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CHAPTER FORTY-ONE:
THE VOYEUR, PART TWO
Not more than a minute later the two women entered
the pool enclosure. "Oh, good," Connor heard the one
named Sherri say. She hung the sign on the gate, closed
it, took a padlock out of the small bag she had with
her, and used it to lock the gate. They walked over to
two lounge chairs (good, they picked two that were
directly in his line of sight), put down their gear, and
doffed their robes. He had to keep from gasping aloud
when they did. Both women were wearing the tiniest
bikinis imaginable. Sherri's covered more on top, but
that wasn't saying much; his dream girl's top was little
more than two tiny strips of cloth just wide enough in
front to cover her nipples. Fully eighty percent of her
glorious bosom was exposed. Connor gently, silently
shifted position so that his growing erection wouldn't
get caught at an uncomfortable angle.
He watched them stretch out on the chairs, bottles
of sunscreen in their hands. "Mmmm, isn't this sun
wonderful? First of the season," said Sherri.
"Are you sure nobody can get in here?" asked his
dream girl.
"Positive. I've done this a lot. I'm kind of
surprised that our neighbors haven't complained more
about the pool being down for repairs."
"And nobody can see us, right?"
"Chris, will you relax? I'm an old hand at this."
Chris! Her name is Chris! Somehow just finally
knowing her name made Connor feel that much more excited
to be here watching her.
He watched, transfixed, as the two women removed
their tops. His breath caught in his throat as he saw
the full landscape of Chris's splendorous body come into
view. Perfect. Absolutely goddamned perfect. I can
die now, he thought. He couldn't stand it any more --
he slowly unzipped his fly and liberated his hard-on,
which he started stroking absently.
"Well, if you're sure," Chris said, and arching
her back, slid off the almost non-existent bikini bottom
as well, revealing a completely hairless snatch. He
stopped stroking for fear of coming right there. He had
never seen a bald beaver before. Chris lay back,
slightly spreading her legs to let the sun in, and
giving him a perfect view of her naked pussy. Her
impossibly firm breasts rose upward as she lay back,
almost completely obscuring her head from Connor's
viewpoint. The sight was enough to cause a pleasant
ache to begin in his balls.
He watched as the women applied sunscreen to
themselves, following their fingers as they rubbed the
lotion into their exposed skin, observing how the flesh
of their breasts responded to their touch. As Chris
moved her hand across a nipple, he watched it bend
beneath it and then snap back upright after it passed.
That was too much -- with a barely controlled jerk he
spurted his load into a handkerchief, biting his lip to
keep from making a sound. Once he recovered, he
strained to listen to their conversation, which up to
now he had ignored.
Sherri had been talking, and Chris had been
laughing. Connor was soon ready to come again from what
the laughing was doing to those incredible boobs of
hers. There was a short silence, then Sherri spoke
again.
"I've been meaning to ask you something."
"Shoot," said Chris.
"Funny you should pick that particular word."
"Why?"
"Well, I'm curious about a particular talent of
yours."
"Which one would that be? I've got a million of
'em," said Chris with a smile.
"I've noticed that you can apparently squirt your
milk whenever you want, not just when you're excited or
engorged. True?"
"True. However did you come to know this?" Chris
sounded surprised.
"We used to spend a lot of time together, or have
you forgotten?"
Chris blushed. It made her wine-colored nipples
an even darker red. She reached across and stroked the
back of Sherri's hand. "Of course not. How could I?"
Sherri paused, then asked, "Can you teach me how
to do that?"
Chris did a double take. "I'm not sure. Why?"
A devilish smile crossed Sherri's lips. "This guy
I'm with right now? He likes me to tickle him while I'm
on top. He's got chest hair like a fucking bearskin
rug. I love to run my hands through it while I'm
fucking him. Trouble is, he also likes me to squirt him
while I'm riding him. Can't be squeezing my boobies and
doing all that other stuff at the same time. I need to
have my hands free."
Chris laughed again. (Oh God, stop doing that, he
said to himself. You're killing me.) "I see your
point."
"How do you do it?"
Chris lay back on the chair. "Well, I don't
really think too much about how I do it. It's just part
of the way I control my lactation."
Sherri shook her head slowly. "I'd almost give
one tit to know how to do that. Many is the time I've
embarrassed myself in a public place when my milk let
down unexpectedly. I have to take a jacket with me even
in hot weather to cover up with!"
Chris smiled sympathetically. "Well, I sort of
just concentrate on relaxing all the muscles in my upper
body. You know, like what they have you do in those
stress reduction tapes? I think of running water,
floating in a pool, that kind of thing. Pretty soon I
feel the reflex kick in, and the rest is automatic. To
stop, I think of the desert, water soaking into sand,
muscles contracting, flowers closing up at night. Works
every time. Here, watch."
Connor felt his eyes begin to sting, and realized
he'd been staring for some time. He blinked away the
tears that started to form so that they wouldn't blur
his view of what was to come.
He saw Chris settle deep into her chair, watched
the muscles in her neck and shoulders relax. He saw her
nipples lengthen and thicken and become moist. He saw a
wave ripple across the muscles of her stomach, and
suddenly her breasts erupted in twin geysers of milk,
launching branching streams of white high into the air.
The fountain continued for several seconds before
abating to a thin trickle. She hadn't even touched
herself.
With a muffled grunt, his whole body tensed and he
ejaculated a few drops of a second load into his sticky
handkerchief. He felt a charley horse form in his leg
and pinched his eyes tightly shut against the pain.
"Fan-fucking-tastic," he heard Sherri say. Amen,
sister. "Let me try." When he heard that, he forced
his eyes open again.
He saw Sherri go through the same relaxation
process as Chris. For a long time nothing happened,
then, as he stared, he saw dribbles of milk emerge from
Sherri's fat nipples and run down her pendulous hooters.
Chris sat up and applauded. Amazingly, Connor felt his
dick stir once more. That had never happened before.
"Not bad, not bad," Chris said. "We'll work on
your form later." They both laughed. He watched Chris
get up and kneel down next to her friend's chair. "You
know, I haven't tasted you in a long time. I kind of
miss that. Do you mind?"
Sherri raised herself to a sitting position.
"Please do," she said. "Otherwise I'll have to go
inside and pump, and I don't want to waste the rest of
this marvelous sun."
Connor couldn't believe what he saw next. He
watched Chris lean across Sherri and fasten her lips
onto one of Sherri's swollen nipples. He could tell she
was sucking on her and swallowing as fast as she could.
Sherri started moaning and reached for her other breast,
which she started squeezing. He saw stream after stream
of milk shoot out of Sherri's breast as she milked
herself and Chris continued to drink from the other
breast.
He felt a third orgasm building. He couldn't
believe he had anything left. As it continued to build,
he felt his head get light, his vision blurred....
He passed out.
With a crash he fell through the bushes to sprawl
out onto the deck.
The women screamed and leaped to their feet.
Hurriedly they threw on their robes and cautiously
approached his supine form.
Sherri bent down and peered at him. "Oh, shit.
It's only Connor."
"You know this kid?" Chris asked.
"Yeah, he lives in the building. I've caught him
peeping several times. I used to think it was cute, but
now the little shit's gone too far. Wake up, dickhead,"
Sherri said, kicking water from the pool into his face.
Sputtering, Connor came to and scrambled to his
feet. He started to run for the gate, then stopped,
realizing he was locked in.
"All right, you little fuck," Sherri said,
advancing on him with teeth clenched and hands on hips.
"This stops now. I ever catch you slithering around me
or my friends again, I'll come into your room while
you're asleep and Bobbitize you. Don't think I won't do
it, either. I ever find out you said anything about
what you saw here, and I'll make sure your parents find
out about your sordid little hobbies. Then I'll
Bobbitize you. You savvy?"
Embarrassed beyond the ability to speak, Connor
only nodded.
Sherri unlocked the gate. "Get the fuck out," she
hissed. Connor scurried out like a dog before a rolled-
up newspaper.
As soon as he was out of earshot, Sherri and Chris
looked at each other, then fell laughing into each
others' arms. When they finally recovered, Sherri said,
"Well, one thing's for sure -- we'll be in his wet
dreams for a long time to come!"
That night, as Chris sat in her milking chair,
hooked up to her pump, she thought about the young
Connor pounding his pud with visions of her dancing
through his puerile little brain. She realized that in
some small dark recess of her mind, she'd always wanted
to be the subject of a young man's masturbatory
fantasies. Now she knew that had come to pass. The
realization gave her a very satisfying orgasm and filled
the milk receptacle quickly.