LACTOGENESIS XXV: 

THE SHARING 
 
 Jeremy led Chris and Sherri back down the long hallway to the 
"waterproof" room. Sherri left Jeremy's side to turn on lights, turn 
down the bed, and close the door. Chris did not want to break contact 
with Jeremy and hung on him even as they squeezed through the doorway. 
She was still riding the wave of primal sensations that had resulted 
from her having taken on, and satisfied, seven of Jeremy's party guests 
at once, mere minutes before. Her skin, showing through now in places 
where the white makeup had been rubbed off, still ran with a mixture of 
bodily fluids that included saliva, semen, sweat, breast milk, and 
perhaps even tears. Her white bikini bottom had disappeared, leaving an 
outline where no makeup had been applied. Her whole body felt 
accelerated into a new level of activity; it was one all-encompassing 
erogenous zone, with every nerve ending tuned for sensuality. She 
wondered if this is what those lab rats with electrodes implanted in 
their pleasure centers must feel like as they stimulate themselves 
continuously by pressing a switch over and over, forsaking even food for 
non-stop sexual gratification, eventually dying of hunger and thirst 
without even knowing they were starving. Jeremy's body was her sole 
source of fulfillment now, and she wasn't going to let go of it even to 
climb onto the bed. 
 Sherri was sitting Indian-style on the bed. Jeremy, with one smooth 
motion, swept Chris off her feet and placed her gently on the bed, 
placing her head in the cradle formed by Sherri's crossed legs. He 
followed her down, suspending himself a fraction of an inch above 
Chris's body, deliberately not touching her but close enough so they 
could feel each other's heat. He used his lips and tongue to tease an 
earlobe, working slowly downward and over to Chris's panting mouth, 
which he covered with his own. She sucked his tongue hungrily into her 
mouth, entwining it with her own, mashing her lips hard against his. Her 
breath sounded loudly from her nostrils as Sherri caressed their heads 
and necks, cooing softly. 
 Jeremy broke off the kiss and continued down Chris's neck and 
collarbone, planting kisses as he went. He then pursed his lips and 
touched one nipple oh so lightly, barely enough to register in Chris's 
brain. The next touch, coming only milliseconds later, was incrementally 
harder, as was the next, until Jeremy had an entire mouthful of Chris's 
tit and was sucking as if he would pull it right off her ribcage. Chris 
started making a keening noise as the pleasure and pain of this contact 
combined in a new sensation. Jeremy suddenly released the breast, which 
bounced back to its normal position and immediately unleashed a fountain 
of milk skyward, catching Jeremy in the chest. Sherri oohed and aahed at 
the spectacle, and immediately grabbed Chris's breasts, milking them 
expertly, rolling the nipples between her fingers and leaning forward to 
catch the multiple streams in her wide-open mouth. Her pendulous breasts 
brushed Chris's lips as she did so, and Chris latched on to the 
distended nipple blindly, like a newborn puppy. She felt Sherri's hot, 
sweet milk cascade into her mouth and down her throat, filling her with 
new energy. 
 Jeremy had now positioned himself between Chris's legs, propped up on 
his muscular arms. The coarse "fur" of his satyr costume provided a 
sharp contrast to the smooth nakedness of Chris's mound. She hissed 
through clenched teeth, Sherri's pulsing, shooting nipple between them, 
as he rubbed his aching cock, back to full erection, against the inside 
of her thighs, stopping its upward motion just short of dividing her 
labia. He hovered briefly at the gates of heaven, then plunged forward, 
entering her effortlessly. She immediately contracted on him, almost 
stopping him in mid-stroke with the intensity of the pressure she 
applied. He groaned loudly in response. His cock felt as if in the grip 
of an iron fist coated with hot honey. He pumped slowly, almost afraid 
that she would push him out of her on the out-stroke -- she was that 
tight. He reached behind him and grabbed Chris's legs, placing one on 
each shoulder. She responded by lifting her ass off the bed and pulling 
him even farther into her. He felt his balls slapping against the crack 
of her ass as he moved. 
 Sherri leaned further forward, abandoning Chris's breasts for her cunt. 
She massaged Chris's clit and touched Jeremy's cock when it appeared 
from the recesses of Chris's womb on each stroke. Chris's pussy lips 
enfolded Sherri's finger just as her other lips encircled Sherri's 
nipple. Sherri bent her finger slightly so that her fingernail just 
barely ran across Chris's clit. At that, Chris let go of Sherri's 
nipple, screamed out her pleasure, and came in a gush that sprayed out 
around the entire circumference of Jeremy's cock. Chris's back arched as 
her orgasm continued, her pussy sucking wetly at Jeremy's pounding 
prick, liquid pulsing out around him at each contraction. One orgasm 
flowed seamlessly into the next as Jeremy's hips accelerated, their 
motion sending pussy juice flying in all directions. He felt his own cum 
rising, so he pulled out of Chris and fell backwards at the foot of the 
bed, his pulsating erection pointed skyward. Chris and Sherri fell upon 
it together, licking and sucking as if on a shared candy cane. Their 
tongues met and swirled together as they ran up and down the length of 
Jeremy's rod. Periodically one or the other of them would raise up just 
enough to spray down their prize with milk, like topping on a sundae. 
They finished Jeremy off by alternating deep throat sucks, coordinating 
their plunges onto him like railroad workers driving a spike. He 
exploded with a cry like that of a wild animal, sending a geyser of 
spunk upward to coat the lips of both women. 
 Sherri snarled something about not letting him get away so soon. She 
grabbed Jeremy's penis at the base and squeezed, trapping the blood and 
not letting his erection deflate. She mounted him deftly, heedless of 
his cries to take it easy, and began grinding her hips back and forth. 
Chris moved up on her knees and straddled Jeremy's head, lowering her 
still-dripping pussy onto his face. She and Sherri reached for their 
breasts simultaneously and began spraying each other with milk. Seeming 
gallons of white nectar sailed through the air in well-timed bursts, to 
end as a myriad of pearly droplets along the faces, necks, and bodies of 
the two women. Chris could feel Jeremy's tongue working wonders on her 
clit, and knew she was close to coming again. She studied Sherri's face, 
knowing from their times together when she was also close. Seeing Sherri 
heading inexorably toward orgasm was enough to trigger her own, and they 
came together, their cries merging into a sound the likes of which the 
planet had never experienced. 
 Poor Jeremy chose that moment to try to inhale, only to be inundated by 
another tidal wave from Chris's cunt. He began coughing uncontrollably. 
Chris and Sherri immediately jumped off of him and rolled him on his 
side so that he could more easily clear his throat. His ragged coughs 
soon turned into spasms of laughter as he choked out, "What a way to 
die!" The two women joined him, and soon all three were giggling 
helplessly. 
 "You want to drown? There's more than one way, you know," Sherri said. 
She rolled Jeremy back over on his back and began milking herself into 
his mouth. Chris joined her, and soon it was all Jeremy could do to keep 
swallowing fast enough to keep up with the downpour of milk. He began 
making unintelligible sounds as he drank, and his penis rose to full 
staff once again. Clearly he was finally living a lifelong fantasy. 
Suddenly he reached out, took one breast of each woman, and shoved both 
nipples into his mouth, sucking on both Chris and Sherri simultaneously. 
They felt their nipples rub together in Jeremy's mouth, and felt the 
jets of their milk intermingle. The feeling was indescribable, and so 
erotic that both women's hands went to their pussies. They masturbated 
urgently, coming again within moments. Jeremy erupted once more as well, 
without any manual manipulation whatsoever. Even with their sexual fires 
finally extinguished by all the liquids they'd secreted, Jeremy 
continued to suckle, first on Sherri and then on Chris, for several 
minutes, until they were finally emptied. 
 For a short while it looked as if Jeremy had gone to sleep. Finally he 
sat up slowly, groaned slightly, wiped his mouth, and belched loudly. 
Chris giggled; Sherri shook her finger at him in mock admonition. Jeremy 
merely patted his slightly distended stomach and grinned like a Cheshire 
cat. 
 Chris happened to glance at an ornate clock on one wall; it read 3:30. 
Had she really been at this party for almost seven hours? She had never 
undertaken such sustained sexual activity before, and it was finally 
beginning to take its toll. She suddenly realized how sore her asshole 
was, how thirsty and drained she felt. She looked at her companions and 
suddenly realized how comical they all looked in the remnants of their 
Halloween costumes. They laughed all through the shower they took 
together and fell asleep in a heap on the huge circular bed in the 
master bedroom, oblivious to the party which continued on around them 
until well past dawn.