CHAPTER FIFTY-NINE: THE OTHER REUNION The get-together at Janine's apartment had broken up fairly early. Even though the subject of the Lac- Station's demise had not come up again after Chris had announced that she, too, would not be returning, the fact was that the only thing these five ladies had in common was lactation. After they found there wasn't much else for them to talk about, they'd finished their cider and went their separate ways. It was very likely that none of them would ever see each other again, although Chris secretly hoped that she'd be invited to Janine's wedding if she and Geoff were ever to get hitched. Janine's childlike demeanor had been one of the bright spots of Chris's association with the Lac- Station. Now she and Sherri sat on the edge of Sherri's bed, each unbuttoning the other's top. It was something they always did whenever they made love, and they fell into the routine easily. As they undressed, Chris asked Sherri again why she'd quit Jeremy's organization. "Two reasons, actually," Sherri said as she slid Chris's blouse off her shoulders. "First is that I'd had my fill of Jeremy. All that money he was getting from us was turning him into a real prick. Second, I've decided to move on to something else." "What do you mean?" Chris said, as she removed Sherri's shoes. "You really didn't expect for me to stay on the same kink forever, did you? I'm not all that into milk any more." "I'm shocked," Chris said, and she was. "After how hard you worked to get your milk to come in, and to maintain it?" "That's part of it. It was a lot of work, not like for you," Sherri said. "I developed more clogged ducts, each time more painful than the last, and even though I loved the feeling of having milk, I decided the hell with it. I'm still making a little bit, but I've mostly dried up now." "Can I ask what your latest thing is?" Chris asked. "You'd probably think it was too weird," Sherri said, a little shyly. "Hey, it's me, remember? The girl who squirts top and bottom? The one who survived the sailors' party? How weird could it be?" "Golden showers," Sherri said. "Whoa. That is a little weird. How did this happen?" "One of the clients was into it. Hell, it wasn't that much of a stretch for me. Mother's milk is a bodily fluid too, after all, and the way you cum it was sort of like getting peed on." "I see your point." "I loved getting drenched by you," Sherri said into Chris's ear, as she began to unhook her bra. "This way I can be with guys and still get drenched. Different kind of liquid, is all." Chris shook her head wonderingly. "You are something else, lady." "Shut up and drench me." "All in good time, my dear," Chris said, stroking Sherri's cheek with the back of her hand. "We need to take care of a little something first." Chris shrugged out of her new Olga nursing bra. It was much more elegant an undergarment than the ugly generic types she had been wearing until recently, but it was still a nursing bra. Chris had had to begin doubling up on the nursing pads lately, so she'd had to buy an F cup to make room for them. Even with the Olga bra, her bustline still looked lumpy and ludicrously huge. Four soaking wet pads fell out of the bra as it hit the floor. Sherri's bra joined it seconds later. In almost exact synchrony, both women, now nude, extended their arms upward and stretched like cats in the warm sun, reveling in the freedom of clotheslessness. Milk evaporating from Chris's nipples cooled them into twin pegs of ruby, surrounded by areolae the color of a fine cabernet. The skin of her bosom, normally pale and marbled with the miraculous vasculature that provided the raw material for her milk, was flushed pink, partly from ardor and partly from engorgement. The areolae were so puffy from the pressure behind them that the bumps of the Montgomery glands which were usually so prominent were almost missing altogether. "I need to be drained a little before we get too carried away," Chris continued. "I'd like to be able to really enjoy this, and I won't if my boobs are causing pain." Sherri gently cupped Chris's burgeoning breasts. She blinked at the warmth they were radiating. "Poor baby! I've never seen you so full." "I'm up to three quarts a day now," said Chris. "It's a vicious circle. Ever since I lost my mental control, I have to pump more often to relieve the buildup. The more I pump, the more I make. It's getting ridiculous." "I've got just the thing," Sherri said with a mischievous grin. Taking Chris by the shoulders, Sherri guided her to sit with her back against the headboard and placed pillows under each forearm. Stretching across Chris, Sherri opened the drawer of her nightstand. Her ass was just below Chris's face. Chris caught the exhilarating odor of damp pussy as Sherri slid by in front of her. Impulsively she leaned over and nipped Sherri on her left butt cheek. Sherri yelped, then giggled. From the drawer she withdrew two containers, one a squeeze bottle of chocolate syrup and the other one of those clear plastic bears filled with honey. She sat up and displayed them, rocking them in her hands, the grin still wide on her face. Chris cocked an eyebrow. "What's this?" she asked. "Well, quite frankly, I'm tired of just the one flavor," Sherri said. "You've got two nozzles there, why not a new flavor for each?" With that, she popped open both bottles and leaned toward Chris. "But your sheets..." Chris protested, but judging from her closed eyes and parted lips, the protest had no teeth. "I'm into golden showers now, remember?" Sherri replied. "Do you think a little mess would bother me?" Sherri dripped chocolate syrup onto Chris's right nipple and honey onto the left. The sensation of the thick liquid oozing along and down her hot breasts caused a surge of milk to flow into the sinuses behind her nipples, and they began to drip. Sherri eagerly caught the driblets of milk on her tongue, swirling them together with the syrup. "I've always loved chocolate milk as a kid," Sherri said between licks. She drizzled some syrup directly into her mouth, then fastened her lips around Chris's swollen areola and began to expertly suckle her. Chris flooded milk into Sherri's mouth, but she did not swallow it immediately. Chris could see that she was mixing it with the syrup in her mouth first. For the next several minutes, Sherri consumed several ounces of mother's milk from Chris's spurting bosom. Chris was hard put to stay sitting upright; she squirmed with pleasure as the milk flowed out of her. The sheet where she was sitting was becoming slippery with her pussy juice. Finally her breasts had softened enough to where she could raise her weeping nipples to her own mouth. Sherri held the spouts of the syrup and honey above them and dripped the liquid confections down over the nipple they now shared between them, a tongue on either side, lapping up the milk mixture like hungry kittens. The feel of two tongues at once on her pulsing paps was electric; Chris moaned loudly and began to slide down from her sitting position. "If you want to get drenched, now's the time," she panted. Quickly Sherri moved around to lie on her back, her own pendulous breasts flowing back onto her upper arms. Chris straddled her face, her hands smearing chocolate and honey together with the milk that continued to flow from her breasts all over her upper torso, enjoying the sensation of being deliciously messy. Uncaring of how much of a further mess she would make, she began expertly milking herself, her hands sliding on her sticky skin from her chest wall all the way down to the tips of her nipples, squeezing out every last drop in a tight torrent that made a loud noise against the headboard. At the end of each stroke she would tug hard on her nipples, which would cause her pussy to spasm with delight. When she finally came, it was in buckets. Sherri's long mane of red hair caught the brunt of it. She slathered away at Chris's fleshy labia as the deluge blasted from it, her face and neck becoming slick with saliva and love lava. When she finally came up to place a very wet kiss on Chris's sticky lips, she looked as if she had just come out of the shower. Chris pushed Sherri back down on the bed and began massaging her clit with a still-erect nipple. Sherri began thrashing about, making her clit a moving target. Chris then inserted the nipple into Sherri's vagina and renewed her milking until she had filled Sherri's space with sweet mother's milk. She then began lapping it up, her tongue occasionally encircling Sherri's clit, as it oozed out, mixed with Sherri's juices. Sherri was helpless under this treatment, and within seconds arched her hips upward as she too exploded in orgasm. They held each other for several minutes afterward. To their surprise, when they tried to separate, it was very difficult, since the syrup and honey, breast milk and pussy juice, had combined to form a very effective adhesive! It took almost an hour in the shower for them to get clean. But then again, they didn't spend that entire time simply washing.