they weren't so firm. She
allowed herself to feel the hot water surrounding them, making them feel
even heavier and larger. She remembered reading how taking a hot bath was
recommended for women who had trouble with engorgement, as it helps with
letdown. She released her mental control, and sure enough milk began
pouring out of her. She looked down to see what she had wondered might
happen: billowing white clouds of milk forming around her bosom as it
jetted from her nipples and began dispersing in the water. She looked
further down into the water and saw clear tendrils drifting up from her
pussy and realized that her pussy juice was also seeping out and mixing
with the water, forming swirling patterns like those that form when sugar
is allowed to slowly dissolve. The roiling clouds of milk and nectar
spread outward as Chris continued to pour herself forth. This was another
new post-Accident experience...and this one was having the same effect as
all the others, making her horny again. She wanted to add a new
experience, right away...
"Quick, darling, turn the bubbles back on!" she cried as she felt
her level of arousal increase. As soon as the jets sprang back to life,
Chris straddled one, letting the full force of the jacuzzi strike her clit
head on. She thrilled to the feeling of the high pressure blasting across
her clit, between her legs, and up the crack of her ass. She came
instantly, sending more milk and pussy juice into the water with a force
rivaling that of the jets themselves. When she was done, the water was
foaming from all the protein that Chris had injected into it. Jonah could
only sit dumbfounded, realizing only vaguely that some of his semen had
also just joined this unusual mixture. He also felt very lightheaded. As
reason returned he realized that they had been in the jacuzzi for far
longer than the recommended time; both he and Chris were risking
heatstroke if they continued.
They climbed out and began toweling each other off. "Chris, we
dock in Montego Bay tomorrow morning, and we ship out again the next day.
I wonder, if you haven't already made plans for tomorrow night, if you
would like to join me for a very special kind of party."
"A party sounds nice. What makes it 'very special'?"
"Well, it's rather hard to describe what usually goes on, but let
us just say that one, games of chance are involved, and two, a woman of
your particular talents would be a major center of attraction there."
"Now just what kind of woman does that make me?" she said, letting
a note of mock anger creep into her voice. She was intrigued, but wanted
to tease him a little.
"When we're in port, several of us meet up with some interesting
local people for a little gambling and a little entertainment not unlike
what you've just demonstrated."
"Some sort of kinky Caribbean-style orgy-slash-poker party, is
that what you're inviting me to?"
"Not exactly, but that's not outside the realm of possibility.
Interested?"
Maybe it was the residual thrill from the new experiences she'd
just had that was making her crave another, or maybe it was just being in
"vacation mode" that made Chris hesitate only a second or so before
agreeing to meet Jonah at a certain time and place the next night.
Later, in his cabin, as she felt both sleep and Jonah's arms
encircle her, Chris wondered how it was that Jonah knew how agreeable she
would be to a proposition that would put most women off almost
immediately. Are my pheromones that strong? Or is he just that good?
thought Chris just before the lateness of the hour -- God, could it really
be after four? -- finally overtook her.
<<to be continued>>
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