LACTOGENESIS XV: 

THE OLD FLAME, PART 2 
 
 Carl bent slightly and began unhooking Chris's bra. There were more 
hooks than he remembered. The straps fell away, but her breasts were so 
firm that the cups stayed in place. He began caressing them roughly, 
grabbing and squeezing hard. Chris knew that one of her surprises would 
be prematurely revealed if she allowed that to continue, so she 
disengaged herself and gently removed Carl's hands. She led him over to 
the bed, his spit-wet erection gently bobbing in time to his elevated 
pulse. She lay back on the mattress and arched her back, pressing her 
impressive bosom skyward. Carl was expecting her breasts to disappear 
into her armpits when she lay down and was amazed when they didn't. He 
was looking for surgical scars, unconvinced that these magnificent 
mounds could be real, could actually be Chris. She took his hands and 
placed one on each hip, silently instructing him to remove her panties. 
He did so, and was again mildly shocked at the sight of Chris's naked 
labia. 
 "Woman, I don't know what's brought on all these changes, but I like 
it, I like it." Further talk was impossible as Chris grabbed Carl's head 
and pushed it downward toward her waiting flesh. She was remembering how 
she'd had to practically beg him to go down on her in the past; now he 
couldn't complain about pubic hair in his mouth. Carl licked at her 
tentatively, but when he tasted her musky sweetness, he went to her like 
a starving man. His tongue parted her inner lips and curled about her 
pearl-like clit as he swirled it in ever-faster circles. Chris's juices 
began flowing, coating his chin and starting to run down his neck. Carl 
slid his index finger along her slit, finding the entrance, and 
inserting. 
 He curled his finger around and up, looking for Chris's G-spot. Another 
finger joined it, then a third. Chris felt herself moving toward an 
orgasm, but it was too soon, too soon. She needed to re-exert control, 
so she again disengaged, sliding out from under him and guiding him 
around until he lay on his back. 
 Chris swung one leg over Carl's hips and reaching behind her, grabbed 
his cock and guided it to her drooling pussy. She rubbed the tip up and 
down along her slit, letting herself open wide for him. In one smooth 
motion she sat down on him, burying him to the hilt. The girth of his 
shaft stretched her pussy, at first painfully, but as she continued to 
lubricate, the sensation changed to one of intense pleasure. Chris 
hadn't had a dick inside her for months, and as a result, she knew she 
wouldn't be able to hold back very long. She began riding him, pulling 
him out almost to the tip, then slamming back down. Using another tip 
Sherri had taught her, Chris began to do her Kegel exercises, 
alternately squeezing and releasing Carl's cock with her vaginal 
muscles. She'd found that these exercises had intensified her orgasms 
during masturbation, and she was eager to see their effect on Carl. That 
was easy; Carl's head was tipped back and almost obscured by the pillow. 
Only his nose and open, gasping mouth were visible. He began spouting 
random obscenities as he too began building toward orgasm. 
 As she bounced upon him, Chris leaned over Carl, dangling her breasts 
in his face. She raked her long nipples over his lips, feeling the milk 
behind them pressing down, wanting to be released. She thought of rain 
on a window, a single droplet running down the surface. In response a 
single drop of milk, then another, appeared on her nipple and ran down 
between Carl's parted lips. When the sweet liquid hit his tongue, Carl's 
eyes opened wide, and he turned his head away. 
 "What the hell is that?" he demanded. 
 Chris straightened up, two thin lines of milk running down the lower 
half of her breasts. She stopped bouncing, but continued moving her 
hips, keeping Carl's penis in contact with her clit. "I have milk now," 
she said simply. "Isn't that fantastic? Want to see?" She cupped her 
breasts and placed fingers at each areola, preparing to spray him down. 
 Carl threw his arms up in front of his face. "Shit, no!" he shouted. 
"That's gross! Don't do that, please." 
 Chris felt disappointment threatening to wash away the wonderfulness of 
the feeling coming from between her legs. She had hoped Carl might 
appreciate her gift, but was not overly surprised to find it repelled 
him. 
 Carl had never been much for bodily fluids, with the possible exception 
of pussy juice. She was more concerned with the softening she was 
beginning to detect in her cunt. There was no way Carl was going to get 
away without her coming first, so she began the mental exercises to shut 
down the flow from her breasts while starting up her vaginal 
contractions again. After a few seconds Carl had forgotten all about 
Chris's lactating breasts. 
 Chris clamped down hard on Carl, squeezing him as tightly as she could. 
Her cunt was sopping now, and her pistoning motion was creating a frothy 
mixture of her juices and his pre-come. She tilted her hips forward 
slightly to increase the contact against her clit. The added pressure 
was too much for Carl. "Oh, God, I'm gonna come!" he suddenly moaned. 
 Not yet, you're not, Chris thought through the buzz of her own 
impending orgasm. She reached back and making a ring from thumb and 
forefinger, clamped down at the base of Carl's cock, freezing his spunk 
in mid-rise and causing his shaft to expand even further with trapped 
blood. Carl yelped and began pleading with Chris to let go, but she 
didn't hear him. The added swelling had provided just what she needed to 
complete her journey. She arched back and gave herself over to the wave 
crashing down on her. As she came, her flood of juice squirted out 
around Carl's rod, instantly soaking his pubic hair and the bedclothes 
beneath. Chris began bucking like a rider helpless on a bronco. Each 
downward stroke produced another gush of liquid, spewing in time with 
Chris's yells of delight. 
 Carl's reaction was immediate. He shouted incoherently and arched his 
hips upward, throwing Chris off him. She lost her grip on his penis. Now 
free of its bondage, Carl's cock fired a thick stream of jism into the 
air. It landed on his stomach as Carl tried to wriggle free. "God DAMN 
it!" he yelled. "You PISSED on me, you fucking bitch!" He leaped out of 
bed and stood there, his entire lower half dripping, a long string of 
come dangling from the end of his fast-shrinking penis. "What the fuck 
are you DOING?!" 
 Chris had to scramble to keep from falling off the bed. She came up 
fuming. "I was NOT pissing!" she yelled back. "I was COMING, you stupid 
clod! What's the matter? Can't handle a sexually complete woman?!" 
 Carl hurriedly wiped himself off with the bedspread, then began 
collecting his clothes. "I don't know what the fuck planet you came 
from, but you sure as hell aren't the Chris I used to boff. What the 
hell *happened* to you, anyway?" 
 "I grew up. I woke up. I'm not the submissive little mouse you used to 
use for a fuck toy." She looked hard at him, struggling with his 
clothes, hopping on one foot as he tried to pull on his pants. What had 
she ever seen in him? "Shit. Get out of here, Carl. I just realized I 
don't ever want to see you again." 
 "No problem. I'm gone," he said, moving toward the door, shoes in hand. 
He stopped at the doorway and turned to her. Angrily he said, "You know, 
nobody's ever going to want to sleep with you with you spewing all that 
shit. They're all going to run, just like me." He was off down the hall. 
Chris heard him say "Stupid cunt," just before the door slammed. 
 Chris sat on the bed, trying to sort out her feelings. Her body was 
complaining that Carl had interrupted it in mid-orgasm. Her breasts felt 
like they were ready to burst. She was upset at the intensity of Carl's 
negative reaction, and angry at herself for even having returned his 
call. 
 She realized that she really was a different person now, and as far as 
sexual liaisons were concerned, she was going to have to burn all her 
bridges and start over fresh. Gone were all traces of the pre-accident 
Christine. Sherri had already started her with some novel experiences -- 
her frequent assists with Sherri's campaign to start lactating, for 
example -- but it was up to her to find the kind of partner her new 
sexuality demanded. 
 Chris looked at the wet sheets. Whoever it's going to be, they're going 
to have to really like to get wet, she thought. She felt a momentary 
pang of panic. Are there guys out there that will appreciate me and what 
I can do? she wondered. Or will they all be like Carl, bolting as soon 
as they see a drop of milk or a trickle of pussy juice? I don't know if 
I could take that... 
 She wasn't about to let herself get depressed. There *must* be men who 
get turned on by a human fountain, she told herself. If there's anything 
I've learned from my years at the paper, it's that there are all kinds 
of people in the world. I just hope there are a few of my type in town. 
She looked at the door. "Good riddance, dickhead," she said aloud. 
 "I was just too much woman for him." She looked down at her swollen 
breasts, felt the throbbing in her cunt. Well, she thought, no sense in 
letting a good buzz go to waste. 
 With that, she opened her nightstand drawer, took out her vibrator, and 
walked into another room, where her breast pump awaited. Chris didn't 
come out of that room again for a long time.