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Lactogenesis 20
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
Sheila stood up and looked down at her dripping breasts. "Look, I'm
like you now." She began moving back up toward Chris's heaving chest.
"You should be pretty relaxed now."
Chris felt like the skin covering her bosom would split from the
pressure inside it. "Yes, oh, yes," she intoned. "Drink from me. Taste
me..." At that, thick streams of white liquid began welling up from
Chris's nipples, spilling down over the sides of her monumental mounds to
form growing puddles under each armpit. Sheila fell upon Chris's breasts,
licking and sucking as if it were her last meal. Milk ran freely down
Chris's body, off the edge of the examining table, and began pooling on
the floor. Sheila continued drinking, but there was more than she could
consume. All Chris wanted to do was to keep squirting, keep squirting
until there were no more fluids in her body at all. The fact that she
couldn't use her arms or legs only intensified the feelings in other parts
of her body. She came again solely from Sheila's manipulations of her
breasts, and this time she heard the splashes from her cunt strike the
hard floor. Her entire world was concentrated in her brimming boobs...or
was it? What was that new hardness between her legs? Chris looked down
at Sheila; both her hands were accounted for. She looked further down and
gasped aloud. There, expertly positioned between her splayed gams, with a
firm, healthy erection poised at her gaping hole, was none other than her
trusted physician Dr. Frankenmuth, looking thoroughly unprofessional with
his pants gathered at his ankles and the reservoir tip of a condom
dangling from the tip of his cock.
"My goodness, Christine, how you've filled out since you left us," he
growled lustily, as he slowly began pushing his way inside. "God, Sheila,
I could've sworn those tapes you showed me were doctored, but now I know.
Our little Christine is a true wonder." As he penetrated her fully, his
expression changed to one of pure bliss. "And she's as fantastic inside
as she is out." He began pumping, using long, deliberate strokes.
A crowd of conflicting emotions chased each other through Chris's
head. Surprise at Frankenmuth's sudden appearance. Panic in that now it
was two on one, and she had no chance of escape. Renewed lust in that she
had fantasized about Frankenmuth ever since he and she accidentally
discovered her ejaculatory talents those months ago, and here he was,
inserting his penis into her. Chris knew somewhere in the back of her
mind that this could be thought of as rape, but she was so far gone from
the combination of Sheila's talented fingers and tongue that she actually
found herself welcoming Frankenmuth's hard cock within her. Her vagina
sucked him deeper inside, until his glans was kissing her cervix at the
bottom of each stroke. Frankenmuth's eyes betrayed his amazement. The
struggle to postpone ejaculation was beginning to show on his face. It
was a losing proposition.
"No! Not yet! Not so soon!" he cried, but Chris's cunt would have
none of it. Like a separate living entity, it squeezed and milked and
sucked at this invader, determined to extract its very essence.
Frankenmuth stumbled backward, pulling out at the same moment that the
condom was filling with his spunk. "Damn it! I came too soon!" Indeed,
it couldn't have been two minutes since Frankenmuth, who had been tipped
off to Sheila's plan by Sheila herself earlier that day, made his
surreptitious entrance, surveyed the scene, and decided to join the party.
Sheila giggled at Frankenmuth's frustration. "Aww, poor baby. Here,
let mama kiss it and make it better." She extricated herself from Chris's
bosom and padded over to where Frankenmuth stood, frantically stripping
off the sodden condom and almost taking the skin of his penis off with it.
She immediately dropped to her knees, extended her prehensile tongue, and
began swirling it up, down, and around Frankenmuth's limp, semen-soaked
organ. Under attack from all sides, his dick had no choice but to defend
itself. Slowly it began to rise to meet the challenge. He began humming
a tuneless sound as his growing erection disappeared into Sheila's mouth.
Chris struggled to get herself into a position where she could see
what was going on, but could not. Being so abruptly abandoned was
frustrating for her, as hot as she currently was. Her body was telling
her that there were still more orgasms available, more milk to be loosed.
Again she began straining against her restraints. She heard Sheila's
frantic slurping and Frankenmuth's humming, and was being slowly driven
crazy by it. "Mmm, Sheila, he sounds delicious," she said. "Can I share
him with you?"
"No, you stay put. He's all mine," Sheila said between sucks.
Frankenmuth, however, had other plans. Clearly he wanted a second
shot at Chris. With Sheila still connected to his cock, he leaned over to
the table and released one of Chris's wrist restraints. Chris quickly
used her free hand to unfasten the other three straps. When she swung her
legs around and stood up, several small puddles of milk that had pooled on
her upper body ran down her tummy, pussy, and legs. Frankenmuth shook his
head in disbelief at the sight. Chris walked up behind Sheila's kneeling
form, placed herself so that her knees touched Sheila's shoulder blades,
and looked deeply into Frankenmuth's eyes, saying "Here I am. What's your
pleasure?" without using words. He placed a hand on each of her
shoulders, bent his head, and began to suck on Chris's nipples. He went
from one to the other with amazing speed, so that it felt to Chris like he
was sucking both breasts at once. Her mammaries responded with a renewed
flow of milk. Frankenmuth would suck hard once or twice, prompting a
strong jet from her rock-hard nipple, swallow, switch breasts, and be back
in time to renew the stream just before it slowed to a trickle.
"I don't know what's going on up there," came Sheila's muffled voice
from below, "but you've just doubled in size, darling. Keep it up,
Chris."
Chris began rubbing her cunt with one hand, then used the other to
replace it with one of Frankenmuth's. "Remember that day in the
hospital?" she reminded him. "Do it like you did it then." He took the
hint, turned his hand over, and used his thumb to begin stroking Chris's
clit. The angle wasn't the same as when she'd been sitting on the edge of
the hospital bed, but the effect was. Chris's legs began trembling, and
her knees buckled. The motion forced Sheila's body forward, causing her
to swallow Frankenmuth's cock to the hilt. He and Chris came
simultaneously. Sheila was hit with a double deluge -- one from above, as
Chris's come cascaded down into her hair, and the other from inside, as
Frankenmuth's second load blasted against her uvula. Unlike with Chris,
she was unprepared for this. She began choking as her gag reflex was
tripped.
Frankenmuth brought Sheila to her feet and held her while she
struggled to clear his come from her throat. "You OK, Sheila?" he asked.
He felt her nod against his chest. "Good, 'cause I'm still hard, and
there's one more orifice I wish to explore tonight." He led Sheila over
to the examining table, where he lay her down and immediately mounted her.
She responded immediately, bringing her hips up to meet his strokes. It
wasn't long before they, incredibly, forgot Chris was even in the room.
For a few seconds, Chris considered joining them, but decided against
it, seeing how small the table was. This conscious decision was enough to
disconnect her libido from her thinking brain, and a rational, sexually
satiated Christine emerged. It began to dawn on her that she was standing
in the middle of an MRI laboratory, naked and covered with bodily fluids
of several types, mostly her own, with probably a pint of her milk
scattered around the room, and two people she barely knew locked in a
carnal embrace on an examining table, completely oblivious to her
presence.
It was suddenly too weird for her. In that moment she knew she had
to get out of there, as quickly as possible, and not look back. She spied
a table along one wall containing some basic medical supplies. She
grabbed a handful of wipes and used them to towel herself off. She ran
behind the screen and began dressing as fast as she could. She heard
Sheila and Frankenmuth's moaning becoming more heated. She knew they'd be
done soon, and they'd be looking for her. She made a dash for the door
and was almost there when a flashing light caught her eye. She noticed
that the "start" button on the MRI unit's control panel was illuminated.
The machine was under power! A wicked thought crossed her mind, and she
walked over to the panel. Her hand poised over the button as she looked
through the glass at the two doctors lost in lust.
She began to feel the effects of having been hoodwinked by these two.
As the afterglow (they had been a terrific sexual experience) faded
completely, it began to be replaced by a sting of humiliation. Her trip
down here hadn't been a waste of her time, but she had been brought here
under false pretenses. She had, after all, been used as a tool to ignite
Sheila and Frankenmuth's passion for each other and then discarded while
still taken up in the heat of the moment. These two should pay some small
price for that. She looked down at the flashing button, and up again at
the MRI unit. The opening in that cylinder looked awfully tight...
She slammed her hand down on the "start" button, which illuminated
several others. Chris found the one marked "transport" and punched it.
To her satisfaction, the table began moving toward the cylinder. The two
madly fucking people on it didn't even notice. Frankenmuth and Sheila
were completely intertwined in each other, as close together as they could
get. A very propitious thing, since they just barely cleared the opening
of the cylinder as the table disappeared into it. It was going to be very
difficult for them to get out of there.
Chris clenched a fist in a silent "yes!" gesture and made a beeline
for the door. It was just swinging closed behind her when she started
hearing surprised yells coming from the lab: "Ouch! Hey! What the
hell?! Chris? Where are you? What'd you do? Chris?! This isn't funny,
move the table back out! Chris!!"
She had made it to the main doors to the building when the shouting
started getting frantic. "Help, somebody! Get us out of here!"
She saw a maintenance man running toward her down the corridor.
Working hard to keep a straight face, she hooked a thumb over her shoulder
in the general direction of the lab. The man nodded and kept running.
Chris walked slowly and purposefully out to her car. Once inside its safe
confines, she started laughing, and didn't stop until she got home. I'd
like to be a fly on the wall at the next hospital staff meeting, she
thought.
She never saw Sheila Ellis or Dr. Frankenmuth again.
<<to be continued>>
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