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Lactogenesis XLI: The Voyeur part 2
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Subject: REPOST: Lactogenesis XLI
Reply-To: [email protected] (TrekFiend)
Date: Sat Jul 15 01:51:19 1995
LACTOGENESIS XLI: THE VOYEUR, PART TWO
Not more than a minute later the two women entered the pool
enclosure. "Oh, good," Connor heard the one named Sherri say. She hung
the sign on the gate, closed it, took a padlock out of the small bag she
had with her, and used it to lock the gate. They walked over to two
lounge chairs (good, they picked two that were directly in his line of
sight), put down their gear, and doffed their robes. He had to keep from
gasping aloud when they did. Both women were wearing the tiniest bikinis
imaginable. Sherri's covered more on top, but that wasn't saying much;
his dream girl's top was little more than two tiny strips of cloth just
wide enough in front to cover her nipples. Fully eighty percent of her
glorious bosom was exposed. Connor gently, silently shifted position so
that his growing erection wouldn't get caught at an uncomfortable angle.
He watched them stretch out on the chairs, bottles of sunscreen in
their hands. "Mmmm, isn't this sun wonderful? First of the season," said
Sherri.
"Are you sure nobody can get in here?" asked his dream girl.
"Positive. I've done this a lot. I'm kind of surprised that our
neighbors haven't complained more about the pool being down for repairs."
"And nobody can see us, right?"
"Chris, will you relax? I'm an old hand at this."
Chris! Her name is Chris! Somehow just finally knowing her name
made Connor feel that much more excited to be here watching her.
He watched, transfixed, as the two women removed their tops. His
breath caught in his throat as he saw the full landscape of Chris's
splendorous body come into view. Perfect. Absolutely goddamned perfect.
I can die now, he thought. He couldn't stand it any more -- he slowly
unzipped his fly and liberated his hard-on, which he started stroking
absently.
"Well, if you're sure," Chris said, and arching her back, slid off
the almost non-existent bikini bottom as well, revealing a completely
hairless snatch. He stopped stroking for fear of coming right there. He
had never seen a bald beaver before. Chris lay back, slightly spreading
her legs to let the sun in, and giving him a perfect view of her naked
pussy. Her impossibly firm breasts rose upward as she lay back, almost
completely obscuring her head from Connor's viewpoint. The sight was
enough to cause a pleasant ache to begin in his balls.
He watched as the women applied sunscreen to themselves, following
their fingers as they rubbed the lotion into their exposed skin, observing
how the flesh of their breasts responded to their touch. As Chris moved
her hand across a nipple, he watched it bend beneath it and then snap back
upright after it passed. That was too much -- with a barely controlled
jerk he spurted his load into a handkerchief, biting his lip to keep from
making a sound. Once he recovered, he strained to listen to their
conversation, which up to now he had ignored.
Sherri had been talking, and Chris had been laughing. Connor was
soon ready to come again from what the laughing was doing to those
incredible boobs of hers. There was a short silence, then Sherri spoke
again.
"I've been meaning to ask you something."
"Shoot," said Chris.
"Funny you should pick that particular word."
"Why?"
"Well, I'm curious about a particular talent of yours."
"Which one would that be? I've got a million of 'em," said Chris
with a smile.
"I've noticed that you can apparently squirt your milk whenever
you want, not just when you're excited or engorged. True?"
"True. However did you come to know this?" Chris sounded
surprised.
"We used to spend a lot of time together, or have you forgotten?"
Chris blushed. It made her wine-colored nipples an even darker
red. She reached across and stroked the back of Sherri's hand. "Of
course not. How could I?"
Sherri paused, then asked, "Can you teach me how to do that?"
Chris did a double take. "I'm not sure. Why?"
A devilish smile crossed Sherri's lips. "This guy I'm with right
now? He likes me to tickle him while I'm on top. He's got chest hair
like a fucking bearskin rug. I love to run my hands through it while I'm
fucking him. Trouble is, he also likes me to squirt him while I'm riding
him. Can't be squeezing my boobies and doing all that other stuff at the
same time. I need to have my hands free."
Chris laughed again. (Oh God, stop doing that, he said to
himself. You're killing me.) "I see your point."
"How do you do it?"
Chris lay back on the chair. "Well, I don't really think too much
about *how* I do it. It's just part of the way I control my lactation."
Sherri shook her head slowly. "I'd almost give one tit to know
how to do that. Many is the time I've embarrassed myself in a public
place when my milk let down unexpectedly. I have to take a jacket with me
even in hot weather to cover up with!"
Chris smiled sympathetically. "Well, I sort of just concentrate
on relaxing all the muscles in my upper body. You know, like what they
have you do in those stress reduction tapes? I think of running water,
floating in a pool, that kind of thing. Pretty soon I feel the reflex
kick in, and the rest is automatic. To stop, I think of the desert, water
soaking into sand, muscles contracting, flowers closing up at night.
Works every time. Here, watch."
Connor felt his eyes begin to sting, and realized he'd been
staring for some time. He blinked away the tears that started to form so
that they wouldn't blur his view of what was to come.
He saw Chris settle deep into her chair, watched the muscles in
her neck and shoulders relax. He saw her nipples lengthen and thicken and
become moist. He saw a wave ripple across the muscles of her stomach, and
suddenly her breasts erupted in twin geysers of milk, launching branching
streams of white high into the air. The fountain continued for several
seconds before abating to a thin trickle. She hadn't even touched
herself.
With a muffled grunt, his whole body tensed and he ejaculated a
few drops of a second load into his sticky handkerchief. He felt a
charley horse form in his leg and pinched his eyes tightly shut against
the pain.
"Fan-fucking-tastic," he heard Sherri say. Amen, sister. "Let me
try." When he heard that, he forced his eyes open again.
He saw Sherri go through the same relaxation process as Chris.
For a long time nothing happened, then, as he stared, he saw dribbles of
milk emerge from Sherri's fat nipples and run down her pendulous hooters.
Chris sat up and applauded. Amazingly, Connor felt his dick stir once
more. That had never happened before.
"Not bad, not bad," Chris said. "We'll work on your form later."
They both laughed. He watched Chris get up and kneel down next to her
friend's chair. "You know, I haven't tasted you in a long time. I kind
of miss that. Do you mind?"
Sherri raised herself to a sitting position. "Please do," she
said. "Otherwise I'll have to go inside and pump, and I don't want to
waste the rest of this marvelous sun."
Connor couldn't believe what he saw next. He watched Chris lean
across Sherri and fasten her lips onto one of Sherri's swollen nipples.
He could tell she was sucking on her and swallowing as fast as she could.
Sherri started moaning and reached for her other breast, which she started
squeezing. He saw stream after stream of milk shoot out of Sherri's
breast as she milked herself and Chris continued to drink from the other
breast.
He felt a third orgasm building. He couldn't believe he had
anything left. As it continued to build, he felt his head get light, his
vision blurred....
He passed out.
With a crash he fell through the bushes to sprawl out onto the
deck.
The women screamed and leaped to their feet. Hurriedly they threw
on their robes and cautiously approached his supine form.
Sherri bent down and peered at him. "Oh, shit. It's only
Connor."
"You know this kid?" Chris asked.
"Yeah, he lives in the building. I've caught him peeping several
times. I used to think it was cute, but now the little shit's gone too
far. Wake up, dickhead," Sherri said, kicking water from the pool into
his face.
Sputtering, Connor came to and scrambled to his feet. He started
to run for the gate, then stopped, realizing he was locked in.
"All right, you little fuck," Sherri said, advancing on him with
teeth clenched and hands on hips. "This stops now. I ever catch you
slithering around me or my friends again, I'll come into your room while
you're asleep and Bobbitize you. Don't think I won't do it, either. I
ever find out you said anything about what you saw here, and I'll make
sure your parents find out about your sordid little hobbies. *Then* I'll
Bobbitize you. You savvy?"
Embarrassed beyond the ability to speak, Connor only nodded.
Sherri unlocked the gate. "Get the fuck out," she hissed. Connor
scurried out like a dog before a rolled-up newspaper.
As soon as he was out of earshot, Sherri and Chris looked at each
other, then fell laughing into each others' arms. When they finally
recovered, Sherri said, "Well, one thing's for sure -- we'll be in his wet
dreams for a long time to come!"
That night, as Chris sat in her milking chair, hooked up to her
pump, she thought about the young Connor pounding his pud with visions of
her dancing through his puerile little brain. She realized that in some
small dark recess of her mind, she'd always wanted to be the subject of a
young man's masturbatory fantasies. Now she knew that had come to pass.
The realization gave her a very satisfying orgasm and filled the milk
receptacle quickly.
<<to be continued>>
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