LACTOGENESIS XVII: 

THE FOUR FOUNTAINS 
 
 Chris brushed her lips lightly against Sherri's ear lobe, then used 
them to lay down a trail of soft kisses down Sherri's neck, over her 
collarbone, and down her chest. With the tip of her tongue, she played 
"connect the dots" with the freckles that were sprinkled along her 
breastbone. Sherri was already breathing heavily; her hands were 
tousling Chris's hair as she hovered over Sherri's torso. Chris 
hesitated at the midpoint between Sherri's heaving bosoms, then began 
kissing her way toward the right nipple. Her tongue teased the small 
bump of the nipple, swirling around it, trying to get it to pop up from 
its hiding place. She could feel the nipple stiffen, but it did not 
lengthen appreciably. She pursed her lips and surrounded it, and began 
to suck gently. Sherri's grip on Chris's hair tightened, and Chris could 
feel her begin to move her hips. Gradually Chris began to pull more and 
more of Sherri's areola into her mouth and intensified her suckling. She 
covered her teeth with her lips and began to apply pressure on the 
lactiferous sinuses surrounding the nipple. That and the suction had the 
desired effect: a high-pressure stream of liquid immediately shot into 
her mouth. At the same moment, Sherri's hands left Chris's head; one 
went to the breast Chris was suckling and began squeezing, the other 
went straight to her cunt, from whence wet slurping noises began to 
issue as she finger-fucked herself frantically. 
 Chris felt herself becoming aroused as she drank from Sherri's 
distended breast. Sherri's milk was thinner and not as sweet as her own, 
but its warmth and sheer volume were very exciting. One of Chris's hands 
went to Sherri's other breast, which she expertly began to milk. She 
didn't look up, but she could swear she could hear the squirts from that 
breast striking the ceiling. The other hand went to her own mammaries, 
which she began massaging through her thin blouse. Sherri stopped 
squeezing her own boob and instead moved to Chris's blouse, which she 
unsuccessfully tried to unbutton. Chris lifted her mouth from Sherri's 
nipple, which had responded to Chris's sucking by becoming quite well-
defined. Several tiny streams continued to shoot upward, catching Chris 
full in the face. She shook her head, laughing, while she peeled off the 
blouse. Chris's hands went to her breasts, and she began milking, 
showering the supine Sherri with her ambrosia. Sherri responded in kind, 
sending blast after blast skyward, striking Chris about the face and 
chest. They giggled like a couple of kids with squirt guns as they 
continued to shoot. For some minutes they soaked each other down, 
laughing and squealing uncontrollably, until every square inch of their 
skins was covered with white droplets and their hair was matted, and 
still they continued to squirt. Impulsively Sherri sat up and embraced 
Chris. Their milk-soaked tits pressed together, nipples rubbing, milk 
continuing to flow, mixing together and running down their stomachs in a 
thin white sheet. 
 "I want to come," Chris breathed into Sherri's ear, as they slid their 
bosoms across each other, their mingled milk lubricating them. 
 Sherri laughed out loud. "Are you kidding? I think I've come a couple 
of times already!" 
 She bent down to Chris's waist, unbuttoning her slacks. Chris wriggled 
out of them and threw them across the room. As she slid back onto the 
floor, Sherri followed her down, kissing her way down Chris's belly and 
going straight to her cunt. She captured Chris's clit between thumb and 
forefinger, massaging it while licking the area around it. Then, with 
one motion, she sucked Chris's labia into her mouth while inserting her 
tongue into Chris's vagina. She slurped away furiously for several 
seconds while holding down Chris's bucking hips with her upper arms. She 
then began licking Chris slowly, starting at her anus and moving up to 
the tip of her clit in one long lick. As she felt Chris's thighs begin 
trembling as she made her final approach to orgasm, Sherri began fucking 
her with three fingers while at the same time flattening her tongue 
directly on her clit and vibrating it back and forth. Chris screeched, 
her vagina contracted, and a gout of fluid cascaded over Sherri's 
fingers and down her arm. Giggling wildly, Sherri took her hand, filled 
with Chris's juices, and began rubbing it all over herself. 
 Chris took that opportunity to turn the tables, pushing Sherri back 
onto the floor. Sherri's pubic hair tickled Chris's nose as she ate her 
out, shaking her head back and forth as she sucked Sherri's long clit 
into her mouth. Sherri continued laughing, with complete abandon, as she 
grabbed her breasts and squeezed the last few drops of milk out of them. 
At that moment Chris came up and began rubbing one nipple against 
Sherri's crotch, flicking it against Sherri's clit. 
 "Ooh, honey, just like that," Sherri cooed. "Your nipple's so big and 
hard, it feels like a cock. Fuck me with it." And Chris did. It felt 
like her nipple was more than an inch long as it disappeared into 
Sherri's cunt and reappeared to once again tickle her clit. "Come in 
me," Sherri growled. Chris took the hint and grabbed her breast just 
behind the nipple. A blast of milk emerged, striking Sherri's clit dead 
on. This was enough to bring Sherri off one more time, squirming and 
squealing as Chris's milk oozed down her slit. 
 As they lay together on the floor of Sherri's apartment, desire still 
hanging heavily in the air, Chris whispered, "I'll help you clean up 
later." They started giggling again. In the spontaneity of the moment, 
they had neglected to take into account the mess four breasts full of 
milk could make. Wet spots covered the sofa, the carpeting...there was 
even milk dripping from the ceiling. "Don't worry, I know just how to 
get this stuff out." 
 "I'll just bet you do," Sherri murmured as she nuzzled Chris's neck. 
"The only thing I'm worried about is letting you get away before I'm 
done with you." She gently separated herself and stood up. "Don't you 
move. I'll be right back." She walked toward her bedroom, droplets of 
milk running down her body as her generous ass retreated down the 
corridor. She was back in less than a minute, holding a gigantic double-
headed dildo that had to be a foot and a half in length in one hand and 
a tube of K-Y jelly in the other. 
 "Mmmm. I don't think we'll need that," Chris said, referring to the 
jelly. She took the dildo from Sherri and proceeded to spray down its 
entire length with milk. She and Sherri then positioned themselves with 
their legs intertwined, each with a grip on one end of the dildo. In a 
single, concerted motion, they inserted their respective ends into their 
pussies. They moved against each other in a smooth pas de deux, their 
hips rising in unison, the dildo bridging an ever-shortening gap between 
them. Slowly, inexorably, the dildo disappeared inside them until they 
were pussy to pussy, their clits rubbing together. The dildo was 
completely buried. As if rehearsed, their hands went to their breasts, 
and once again milk flowed. They looked like an erotic fountain as four 
groups of tiny streams formed white parabolas, raining down on their 
undulating bodies. Even their moans were in synch. Of course their 
orgasms were simultaneous. Chris's secretions so completely lubricated 
their cunts that the dildo simply popped out onto the floor, causing 
gales of laughter to once again erupt from them. 
 Sherri sat up, cupping her breasts in her hands. "I never thought that 
this would feel so good," she said. "I've been around the block a number 
of times, but this has opened up a whole new street." She smiled and 
took Chris's hand. "Now I've got some idea of what you've been going 
through." She tentatively massaged the lower quadrant of her right 
breast, and smiled again when there was no pain. "By God, lady, I think 
you've cured me." Sure enough, the inflammation was already fading; all 
that activity had unplugged the affected duct. 
 The intensity of their experience later took a long time to erase from 
the floors, walls, and furniture. Chris and Sherri ended up going 
through an entire bottle of upholstery cleaner that day.