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CARRIE: Chapter 1
"It's a pretty good life," Carrie thought as she stood looking at
the rising sun through the kitchen window. She was 23 years old, had
graduated from college, married. Both she and her husband Chris had good
jobs. They weren't rich, but certainly comfortable for a young couple.
Chris was a great guy. He didn't play around. Always thought about her
first.
Surprising to her, their marriage had settled into a casual
routine that didn't seem possible after those first months. There had
been some wild times. Weekend getaways, making love every night, life was
a constant thrill. Not that it was bad now, but it had gotten a little
predictable. Satisfying, but predictable.
As Carrie looked at the pill in her hand, she thought about Chris
showering, and about their early morning "quickie." It felt good to make
love in the morning, though it was usually pretty hurried. She rarely
orgasmed in these encounters. She had discovered that she usually needed
more time than that. But that was okay. Carrie felt a fulfillment in
meeting Chris's needs. In a way, it was nice having "a part of him" with
her during the day, even if it disappeared by lunch. Such was the
expression of his love she held deep inside, clinging to the cervix of her
womb.
She remembered reading the notes on her first "pill-pak", the
warnings. Among those was the possibility of diminished libido, breast
tenderness, confusing data about cancer. This little pill was a blessing
and curse. Safety from pregnancy, suppression of urges. Occasional
bloating when even clothes didn't fit perfectly.
Maybe they were ready. One of the Kindergarten teachers across
the hall at Elm Street
Elementary School seemed very happy as she announced the news of her
second child. She didn't seem to mind the prospect of getting huge.
Carrie and Chris had talked a little about starting a family. They had
even switched to "natural" family planning for a while several months ago.
That was quite an experience! Daily thermometer readings, mucus
sampling, charting. It felt somehow different, better not having the
hormones controlling her body. If nothing else, it confirmed the effects
of the pill. For those months the bloating never occurred. There was
some relief from worrying about the "c" word. Actually, she learned more
about her own reproductive biology then than all through college. Most
surprising was the change in libido. But she and Chris had decided then
was not the time. So, back to the pill. It was an acceptable trade-off.
In the meantime, Chris had finished showering and had dressed. A
quick kiss and he was gone. Carrie showered fairly quickly. Not so
hurriedly to not appreciate the time she spent running each week. She had
never been athletic in high school, but her roommate in college had gotten
her started running. She had run 10K's and even one marathon. Wasn't
that an accomplishment! She found that with the running, she had achieved
and kept the best physical shape of her life. And she didn't have to
watch her diet much either!
As the soap covered her body, she admired her well-defined legs.
Her flat stomach, hardened by the sit-ups, allowed the bright red bush to
stand out even more. "If I just had more to stand out up top," she
thought. They were barely 34B's. The light colored areola, barely
visible from a distance, provided a backdrop for modest nipples. "At
least not much for gravity to pull down," she smiled.
Having dried and massaged in the aromatic body lotion, she
strategically placed the drops of perfume. The light, soft cup bra
provided all the support she would need. Rarely did her nipples show
through even the clingiest of tops, one of which she would wear. "Well,
first graders won't notice anyway!"
Anne, the teacher who had recently announced her second
pregnancy, wasn't so fortunate. She had the appearance of having two
marbles under her top all the time. Carrie couldn't help noticing Anne a
couple of days earlier. Carrie swore she could see the outline of huge
areola, but they couldn't have been that large. It must be one of the
difficulties of pregnancy. She would have to do some reading about
sometime.
Enough daydreaming. Gathering the gradebook and papers in her
briefcase, she eased the Honda out of the garage and down the street to
school.
CARRIE, Chapter 2
"I like teaching, but I like to see them get on that bus, too!"
Carrie remarked to Anne at the loading ramp.
"So do I. Listen, Carrie, don't you have one of the
Kindergarten counting lines?" asked the Kindergarten teacher.
"Sure, come by the room. I think I have it here rather than at
home." Carrie replied. "I'll be there in a few minutes. I have a parent
conference first."
About thirty minutes later Carrie walked into the room. "How do
you keep this place so well organized? I just can't seem to manage
everything." Anne commented.
"You have extra responsibilities at home that I don't have. I
usually put in extra time each
afternoon. You have that little one to pick up from the daycare and take
home." Carrie replied. "And I
hear you're going to add to the family!"
"Well, that will be a while, after school's out next summer. I'm
only about 6 weeks along. But far enough to know and feel it, that for
certain. At least I get to finish out the school year. We sure need the
income right now." was Anne's return.
Carrie nodded in agreement. "I understand that. By the way, the
counting line is at home. I could bring it tomorrow, or you could drop by
our home this evening and pick it up."
"You sure that won't be a problem?"
"Not at all. Chris won't be home till around eleven. Don't you
know where we live?"
Anne appeared grateful. "Sure, and that would be great. I'll
come by around seven. See you then."
Carrie finished preparing materials for the next day and headed
home. A quick stop at the grocer and cleaners and she arrived home around
5:30. Quickly she changed and headed out for her afternoon run. It was a
good time for her. The solitude relaxed her and the fitness benefits
added a measure of satisfaction, too.
She ran up the driveway at 6:40, just enough time for a quick
shower before Anne arrived. The warm water relaxed tense muscles. The
leisurely, peaceful moment was interrupted by the door chime. Turning the
water off and wrapping in her robe she hurried to the door. Through the
peephole she saw Anne and opened the door.
"Come on in. Sorry how I look. I just finished my run with a
quick shower. Make yourself at home while i get dressed." Carrie moved
into the bedroom hearing Anne's "thanks." "Nice home. Have you lived
here long?"
"Almost two years. Its been nice, a good neighborhood and all.
Take a look around." Carrie called from the bedroom.
Carrie slipped on the loose sweat pants and tank top quickly and
met Anne in the kitchen. "Would you care for a soda or something?" she
offered. "Sure, but not a diet if you could. Artificial sweeteners are a
no-no during pregnancy," Anne responded.
"Sounds like pregnancy is a real adjustment," Carrie said as she
returned from the refrigerator with the drink and a glass.
"There are some changes, that's for sure. But they are worth a
healthy baby," Anne
acknowledged. "You watch what you eat, you exercise regularly, try to
plenty of sleep. Of course there is little you can do to prepare for how
your body changes."
For the first time Carrie noticed that Anne was dressed quite
casually. A pair of worn, but obviously comfortable sneakers, loose
sweats and a rather exposing tank top under a sweater draped over her
shoulders. She was unable to hide her surprise at the revealing scene
behind the loose tank top. It was very obvious that Anne was more of a
woman that the 34B's Carrie carried. And the way those nipples pointed
through the soft cotton material couldn't help but demand visual
inspection. With a twinkle in her eye Carrie was curious how Chris would
respond if seated across from this woman.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to. . ." Anne started as she reached to
pull the sweater closed.
"No problem, Anne. I didn't mean to stare. It's just that I've
never really known a pregnant lady that closely. I'll bet your husband is
happily married!" Carrie laughed.
Anne smiled. "Quite. I guess that's why I'm expecting another!
Anyway, don't believe all those horror stories about ruining your body
with pregnancy. Some of the changes are rather beneficial."
"Really?"
"I think so. There is something special about carrying a new life
inside you. You feel more complete, more womanly. People treat you more
courteously. Strangers will smile, or make approving comments. When I
was pregnant the first time the kids in my class actually behaved better.
And I've been lucky. Never had a single touch of morning sickness. And
there are some personal, private benefits as well."
Anne's comments sounded very genuine. She believed what she was
saying. And they stirred a curiosity that Carrie found exciting.
"Personal, private benefits?"
Anne seemed to lower her voice with intensity, almost as if
sharing a secret. "Tom thinks I am never sexier than when I am pregnant.
It doesn't hurt that I've filled out up top, either. But changes
elsewhere are nice too, if you know what i mean. We made love more during
my pregnancy and nursing than ever at any other time, even our first year
of marriage."
"I don't know if I'm ready to discuss those other changes. But I
can sure vouch for the changes topside. You are magnificent! I don't
think I will ever be that filled out." Carrie was a little surprised that
she would share such thoughts with another woman.
"You'll find out one day. I think I looked a lot like you before
my first. And boy was I grateful for what happened."
Carrie was getting uncomfortable with her feelings and decided to
change the subject. "Well let me get that material for you, its in the
study." She returned in a moment and handed it to Anne as she got up to
leave. As Anne stood up, Carrie caught a glimpse of a sight she had never
seen. The loose top allowed a fleeting glimpse of femininity like she had
never known. The skin seemed tight, as if straining to hold back an
enormous load. Areola of the darkest brown sharply defined from the pink
skin. And the nipple that had made a dent in the cotton material was
larger than any Carrie had ever seen on baby bottles. She had never
witnessed such womanhood even in late night movies.
At that moment something changed deep inside her. She vowed in an
instant to learn from Anne's experience. They would talk again. This
woman was experiencing something Carrie had not known. And a primal drive
from deep within would not be stilled until she knew more.
As Anne walked to her car she called back. "Thanks for the soda,
and the chat. Let's do this again sometime."
"I'd love to," Carrie replied, with more conviction than almost
anything she had ever said.
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Subject: CARRIE (3/14) {PREG/MILK}
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CARRIE, Chapter 3
Chris didn't arrive home until 9PM. He had called ahead, so Carrie
had their spaghetti and salad
ready when he arrived. After dinner, he had a quick shower while she lay
in bed with the headset on that gave her the clear sounds off the CD
player. Her eyes closed as she let the music envelope her mind and soul.
Carrie preferred to sleep in a tee shirt only. As she lay on her
back, eyes closed, on top of the bedcovers, she freed herself of the days
activities. However, the conversation with Anne kept returning. Unknown
to Carrie, Chris had finished his shower and had walked silently to the
bed. The first indication she had of his presence was the playful pinch
to her left nipple.
"Watch it!" she said, not entirely seriously. "You'll start
something you can't finish."
"I've never failed you yet," he grinned. And he hadn't really.
He had never experienced the
feeling of inability. For her part, she didn't feel frigid by any means,
but orgasms weren't a regular part of her experience. Usually about once
every couple of weeks was all. Not that she felt neglected. She just
didn't feel the desire for such more frequently. Most of her climaxes
came as a result of Chris performing orally on her. It was quite
satisfying, though she rarely returned that style to him.
It had been a while. And while Chris's not so subtle "I haven't
had dessert" wasn't his most original lead in, it did convey his
intentions. The earlier shower made things more palatable.
His kisses were soft and tender, eventually probing her mouth. As
he lay on top of her, she could feel his hardness. It was adequate. Since
she had never known another man she didn't exactly have any measure to
compare to him. His tongue moved from her mouth to her ears and then her
neck. His left hand gently traced concentric circles on the outline of
her right breast, smaller and smaller until he softly rolled the nipple
between his fingers. Carrie felt his warm breath on her left breast that
was immediately followed by his moist tongue tip. The teasing produced
the erection of her nipples, small but very turgid. Finally he fastened
his lips on the protuberance. She could feel her nipple slide in and out
between his lips, not unlike the gentle thrusting that she would soon
accept.
She had always preferred the silence, gently offering guidance
with her hand. Now, he was adept at taking her to the climax without her
instruction now.
She drew the pillow over her face as his kisses moved down her
firm stomach. Past her navel he planted a kiss in her soft red fur. His
kissed blanketed the inside of her thighs as he slowly parted her legs.
She tensed slightly as she anticipated his kisses to her most sensitive
place.
Chris softly blew his hot breath on her closed lips. She held his
head as she relaxed. At first he licked the closed entrance. But his
first probes led her to open to his searching. She felt his lips cover
her own as his tongue began its assault on her clit. He was good to her.
He kept her moist and slowly increased the pressure and frequency of the
flicking of his tongue.
Carrie was beginning to surrender herself to the mounting tension.
Ever so slightly her hips began to rotate. He soon matched her rhythm with
the up and down movement of his mouth, never losing contact with her clit
with his tongue. His left hand found the ripe nipple of her right breast.
She felt the firm rolling of her nipple between his fingers. She guided
his hand to begin to stretch the nipple as she began the same action on
her left nipple with her free hand.
The moment was not far off now. As she pinched harder and
stretched farther Chris instinctively did the same. His tongue now made
short probes into her inner self. Then, with a final harder twist of her
nipple, she stepped over the cliff of ecstasy. Instinctively she pulled
his head forcing his tongue deeper as Chris tried to find her cervix with
his tongue. After several seconds passed, she finally began her descent.
Making two pulls on his shoulders, he followed her signal to enter
her with his masculinity. Holding his weight on his arms, Chris felt
Carrie guide his searching penis to the door of her womanhood. Already
wet
from her climax and his saliva, he slid into her with ease. He began
slowly thrusting as she traced the nonfunctional nipples on his chest. As
he increased his frequency, she sensed the closeness of his own climax and
leaned up to lick his right nipple. She new it would send him over the
top soon. As the moment of no return approached she began to nibble the
nipple between her teeth. He seemed to prefer a touch that must have
caused some pain. Reluctant, she agreed for his sake. As the muscles in
his body began to tighten, she bit even harder, tasting the smallest hint
of blood. When she did, he instantly pushed his full length into her.
Holding almost perfectly still, she felt the deposited of his posterity
onto the door to her womb. It felt good to know he gave her the most
personal of his gifts.
Sleep would come easily tonight. After moments in each others'
arm, Carrie rolled over to curl up in the warm comforter. Before she
drifted off to sleep, her hand moved below her waist. With the slightest
movement, she eased a finger between the lips of her pussy. She felt
Chris's warm semen at the entrance, but not willing to get up and go to
the toilet, she eased the finger into her vagina, blocking any escape.
And with a final smile, Carrie drifted off to sleep, her finger partially
inserted into her love nest.
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PART FOUR
As late September became early November, the friendship between
Carrie and Anne grew as the child within Anne grew. Much more than the
professional exchange was the personal. It was no accident that Anne's
pregnancy had stimulated a growing desire within Carrie. Even though the
pregnancy was not showing in Anne's body outwardly, the desire for
motherhood was showing in Carrie.
They talked about Anne's emotional and physical feelings. They
talked about the relationship Anne had with her husband and first child.
Anne was even continuing some nursing during pregnancy. This Carrie found
fascinating. But then Carrie had not been exposed to such things in her
childhood. She had never personally know someone expecting or nursing
this intimately. And she found it a unique satisfaction.
When she finally initiated conversation about pregnancy with
Chris, she was overjoyed that he, too, had been thinking it was time to
start their family. After an appointment with her OB/GYN, they had
decided that Carrie would stop taking the Pill and practice natural family
planning to allow her body to adjust. It was an exciting time getting out
the thermometer and temperature charts she had used briefly almost a year
earlier.
Carrie also began to educate herself more about her body. She read
more carefully the booklet that came with the natural family planning kit.
As she began to notice subtle changes in her body, she confirmed the
effects the Pill had been having on her. She had lost a couple of pounds,
not that she needed to. Her 5' 3 1/2 " frame held the 120 lbs. nicely.
She didn't have the stereotypical hourglass figure, but she could hold her
own poolside.
She had also, quite obviously, noticed a change in her libido.
Perhaps it was the adjustments in hormones. Perhaps it was the increased
knowledge she was discovering. In any event, she was becoming much more
comfortable with her body and sensations.
It didn't hurt that she was in physical contact wit her body each
day as she plotted her
temperatures and vaginal mucus consistency. As Chris became more
informed, he, quite willingly, helped her. He claimed he could even taste
a difference in her from day to day as the booklet had suggested.
Chris and Carrie were making love more in the morning than at night
now. As he would check her taste and consistency, it just naturally led
to a fulfillment of the feelings it started. Pleasantly, Carrie welcomed
the increased frequency.
Perhaps the most startling surprise was one she made on her own.
As she had been performing her monthly breast self exam, she was at first
shook to see a drop of clear, thick liquid appear on both her nipples.
Fortunately she was able to reach the nurse at her doctor's office that
morning. The nurse explained that it was not uncommon for women to be
able to express a small drop with BSE, especially at particular times of
her cycle. The withdrawal of the hormones of the Pill also would
contribute to this.
Relieved, Carrie had tried again that afternoon. To her surprise,
the same phenomenon had occurred. After working her way around the globe
of her breast, she had squeezed her light pink areola and nipples
producing the clear drops again.
With childlike fascination, she performed the same ritual almost
daily. While the results had at first been sporadic, now she could
produce the drops almost every morning and afternoon. It made her feel
good about her breasts. She had never particularly been pleased with
their size, although she was certainly "perky." Maybe it was real, maybe
imagination. But, Carrie was convinced that the strange feelings of
warmth
deep inside her small bosom was real. And could it be, were her breasts
changing? Were they even slightly larger? And the small nipples seemed
to actually grow a little!
This little secret Carrie had kept to herself. No one, not even
Chris or Anne, knew about this.
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Subject: CARRIE (5/14) {PREG/MILK}
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PART FIVE
It was obvious that this Christmas was going to be a rather
significant one. Chris was off with his brother and brother-in-law on a
three day deer hunting trip. He was due home later in the day. The
holidays had been wonderful. Visits with families had less friction that
usual. Perhaps everyone was getting comfortable with in-laws (and
out-laws). Carrie had come home before the guys went on the trip. There
were still a few days before New Year's Day and the inevitable return to
school and work.
The last thing Carrie needed to tell her she was ovulating was the
kit she had purchased from the pharmacy last week. All the physical signs
were very clear to her. She had been using the natural family planning
technique for three months and she had to admit she felt like an expert.
The steady drop in her morning temperature over the past several days had
been abruptly stopped by the spike she detected this morning. Without
telling Chris, she had been learning to read her vaginal secretions. The
consistence was at its stretchiest. The taste was distinctly different.
As she began the exercise of trying to express the drop from her
small breasts, they had felt warm. Maybe it was her imagination, but the
drop that greeted her waiting eyes seemed larger. It could have been her
excitement in anticipation of Chris's return. It could have been the
condition of her body, ready to conceive. But she was undoubtedly "hot."
She wanted to make love with Chris more than she could ever remember. The
spike in her temperature was twin to the spike in her sex drive.
The device she held in her hand was just another, more scientific,
indicator. As she looked at the device she had held in her urine stream,
it too confirmed ovulation. There was no doubt in her mind. This evening
she would begin the journey into motherhood.
Time seemed to creep all day. Finally, just after sunset, she
heard the familiar engine noise in the garage. She greeted the future
father as he came through he kitchen door. It was a good trip for him.
Chris had returned happy and content. She kept the her secret to herself
for the moment. Dinner was on the table when he returned from the shower.
It was past 9 o'clock when they finally found themselves sitting
before the gas logs. It was time to let him know.
"Guess what happened today." Carrie whispered, secure in his arms.
"What?" Chris answered.
"I used the ovulator indicator," she teased.
"And," Chris said, as his deftly slipped a hand around her firm
breast. He couldn't avoid noticing the firm nipple. The soft hint of
perfume had already created a stir in his masculinity. He thought the
silky gown concealed no other clothing.
"This body is about as ready as it can get," Carrie whispered in
his ear, followed by a slip of her tongue into his ear.
Chris took Carrie into his arms for a long, tender kiss. Carrie
received the gently probing of his tongue into her mouth. She felt his
hand caressing her soon to change breasts. Her own had found the tension
in his underwear and she had begun to softly massage the growing firmness.
He moved to the bed she already had ready. The blanket had warmed
the place where she would begin her maternal journey. She had turned off
the gas logs and found him waiting when she entered the room. She saw the
effect on him again as she stood before the bed and removed her robe,
revealing a firm, sensual body. The chill in the winter evening was not
the single cause of her erect nipples. Slipping under the warm covers she
found her way into his embrace again.
Carrie was astounded at how aroused she had already become. As
Chris's hands and lips caressed every surface of her body, she was
climbing the mountain to her climax sooner than ever.
They had practiced the position suggested in her literature for
conceiving a son. They had not made love in several days, another
suggestion. As Chris began to kiss his way to her womanly fur, she
slipped to over-stuffed pillow under her hips. Carrie closed her eyes as
the blood rushed to her head, her pussy elevated to Chris to invade. She
could hear him moan as he parted her lips to find her clit at its largest.
His tongue on her made her begin to rotate her hips slightly.
"Don't forget. We should climax together," she said through tense
lips. She heard his muffled "I know," and smiled. Her fingers joined his
in the rolling and pulling of her nipples. She had never felt this much
intensity in physical sensations. She found it difficult to concentrate
on the mounting tension in her body while sensing his condition. When she
slipped her foot gently between his legs, she was greeted by a coating of
his pre-cum on her toes. His humming and groaning signaled his readiness.
Carrie was at a point, herself, that climax was inevitable.
"Okay, come here," she said. Almost without interruption his
mouth left her pussy and she felt his pride and joy slip easily into her
waiting warmth. As he began thrusting into her, she felt herself coming
to an orgasm that was more intense than she had possibly ever known. His
tongue twitched her nipples. Her hands held his hips firmly, pulling him
into her deeply with each thrust.
"I'm .. coming," she panted. Through the fog of her climax she
felt his body grow rigid. Now her legs wrapped themselves around his
hips, driving his to his deepest penetration. Having stopped his
thrusting, she felt the warm blast of his semen onto her cervix. With
each jerk of his spurt she felt the head of his penis bump her womb.
His searching mouth found hers. Carrie reveled in the taste of her
sexuality in his mouth. Her pussy milked the penis until she felt it grow
still and limp.
After an unknown length of time, Chris finally withdrew his spent
tool and he rolled over to fall into oblivion. As Carrie lay with her
hips
still elevated on the pillows she smiled in anticipation of the cycle of
life that was beginning in her. Sleep came easily.
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Subject: CARRIE (6/14) {PREG/MILK}
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PART SIX
Carrie's heart was beating at an unusually high pace in her chest.
Chris sat in the chair as she undressed in the small examining room. On
the wall were pictures of pregnant women at various stages of their
pregnancy. Some were diagrams showing the growing baby inside a woman's
body. Looking down at herself she wondered how her body would ever change
to accommodate a growing baby.
There were several distinct signs that the miraculous process had
already begun. Certainly the missed period, now almost 4 weeks late, was
the most ominous. There had also been a strange, persistent metallic
taste in her mouth. The changes in her breasts had not gone unnoticed
either. Her small bosoms had never felt so full at any stage of her
cycle. And it had been that way almost a month. The felt warmer to her
touch. The nipples (she swore were getting larger) were in an almost
constant state of erection. Through her soft cup bras they clearly
announced their presence. When Anne had noticed Carrie had just laughed
it off as the cold winter days. Carrie actually felt relief as releasing
them from the bra just now.
Her episodes of squeezing the clear drops had become a much slower
ritual. She was much more sensitive to squeezing. She had also become
more sensitive to the ease at which Chris's sucking and licking raised her
excitement.
The doctor and his nurse entered the room and went through the
usual medical history questions, including her cycle dates. She lay down
on the table putting her feet in the stirrups. As she glanced over at
Chris she suddenly realized that he had never been present for this kind
of exam. She could tell he felt out of place, seemingly caught between
wanting to hide and wanting to watch.
Doctor Mayer was gentle enough. Carrie was surprised he needed the
medical lubricant noting the constant wetness she felt. Efficient, he
finished quickly. "I'm going to perform a breast exam now, Carrie." he
said opening the gown. Carrie watched as his hands began pressing the
globe of her breast. Unconsciously she winced at the pressure. "I'm
sorry," the doctor said. "but I need to do a thorough exam." As the
pressure moved in concentric circles toward her nipple, it stood at its
greatest length, greeting the squeeze of her areola. Surprisingly, a drop
of fluid appeared and began to run down the side of the erect nipple. The
doctor seemed oblivious. He examined the other breast with the same
result. Chris watched with fascination.
"Chris, come over here." He complied, standing beside his wife.
"Do you see this liquid? This is a sign of pregnancy. Also these little
bumps in the areola, they are called Montgomery's glands. They lubricate
the nipple for lactation. And your breasts are pretty sensitive, right?
That is another sign. My vaginal exam supports a pregnancy diagnosis,
also. We'll be certain when the nurse finishes the urine analysis, but
I'm sure you know by now what I know. Your going to be parents!
Congratulations!"
As the doctor turned to remove the gloves, Chris leaned over and
kissed his wife. Daringly, he moved his lips over her nipple and quickly
licked off the fluid expressed by the doctor.
After dressing, the nurse led them to the doctor's private office.
He gave them several pieces of literature and a video tape about
pregnancy to take home.
"This is a very special time. Enjoy the new discoveries you will
make. Call the office anytime you have questions. The literature will
explain several things. Also, the nurses will be able to answer most of
your questions. The literature will explain the schedule of
appointments. Any questions?" Shaking their heads no, the doctor bid
them good day.
As they drove home, Carrie felt like never before in her life.
They had stopped at the mall and purchased several books on pregnancy and
breastfeeding. It was well after dark now. Suddenly, Carrie had an urge
she couldn't contain. She leaned forward against the seat belt and
removed the shirt she was wearing. She then lay over in Chris' slap. "I
feel more like a woman than ever before."
Chris replied, "You look more like one than ever. I just hope we
don't get stopped."
"I love you," she whispered. "Keep driving" she said lustily.
Carrie unfastened the belt and
opened his pants. "Are you sure about this?" Chris asked hungrily.
"Just watch," she grinned.
She eased his throbbing penis through his briefs. She squeezed it
and he produced the drop of lubrication. "See, you're leaking now, too!"
She teased the drop onto the tip of her tongue. Flicking, she spread the
drop all over the head of his penis, getting it wet and slick. Cupping his
balls in her hand, she slid his penile head between her lips into her
waiting warm mouth. Chris groaned. Inside her mouth her tongue began an
assault on him. She could feel the car accelerating as his hand slid into
her jeans. She began to slide her mouth over his penis, deeper, never
exposing the head. As she felt him start his climax, she held only the
head in her mouth, continuing the massage of her tongue. His semen was
hot and sticky. Imagining the millions of sperm wiggling in her mouth as
she felt the spasmodic bursts coat her tongue, teeth and gums. His finger
was slightly inside her pussy, it too slick. She held his ejaculate in
her mouth, enjoying the full feeling. Then she heard him say something she
had never heard. "Kiss me, now."
Releasing his limp penis, she moved up to his mouth, holding his
production in her mouth. They pressed lips. She felt his lips part and
his tongue slightly probe her lips. Opening wider, their tongues began to
dance in the sea of semen she held. After several moments he released
her. She smiled as she swallowed his most prized possession.
Safe in his embrace, they silently drove on home. Carrie knew
there were many discoveries awaiting her. Her excitement held steady as
she considered that fact.
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Subject: CARRIE (7/14) {PREG/MILK}
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PART SEVEN
Carrie had decided not to announce her pregnancy. She and Chris
were undecided about her working after the baby came, so she felt it wise
not to make the knowledge public. However, she noticed in the couple of
weeks following her initial doctor's visit that Anne was acting a little
different. Their friendship had grown much closer. they visited in each
other's homes frequently now. often talking about Anne's pregnancy.
Carrie suspected Anne knew about Carrie's pregnancy.
After school, Anne had invited Carrie to drop by on the way home,
to which Carrie had agreed. Carrie had stayed at the school about an hour
after Anne left. Carrie heard Anne call for her to "come on in" after
she rang the doorbell. Carrie opened the door, calling out, "Anne,, its
Carrie!"
"I'm in the den," Anne answered. Anne walked around the corner
from the den as Carrie turned back from closing the door. Carrie's
surprise
at seeing Anne in a night gown must have shown on her face. "I hope you
don't mind, I'm really beginning to get tired by the end of the day.
Most of the time, I just come home, change, and plop down on the couch,"
as Carrie sat down in the rocker near Anne on the couch.
"No problem. I'm sure its a drain on the bod." Carrie answered.
"I hope you don't mind me asking, is something going on with you?
Anne asked. "What do you mean?" Carrie asked, wondering if Anne
suspected Carrie's unannounced news.
"Well, I've noticed a change in you looks. I hope you don't mind
me saying, but you look like your breasts are larger. It looks like your
nipples stand out as much as mine." Carrie was secretly pleased that Anne
was comfortable enough to say such a thing. She had been hoping Anne
would become a person she could talk to in this new experience.
"We haven't said anything, but I'm pregnant. Almost through my
third month now!"
"Hey, congratulations! I thought you looked like it." Anne said
as she reached for Carrie's hand.
"I wondered if it showed. I don't need the maternity clothes,
except for the bra," Carrie smiled as she spoke. "I never knew I would
begin to grow there so soon."
"Amazing isn't it," Anne answered, the sound of experience in her
voice. "You haven't seen anything yet. They will keep growing and even
begin to leak something called colostrum, a kind of early milk, soon. I'm
even beginning to wear nursing pads. Best thing about coming home is
taking that thing off and getting comfortable," she said as she lifted a
breast with her hand through the gown.
"Actually, I can express a little even now. I do it every morning
and evening. Feels pretty good too," Carrie laughed.
Anne's next statement made Carrie's heart skip a beat. "Do you
think we look the same?"
"I don't know," Carrie said quietly. Then, with a high school
like giggle she said, "Want to find out?"
"I was hoping you would say that," Anne said already unbuttoning
the gown that only partially hid her flowering womanhood.
Carrie removed the suit jacked and began to unbutton her shirt,
revealing a thin, lacy soft cup bra that was obviously under a strain.
Carrie could not help herself at the sight of Anne's pregnant breasts.
They were so large and full it looked like they were resting on her
growing belly. "God, those are beautiful." Anne smiled as she
continued to watch Carrie. Carrie continued, "Your nipples and areola are
so large and dark. Are you always that way?"
"No, they get darker with pregnancy. You see this," Anne said
leaning forward, holding her nipple for Carrie to see. "This is some
colostrum that has dried." she said, picking the tiny flakes off with her
fingernail.
"Would you.." Carrie started but was interrupted by Anne. "Watch
this," Anne said. Carrie watched with fascination, forgetting to remove
her bra, as Anne began to massage the body of her huge breast. then,
using her thumb and forefinger, she began a scissor-like motion on the
edge of her areola. With each gently squeeze a small drop of thick, clear
yellowish fluid appeared on the tip of her nipple. After a few times, a
small stream began to creep down the side of the huge, erect, almost black
nipple until it began to flow over her finger.
"Ooohhh," was Carrie's first response, not realizing her left was
caressing her own left breast through the soft cup.
"Why don't you take that thing off and let me see you," was
Anne's response, a sensuous smile on her lips. Carrie unhooked the front
hook bra, and heard Anne gasp. "Carrie, their beautiful. I love the
reddish color. Matches your hair!" she grinned.
"I don't think I have that much," Carrie said as she reached up and
squeezed the firm nipple. She was greeted instantly with a drop of the
fluid. A couple more squeezes produced some more, but it was soon
apparent there was no more.
"You're not squeezing the right place. You have to work the milk
sinuses behind the nipple by working your areola. Here, let me show you,"
Anne said as she reached for Carrie's breast. The feel of a warm hand
massaging the globe of her breast created a tingle Carrie was not prepared
to experience. She moaned softly as she watched Anne's hand work the
breast. Anne's own breasts touched Carrie's arm. She did not move to
separate the two.
Looking through narrowed eyes, Carrie watched as Anne expertly
milked the virgin breast. She was fascinated as the colostrum flowed as
freely and abundantly as from Anne's breast.
"Why don't you work my other breast," Anne asked.
"You don't mind," Carrie asked? "I might not do it right.:"
"I probably have more than you, so it would be good practice."
was Anne's answer.
Carrie reveled in the heat of Anne's pregnant breast. She closed
her eyes as she begin to massage its fullness. It felt firm and full.
The nipple stood out. It required that Carrie use both hands. She heard
Anne's sigh as she began to slowly, rhythmically squeeze the areola.
Instantly a huge drop of the beautiful fluid appeared and ran down the
turgid nipple. After several seconds, Carrie's fingers were getting a
pretty good covering. Without thinking about how Anne would react, she
lifted her hand and began to lick the wonder off her fingers. Opening her
eyes, she saw that Anne was doing the same.
They paused, looking into each other's eyes. An animal desire
welled up inside Carrie matched only by what Anne was silently feeling.
Anne leaned back a little and lifted her breast, closing her eyes. Carrie
completely received the silent message and knelt on her knees between
Anne's legs.
Cupping Anne's free breast with her left hand, she placed her
hand under Anne's and lowered her face. Carrie paused to look closely at
the beautiful, dark nipple crowned with the coating of colostrum. Gently,
easily she extended her tongue to touch the mountain of mammary wonder.
Carrie touched the colostrum on the peak of Anne's nipple ever so gently
with the tip of her pink tongue and brought the drop into her mouth. This
first taste was so small Carrie could not really taste the wondrous fluid.
As Carrie paused, she looked closely at Anne's pregnant breast. The web
of veins shown clearly under her skin. Away from the nipple and areola
there was a fine, soft sampling of hair standing straight out.
Leaning forward, Carrie gently closed her lips around the base of
Anne's nipple, just where it emerged from the dark brown areola. Gently
she sucked on the firm flesh, feeling it stretch further into her mouth.
She began a slow rhythm that brought waves of pleasure to her.
So spellbound was Carrie that she almost failed to feel Anne's
renewed hand motions on her own nipple. But rather than a distraction, it
served to heighten Carrie's sensations. After a couple of minutes of
steady sucking, Anne slipped her finger into the corner of Carrie's mouth
breaking the suction.
"Sit up here on the couch," Anne instructed Carrie. Complying,
Carrie moved beside Anne. Anne then turned around and laid her head in
Carrie's lap, just below Carrie's swollen right breast. "The nursing
motions of an infant's mouth are a little different from what you are
doing," Anne said. " Watch closely as I nurse on you. You will feel my
gums on the outer edges of your areola. That's where the milk glands are
in your breast."
Anne leaned her mouth forward and engulfed Carrie's waiting
breast. She had no trouble taking all Carrie's areola into her mouth.
What Carrie was feeling was a totally new experience. This was definitely
different from anything she had ever felt with Chris. There was such a
surge of desire to hold Anne, to embrace her. Carrie held Anne's head in
her hand. The maternal instinct was intoxicating. Her only desire was to
supply the nursing mouth at her breast with an abundance of infant
nutrition. So powerful was the desire to hold and caress that Carrie's
free hand quite naturally encompassed Anne's sticky breast. She gently
massaged the firm nipple with her fingers.
Suddenly she noticed a change in Anne's suckling. It was more
erratic, more powerful. Her breathing was labored, hastened. And then
Anne's legs squeezed together, her body in shaking quivers. Carrie
realized through the fog of her own experience that Anne was having an
orgasm while suckling at Carrie's breast.
Seconds passed as Anne's climax passed. A smile appeared on
Anne's face as Carrie's firm nipple escaped from the attack it had
experienced.
"I've never had that happen. Of course, I've never had this kind
of experience. I'm sorry if I ...." Anne began.
"No, don't be. While this wasn't what I expected, it is okay. I
think I'm lucky to have such a good friend." Carrie smiled as she
replied.
They talked a few minutes. Finally, Carrie left and headed home.
That night, when Chris slipped under the bed covers beside Carrie,
she held him close. After moments of kissing, Carrie moved on top of her
husband. Gently, she swallowed and gripped her husband in the most
private way. Carrie leaned forward. "We need to get these things ready
for the baby. Would you help?" He grinned as he gently grasped Carrie's
breast. She lowered her waiting nipple to his mouth. He surrounded it
the say way she had grasped Anne's, at the base where it emerged from the
areola. Not enough to get milk, Carrie thought, but enough to increase
her
pleasure. She felt her nipple stretch to fill his mouth as his penis
stretched her deep inside. Soon she entered her own ecstasy of climax,
even before he filled her pussy with his semen.
Something was changing with Carrie. She was finding more ease in
giving herself to sexual expression. She wondered where it would all
lead, what she would experience in the future.
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From: milklover@aol.com (MilkLover)
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Subject: CARRIE (8/14) {PREG/MILK}
Date: 13 Jun 1996 19:56:09 -0400
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PART EIGHT
Saturday dawned a beautiful late winter, early spring day. Chris
had gotten up earlier and gone to the kitchen, returning with a bed tray
of breakfast. They ate together in bed fondling each other lightly,
listening to the radio. Chris noticed something on Carrie's gown at her
breasts and felt. It was some hardened material, like dried drops of some
liquid. "What's this?", he asked feeling the Carrie's firm nipple under
the place of notice.
Carrie looked and felt for herself. "I'm not sure," she replied.
Sitting up she pulled the gown over her head and turned it inside out.
"It may be that I've started leaking colostrum during the night. It's in
the right place."
"Let me look," he said as Carrie lay back down. She watched him,
like a child exploring a new toy, touch her breast. "There's something on
your nipple," he breathed heavily. Sure enough, dried bits of colostrum
had formed on the tips of Carrie's full, ruby red nipples. As he was
lightly touching her breasts, Carrie closed her eyes to the sudden surge
of
pleasure. Her hand had moved between her legs. She could feel the
moistness through her panties, a constant condition these days. She
opened her eyes as Chris squeezed her right nipple, immediately greeted by
the presence of a large drop of the wondrous substance that slowly began
to run down the peak. His hot tongue traced the golden material. She
could feel his firmness next to her leg.
"Let me try," she said. "I think you need to express lover,
squeezing on the areola." Carrie reached to her other breast, grasping it
at the outer edges of the ruby red areola as she remembered how Anne had
suckled her. The sudden appearance of colostrum was so abundant that it
flowed over both her thumb and finger that encircled the areola. An "ooo"
escaped simultaneously from both Carrie and Chris.
Chris started to lean over to lick and suck the warm substance
from his wife's breasts when she stopped him. "Would you help me?" His
smile was sincere as Chris nodded. "Help push the nipple up closer to my
mouth." Chris took the breast, sticky and wet, in his hand and pushed it
up toward his wife's open mouth. He could feel the disappointment in
Carrie as she leaned and bent her neck, trying to reach and suckle
herself.
She simply could not reach herself. "Let me put both pillows behind my
head." she said. Chris held his wife's breast closer to her mouth.
Still she could not engulf the wet waiting nipple in her lips. Secretly
resigning to her inability, Carrie extended her tongue and began to lick
the colostrum from herself. The feel of her own flesh with her tongue was
exhilarating.
As Carrie lay back and relaxed, Chris removed the damp panties from
his wife's body and gently moved on top of her. His enlarged penis easily
slipped into the hot wet pussy as Carrie moaned a smile. His slow
movements inside her felt exactly the way she desired. "Help me again"
she said looking at her full womanly breast.
Holding his weight with one hand , Chris grasped Carrie's breast
with the other, expressing another flow of her colostrum. Carrie bent
forward and again licked her own colostrum. Chris lowered his mouth and
their two tongues began a dance on her nipple and areola as he
rhythmically expressed.
It was only moments before Carrie arched her head back in a
soul-shaking orgasm. As she climaxed, Chris nibbled the nipple between
his teeth. The intensity sent Carrie into a rare second orgasm. The feel
on his penis was too much for Chris to resist. He slowly, but firmly
pushed his full length as deeply in her as he could and released his own
expression of desire.
It was several minutes before Chris pulled out of her. Carrie
slowly pulled and tugged her nipples in their moments of afterglow. He
took over the early morning ritual of preparation on one of Carrie's
breasts. Finally, smiling at him, she got up and moved to the shower.
Calling back over her shoulder, "I think we're going to have fun in those
maternity shops today!"
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Subject: CARRIE (9/14) {PREG/MILK}
Date: 13 Jun 1996 19:56:50 -0400
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PART NINE
Carrie had dressed very casual, knowing that there would be a lot
of clothes to try on for size. She had on her sweats, which felt pretty
good on the cool spring day. Needless to say, she was much more
comfortable with her expanding waist and bust. Chris was getting quite a
charge out of seeing her firm nipples wiggle under the cotton material as
she had went braless. He had tempted her to leave the panties off, but
she had drawn the line at that.
There were several stores she wanted to shop. They went first to
one of the malls. The "Maternity Boutique" wasn't very busy when they
entered. The two ladies appeared in their 30's. Carrie found several
dresses and jumpers she wanted to put on. Actually, Chris was a good
help, holding the outfits as she wandered the store. She was surprised
that he didn't seem too embarrassed. In the past, about the last thing he
wanted to do was go with her through the ladies' wear stores and
departments. This particular store seemed to have everything. Lingerie,
outerwear, shoes, even some books and literature.
"Hi, my name is Judy. May I help you?" the blond haired,
well-endowed sales person said as she walked up. "I'm just shopping for
several things," Carrie replied. I'm just getting to the point to need
these special clothes."
"Great! There are dressing rooms in the back. And it's nice to
see a Dad here," Judy said to Chris. "Let me know when you get ready to
try on some things. Also, if you need maternity or nursing bras, I can
get them from the counter."
"That's my next stop," Carrie replied. The threesome walked to the
counter. Judy began to explain the various styles and features. Chris
leisurely patted Carrie's fanny as they listened to Judy talk.
"How far are you in your pregnancy and what size are you?" Judy
asked.
"I'm starting my fifth month. I was hardly a full 34B before i
got pregnant, but I've gotten entirely too large for those bras. I'm not
sure what size I am now," Carrie said.
"Why don't we go back to the dressing room and I'll take your
measurements? Then I can bring several styles in your size." Judy
offered.
"Great," Carrie replied. The three moved to the back of the store.
Judy and Carrie entered the very spacious dressing room while Chris
stopped outside.
"It's all right Dad, you can come in. Maternity stores are
different from others. Besides, I'm sure your wife wants your opinion on
the clothes."
Chris hung the outfits on the hooks. Turning around, he watched
with more than mild interest as Carrie pulled the sweatshirt over her
head.
Carrie's breasts showed a heaviness that defied the effects of gravity.
The full bodies of mammary tissue stood out against Carrie's shapely
chest. The nipples were, as always, in their erect state. The dark red
areola formed perfect circles at the peak of the horizontal mountains.
Bluish veins formed patterns visible from under Carrie's skin. The effect
on Chris was instantaneous as he felt the stir between his legs.
"Let's get your bra size first. Can you hold your breasts up a
little?" Judy instructed. Carrie realized that this was the first time
she had ever had a formal sizing for a bra. She felt a warm flush move
across her breast and up her neck. "I hope I'm not red-faced," she
thought as Judy leaned forward just in front of the womanly wonders.
"You're a full 36 inches. No doubt you'll grow more as your
pregnancy progresses. Let me measure for your cup size, although I'm sure
you're a C-cup." Judy said in what sounded like an attempt at a
professional voice.
Carrie released her breasts, revealing nipples that looked to Chris
as if they were 3/4 of an inch long. Both Chris and Carrie watched
closely
as Judy moved the tape measure up over Carrie's breasts. Her hand brushed
Carrie's skin as she placed the tape directly over the erect nipples.
"You're already producing colostrum I see," Judy said. The cloth
tape measure showed two wet spots when Carrie looked down. "Thirty-nine,
yes a full C-cup. If you've been wearing B-cup bras you've no doubt been
uncomfortable." Judy said. "I'll be back in a couple of minutes with some
samples."
Judy left the dressing room. Chris walked over to Carrie and
placed took one of Carrie's wet nipples between his fingers. "You are a
sexy thing!" he said. Chris lowered his head and began to gently suckle
the nipple. Carrie absent-mindedly began to rub her other nipple. For a
few moments she closed her eyes to the pleasure she felt. "You've got to
stop before she comes back," Carrie said to Chris as she gave his crotch a
playful thump.
Releasing the nipple, Chris gave her a quick kiss on the lips and
stepped back. Only seconds later Judy returned with several bras. She
opened the package of one of bras and gave it to Carrie. Carrie listened
to
Judy's sales talk as she reached behind to close the hooks. "It's durable
washable cotton, wide straps and can accommodate some of the size increase
you're going to see in the weeks to come. This is a 36C, but probably
won't get you all the way through your pregnancy. You'll probably need
more then. How does it feel?"
Carrie stood in front of the mirror, marveling at the size of the
bra cups she now filled. They were quite comfortable, and yet she could
tell that much more breast would test the capacity of even this garment.
"Much better than what I've been wearing. That's part of the
reason I didn't wear mine today." Carrie said. "Are they all underwire?
I really would prefer non-underwire."
"Most are, but not all. You're going to have to get used to being
different from a perky 34B," Judy said.
Carrie took off the bra and began to try on the others. Her
preference was, of course, the soft cup ones. Even though her nipples
clearly showed through them, they felt the best.
"I also brought some nursing bras. I didn't know if you were
going to nurse the baby. If you do, you'll probably need larger ones
then, but you could get used to the idea, and they can be useful during
pregnancy for getting your nipples prepared." Judy said. "I'm nursing
now and although they aren't the prettiest things in the world, they are
extremely practical."
"I will be nursing the baby. Let me try them too." Carrie
answered. She first put on a back hook type, soft cup.
"The cup opens like this. You can easily learn to open it with
one hand," Judy said. But when Carrie attempted, she couldn't manage the
action smoothly. "It takes some practice. Here, let me show you, if you
don't mind?"
"Please," Carrie answered. Judy unbuttoned the blouse to reveal a
bra filled with milk-making substance. "Watch," she told Carrie. In a
smooth motion she pressed the release and lowered the cup revealing a
breast slightly larger than Carrie's. The areola and nipple were a
radiant
pink color. And then, as she watched, drops of white milk began to appear
on the crown of the nipple.
"Sorry, its about the time for me to pump." Judy blushed slightly
as she took a single finger and pushed the nipple back into her breast.
"This is how you stop the let-down reflex."
It was obvious to Judy that both Carrie and Chris were amazed and
spell-bound by the sudden event. Feeling suddenly warm, Judy said, "I'll
let you try these others and wait for you at the counter." She closed the
cup of the bra, re-buttoned the blouse and left by saying, "Call me if you
want to try some others."
Carrie tried several of the nursing bras, with quite a bit of
playful help from Chris. She selected one that fit very nicely and tried
on the outfits. Several of them were nursing outfits and wearing the
nursing bra allowed her to "test" their practicality. After close to half
an hour, Carrie and Chris emerged form the dressing room and went to the
counter.
"I'll take these. We left the others in the dressing room," Carrie
said.
"Great!" Judy answered beginning to register the purchases.
Bagging the clothes, with the several bras, Judy placed several
complimentary magazines in the sack. "Thank you, and we hope to see you
again."
Leaving the store, Carrie leaned over and whispered in Chris's ear,
"If we had stayed there much longer, I would have needed your help for
more than clothes." She quickly flicked her tongue playfully in his ear.
"You don't know the half of it. When she started leaking milk, I
almost came in my pants." Chris grinned as he spoke.
"Some day soon, I'll be nursing you all you want!" Carrie smiled,
promising to herself to explore all the sensations of pregnancy and
lactation.
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Subject: CARRIE (10/14) {PREG/MILK}
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PART TEN
The day Carrie and Chris spent shopping for maternity clothes for
her went quickly. Carrie had bought clothes for school, casual,
sleepwear,
and lingerie. In several of the shops she had Chris with her as she tried
on the different items. In some of the shops, he had to wait out on the
sales floor. They had even gone by a bookstore in the mall and bought
some more books on pregnancy, childbirth and breastfeeding. She had
purchased some breast cream in one of the maternity stores.
Needless to say, Chris had been aroused all day long. Not
surprisingly, so had Carrie. More than once she had expressed a few drops
of colostrum on her finger before coming out of the dressing room. She
would casually wife it on his lips. Even once she had dipped her finger
into her always wet and sticky pussy for him, not missing the opportunity
to taste herself, while he was with her in the dressing room.
Back at home that evening, she put on a fashion show, concluding
with the bras and nursing gowns. Eventually passion surpassed reason.
Lying beside each other, they took turns massaging breast cream
into each others nipples and breasts. Fully aroused herself, Carrie sat
up. "Come here and lay your head in my lap. Let me try out this nursing
gown with you," she said. Chris complied instantly, his face just before
the slits that would release her breasts into view. Using her free hand,
she guided her breast out of the opening that would one day serve as a
fountain of mother's milk. She compressed the areola just where the color
began. Predictably a stream of colostrum began to slide out and down the
firm, dark red nipple.
Having learned the technique of nursing better, Chris engulfed his
wife's nipple and areola, the outer ring of the color just visible at his
lips. His compressions on her milk glands and suction on her womanly
nipple instantly created the building sensations throughout her body.
Chris slipped his hand into the other slit and began to fondle her other
nipple. He expertly massaged the full mass and began to express colostrum
from the free nipple, the sticky drops on his finger. Carrie bent low to
lick her production from his finger.
Sensing her growing sexual tension, he lifted the breast to her
mouth. With his fingers he could feel her tongue flicking her own nipple,
which he continued to squeeze for more of the wondrous fluid. His own
suckling had grown erratic as his penis jumped free of the covers, pulsing
with each heartbeat.
His moaning was the signal that Carrie understood. She took his
penis in her hand and leaned over to receive the head in her mouth while
Chris was firmly attached to her breast. Only moments passed until she
felt his body grow rigid. She released all but the head of his penis as
his semen shot into her mouth, warm and salty. She had grown to enjoy the
taste. His ejaculation brought her own mounting tension to release, even
without direct stimulation of her pussy.
Having taken all he had into her mouth, she held the warm thick
masculinity, weaving her tongue all through the result of his climax.
Chris released her nipple from lips. With fascination, he watched as
Carrie opened her mouth at her nipple, allowing the semen to flow over her
unsuckled breast.
Chris adjusted himself slightly in the bed and began to lick off
her sticky breast, eventually bringing Carrie to another orgasm. Finally
they kissed long and tenderly.
Not satisfied, Carrie pushed him over on his back to mount him.
Licking him, the limpness soon grew rigid again. With deliberate passion,
she began twisting his tiny nipples. Straddling him, she engulfed him and
began her assault. The sessions of kegel exercises had already reaped
benefits. In just a few minutes she succeeded in pumping another
explosion from his tool. Lowering herself, she whispered to him, "Now I
have something to keep with me while I sleep."
And sleep they did, exhausted and fulfilled.
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Subject: CARRIE (11/14) {PREG/MILK}
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PART ELEVEN
Carrie's pregnancy was moving quite nicely. She had had very few
of the discomforts. In reality, she had never felt better or felt more
satisfied with her looks. Her growing tummy and breasts had become a
source or provide satisfaction.
Jennifer ushered her into the examination room, asking her to
disrobe before leaving the room. She slipped out of her pants and
maternity top, removed the bra and panties, and took the examination wrap.
Her nipples were crusted in the colostrum, as usual these days. Her
breasts criss-crossed with blue veins, providing a colorful contrast to
the pink skin and ruby red areola and nipple.
Doctor Mayer and Jennifer, his nurse, returned momentarily.
Eventually, Carrie took her place on the table, feet in the stirrups. As
she lay there she thought of the changes. Her breasts, hardly visible
when she lay on her back before the pregnancy, now formed twin mountains,
still larger than her growing belly. She easily accommodated the doctor's
exam, hardly flinching due to the constant state of lubrication.
As he made a quick visual exam of her breasts, the intercom called
for him. "Jennifer, finish up here and I'll be back in a moment," he
instructed Jennifer. Jennifer made a some notes on the chart and then did
a breast exam. She carefully felt the bulk of Carrie's breasts, moving in
the concentric circles toward the areola and nipple. By the time she was
ready to do the traditional "squeeze" Carrie's breasts already had a slow
moving yellowish stream down the mountains.
"Carrie, are you planning to breastfeed?" Jennifer asked.
"Yes, I am and I am looking forward to it. It must be a wonderful
experience," she replied.
"The Lactation Center is just down the building in Suite 107.
They specialize in information, pump rental and those kinds of things.
They will even do an exam for inverted nipples, which you obviously don't
have," Jennifer explained. "Their fees for pump rental are their only
charges. Many of our mothers find them helpful, even in pregnancy. I
would suggest you pay them a visit. The literature we have given you is
very basic. They are much more thorough."
"Thanks, I will. Do I make an appointment or just stop by?"
Carrie asked.
"If they are very busy you might need to make an appointment.
Usually you can just stop in," she said. "By the way, breast milk is
supposed to be a good nipple treatment if you want to massage in your
colostrum in to your nipples and areola." Jennifer said as she finished
making notes on the chart.
Carrie was grateful for the chance to touch herself. She still lay
fully exposed on the exam table. She silently wondered if Jennifer knew
about her almost constant state of arousal. Using her index finger she
massaged in the yellow fluid, using the new exudations of the substance as
she worked her areolae.
The rest of the visit went normally, with the exception that the
doctor wanted her to begin twice a month visits now.
Carrie moved down the sidewalk to the suite clearly labeled "The
Lactation Center." "I'll bet Chris sure wishes he were able to come with
me today," she thought as she opened the door.
Carrie was totally unprepared for what she saw. A comfortable
waiting room greeted her, complete with the usual chairs, tables and
magazines. The surprise that greeted her were the pictures on the wall.
Scattered across the room were poster size photos of women nursing babies.
Some looked almost as if the baby was simply asleep in mother's arms.
Others show exposed breasts, some with milk flowing from the nipples
either in drops or spraying from several openings. The sights mirrored
those on the breastfeeding video she had gotten from Dr. Mayer's office
weeks earlier.
Carrie couldn't keep from taking a deep breath as she made a
complete circular visual exam of the room. What kind of new experience
was she in for? Not boring by any means.
As a receptionist asked," May I help you?", Carrie knew this could
be fun.
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Subject: CARRIE (12/14) {PREG/MILK}
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PART TWELVE
The receptionist, wearing a name tag with "Judy," faced her. "May
I help you? I can see you have a little one on the way."
Carrie responded, "Hi. My name is Carrie. I'm a patient of Dr.
Mayer, a few doors down. He and his nurse recommended I drop by. Yes I'm
expecting and plan to nurse. So I cam just to see what services, advice
might be available."
"Great! I'm Judy, one of the certified lactation consultants
here." Judy said, her smile and voice genuinely warm and friendly. "We
are a consultant and pump rental service. With the recommendation of your
doctor, our consultations are at no charge, unless we visit in your home.
The rental fees for the pumps provide all the income of the service."
Judy continued. "We offer initial evaluations, literature, video
tapes, telephone support, hospital consultations as well as rental on
different types of breast pumps. Is this your first baby?"
"Yes it is! Guess it probably shows. I know this may sound
foolish, but I have never had a relative who nursed a baby, so the only
things I know are the things I have read. Guess women should know all
about this."
"No reason to be embarrassed. With smaller families and people
moving faraway from their families its not uncommon for women to give
birth and having never seen nursing. Some don't even seem to know what is
happening to their breasts through pregnancy and after birth when their
milk comes in." Judy explained. "Why don't you come back and lets see
what we can help you with."
Carrie agreed and walked through the door to a consultation room in
the back. It was much like an office crossed with a medical examination
room. On the way two other women, consultants she guessed, spoke to her.
She could hear muffled conversation behind one closed door.
Entering room marked No. 4, Judy led Carrie to a chair and took a
seat behind a desk. the first few minutes were spent in getting the usual
medical history and progress of pregnancy.
"What we usually do in this first visit is an initial breast exam,
provide some literature, answer questions and show you the various pumps
we have for rental as well as some you might purchase from pharmacies. Is
that okay with you?" Judy asked.
"Sure, that's why I'm here." Carrie answered.
"Okay, if you'll remove your blouse and bra, let's examine your
breasts."
Carrie complied as Judy got a clipboard and rather large magnifying
glass. Judy moved out from behind the desk and placed a chair in front of
Carrie. "What changes have you noticed in your breasts since you became
pregnant?" Judy asked.
"Well," Carrie began, "my breasts have gotten larger and heavier.
I was only a 34B, but now 36 C bras are getting pretty tight. My nipples
and areola have gotten a lot larger and darker. There are some bumps that
have shown up on my areola. And, of course, there is some fluid that
seeps from my nipples, especially if I squeeze them."
"Very good," Judy nodded. Those are all normal and expected
changes. Your breasts are preparing for the job of nourishing your baby.
Can you feel the glands inside your breasts?"
Carrie moved her hand to her right breast and began to examine
them, similar to her monthly breast exams. "Yes I can. They have really
gotten noticeable, different that what I felt before pregnancy."
"Again, that's normal. And the bumps and glands you feel will be
constantly changing with the production of milk." Judy pointed to the
drop of colostrum that was beginning to form on the end of Carrie's
nipple.
"You will have more colostrum in the first 2-3 days after birth. It is
the perfect food for newborns. Expressing some will help stretch the milk
glands and milk pools in a woman who is in her first pregnancy. There is
nothing nasty about it. It is just an early form of milk. You may be
able to express as much as a teaspoon from each breast in the last month
of pregnancy."
"My husband has been helping me with some stimulation and nipple
preparation." Carrie said. "Any problem with that?"
"Not at all. In fact, that will probably help the two of you stay
even closer during all these transitions." Judy said. Reaching for
Carrie's left breast she continued. "If you squeeze behind the nipple,
here at the edge of the areola, you will notice that the most colostrum
is expressed because that is where the milk pools are located. In fact,
that is where the baby will bite down with her gums to force the milk from
your breasts down through the nipple into her mouth. I can tell also that
you don't have any problem with inversion of nipples."
Carrie was feeling definite arousal as Judy held her breast. Her
hands were soft, yet her motions had a firmness that conveyed experience
and confidence.
Judy continued. "Take the magnifying glass and look closely at
your nipple as I again express some colostrum. You will see it come from
several openings in your nipple." Carrie watch with genuine interest and
growing excitement as Judy expressed again, very slowly this time. Sure
enough, through the magnifying glass she could see the fluid appear
through several openings before it combined into one sticky drop.
"When your milk comes in, you will probably experience milk
spraying in several tiny openings from your nipples if they are uncovered.
Its kind of funny, but the jets don't all point in the same direction,
sometimes going in several directions. I sometimes nurse my baby topless,
for the closeness, and milk sprays in four or five directions if I don't
have a towel or bra over my breast," Judy explained.
"You are nursing now?" Carrie asked. Continuing she said, "I cant
imagine seeing that much milk coming from a woman's breast."
"You wouldn't be offended if I showed you?" Judy asked with a
subtle smile.
"Not at all. I just want to learn all I can about lactation and
nursing."
"Okay," Judy said. Carrie watched as Judy unbuttoned her blouse
completely, to reveal breasts that must have been D cup size. There were
pads covering each nipple that could be seen through the cotton material.
"I'll have to relax and concentrate to achieve a strong letdown reflex"
Judy said as she unclasped both cups, revealing beautifully tanned breasts
with almost black areolae and nipples. Carrie couldn't help but gasp as
the sight. She had never wanted to reach out and touch another woman so
much. In fascination she watched as Judy closed her eyes in concentration
and relaxation.
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Subject: CARRIE (13/14) {PREG/MILK}
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PART THIRTEEN
Carrie watched with deep interest as Judy closed her eyes in
concentration. Judy's tanned breasts were topped with the dark brown
areolae and nipples. As she watched, Carrie saw large nipples, begin to
grow erect. They were as big around as her finger and reached out almost
an inch. Unconsciously Carrie's hand found the feel of her own nipple
that
Judy had been examining just moments earlier. She gave no thought to the
vulnerability of being in an unlocked exam room.
With her face no more than two feet from Judy's enormous breasts,
Carrie's eyes grew wide as a tiny drop of white began to appear at the tip
of Judy's nipples. It took all the control she had not to reach out and
touch the wonder. Within seconds the drop on each nipple grew so large
that it fell onto Judy's thigh. It was replaced instantly with another.
The drops began to fall at a rate of one a second, soon changing to a
constant dribble. Judy still sat still, with her eyes closed in
concentration.
Her concentration then was broken with a sigh from Judy's throat.
The sigh was followed with a rush of milk to the pools underneath the
areola that resulted in several tiny jets a milk that began to spray from
the large erect nipples. Carrie's mouth opened involuntarily as 7 to 8
tiny lines of milk extended in various directions, one directly toward her
face. The drops of milk played on her face until she moved her mouth to
intercept the stream, resulting in a pool of milk that began to form under
her tongue.
Judy opened her eyes to slits and gazed at the jet of milk
spraying across 2 feet of space directly into Carrie's mouth. She smiled
as she watched Carrie's fingers pulling on her own nipples. She didn't
want to interrupt the moment, but she knew the other consultants might not
realize how casually this situation had emerged.
Deliberately releasing a louder sigh, she heard Carrie move back.
Judy then opened her eyes, noticing the droplets of milk on Carrie's face.
Judy broke the silence. " I should go ahead and pump since I am flowing
so freely." Judy got up, drops of milk still freely flowing from her
nipples, and moved to a table where the twin funnels of a professional
breast pump rested. She quickly turned on the pump and inserted her
breasts into the receptacles.
"I was planning to explain these to you anyway. This is our
deluxe model breast pump. It pumps both breasts simultaneously. There is
an automatic cycling feature for the suction. You can set the frequency
and intensity of the suction. The other pumps only pump one breast at a
time. And, they don't have automatic suction regulation. The manual
ones can actually pump the milk better than the smaller battery models.
You can create some strong suction with them." Judy explained.
Carrie was fascinated at the action of the pump on Judy's breasts.
With each cycle of suction Judy's areoalae and nipples would be pulled
into the horns of the pump, releasing fresh jets or milk that collected in
the bottles. Each nipple poured forth their bounty through multiple
openings in the tips. Judy sat, leaning slightly forward. Her
magnificent, heavy breasts appeared larger than before as they hung like
twin udders from her chest. Carrie felt the hot flush of sexual
excitement
moving across her chest, up her neck to her face. Nonchalantly she
glanced down to see a small dark spot of wetness in the crotch of her
pants.
Judy continued. "Carrie, please hold the horns onto my breasts."
Carrie complied instantly and watched as Judy began to alternately massage
her breasts behind the trapped areolae. Each massage produced the
expected profusion of milk from the nipple. After several minutes, the
flow of milk had diminished to just a few drops with each cycle of massage
and suction. Judy reached over and turned off the machine. She took the
horns from Carrie and placed them on the table. The milk collected easily
filled an eight ounce bottle when combined.
"Will I ever produce that much?" Carrie asked.
"Most women can, especially if its been several hours since you
nursed. Actually, you should not let your breasts get this full. Full
breasts signal the brain to slow production. So you want to keep your
breasts emptied every couple of hours." Judy rinsed the horns out and
turned to Carrie. "Would you like to get the feel of this pump?"
"It will be okay?" Carrie asked, already sitting down next to the
pump.
"Sure. That's part of the reason you came isn't it?"
Carrie leaned forward, allowing her breasts to hang out in the same
way as Judy. She held the horns close to her breasts as Judy took her
breasts and guided them, one by one, into the horns. Carrie was
unprepared for the sensation she felt as Judy turned on the machine.
Carrie watched with open mouth as the cycles of suction pulled and tugged
her nipples deeply into the horns. Immediately drops of colostrum formed
on her nipples. Each few seconds a thick, sticky drop fell from the dark
pink tips.
"I need to go put this milk into the refrigerator. I'll be back
in a moment. The suction is set about medium. You can control it with
this knob." Judy said and then left the room.
Sexual tension was growing rapidly deep inside Carrie. The taste
and sight of Judy's milk had already lifted her to a higher plateau of
excitement. Now, with the pump working her hot pregnant breasts, she
moved quickly closer to climax. She managed to turn the suction to
maximum. She grimaced as the pink turned to deep red. The blood inside
her breasts was being pulled to her nipples and areola. Nipples were
stretched to an inch long and the machine rhythmically pulled and released
them.
Quite unexpectedly Carrie climaxed into a quivering orgasm. Never
had she experienced such intensity from nipple stimulation. Silently she
was thankful that Judy was not there to distract her. It felt good to
release the tension.
Eventually Judy returned. She offered Carrie some breast cream
which Carrie massaged onto the very sensitive nipples. It was a forgone
conclusion that she would rent the pump immediately and use it to continue
preparing her breasts for the job of feeding her soon to be born infant.
Carrie thought to herself as she left with the pump in its plain
box how much this little device was going to do more than just relieve her
breasts.
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Subject: CARRIE (14/14) {PREG/MILK}
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PART FOURTEEN
Carrie's pregnancy had progressed quite quickly it seemed to her.
She was less than 2 months from her due date. She had continued to give
much attention to her now 38c breasts. Her nipples and areola were a dark
wine red color. The drops of colostrum she expressed several times a day
had grown to almost a teaspoon from each breast each time. Hungrily she
licked the thick yellow fluid from her nipples as it exuded with each
rhythmic suction of the breast pump or the expert compression of the milk
pools behind the areola she or Chris used. The stimulation of her breasts
kept her in a state of at least mild arousal if not on the verge of orgasm
almost constantly.
It had been a while since she had visited Anne. That day she had
called and would visit that afternoon after school. Carrie's heart
pounded
in her chest, causing her bosom to thump with each beat as she rang the
door bell. When Anne opened the door, their eyes met with a grin as each
woman reached out to embrace.
"Gosh, its great to see you. Boy, have you grown or what!" Anne
said as she closed the door behind Carrie. "You must be growing a toddler
in there," she said as her hand affectionately rubbed Carrie's huge belly.
"Yeah, its jumping around like on a trampoline most of the time!
Its been amazing to think there's a baby hiding in there. And all from a
simple act of intercourse." Carrie said excitedly. "I would never have
imagined the feelings and sensations from pregnancy. Its the most
wonderful thing a woman could ever experience."
"Well tell me," Anne asked as they sat on the sofa, "are you
still planning to nurse?"
"Absolutely, " Carrie answered. "I've been expressing or pumping
several times a day. Chris suckles me morning, afternoon and bedtime too.
I love the feeling, not to mention the orgasms it often gives me."
"You've got to realize that the baby suckles somewhat different
than an adult or a pump. You need to experience that to really know what
breastfeeding is like." Anne offered, with a smile.
Carrie's eyes shone as she talked. "I am really looking forward to
it. I sometimes think I could go all day long with someone latched on to
my breast."
Anne asked, "Would you like to feel my daughter suckle you? It's
time for me to get her from a nap. Being sleepy, she'd most likely latch
on to you instantly."
"Could I?" Carrie asked as she sat up on the edge of the sofa.
"I think all three of us would enjoy this. Let me go get her
while you take off your blouse and bra. Its much nicer to nurse
topless." Anne said as she got up and left.
Carrie's breathing was deeper and more frequent as she removed her
blouse and the confining bra. Her breasts had not been stimulated since
lunch, and she ached for attention to them. The room was warm as Anne
returned with the sleeping baby in her arms. Leaning over, she handed the
infant to Carrie.
Whispering softly, Anne spoke. "God, you are beautiful girl.
You definitely don't have inverted nipples. Let you nipple rub the corner
of her mouth and she will root toward you. When she opens very wide, put
your nipple and most of your areola in her mouth. She'll do the rest."
Carrie's breast never felt hotter as the baby stirred against her
naked belly and chest. Her head moved around in a searching way. Finally
she opened her mouth wide and Carrie, using her left hand, guided her
breast to the baby's mouth. A groan came from deep within Carrie as the
baby grasped the huge breast, immediately compressing the milk pools under
the areola with a force Carrie didn't think possible from an infant. For
a
minute of so the baby continued to suckle Carrie's pregnant breast as she
felt a mixture of maternal and sexual feelings.
Abruptly the baby released the breast. She started whimpering as
if about to cry.
"Since you don't have milk yet, she's not getting anything. We
need to entice her to continue nursing your breast." Anne said as she
began to remover her pull-over sweat shirt to expose a braless bosom,
surprisingly not as big as Carrie. Anne sat on the sofa next to Carrie,
facing her. "I'm going to drip some of my milk on your breast. With the
taste of the milk, I think she will continue to nurse. And I can let some
leak on you right at the corner of her mouth and she'll be getting some of
my milk as she suckles on you. Is that okay?"
"Oh please do." Carrie asked almost breathlessly. Anne leaned
near so as to place her nipple next to Carrie's breast and manually
expressed. Instantly several jets of milk covered Carrie's nipple,
areola,
and breast with small drops, some running down her pregnant belly. Carrie
leaned the baby near her nipple again and the infant latched on with
renewed vigor. While the baby nursed, Anne allowed her now steadily
dripping nipple to drip where Carrie's areola disappeared into the baby's
mouth.
Several minutes passed as Carrie's eyes finally closed in
imagination and excitement. She felt, rather than saw, Anne lean and
whisper in her ear, "I need to remove the milk from my breasts if you are
going to suckle the baby."
When Carrie opened her eyes slightly, she saw beside her face
Anne's other breast, milk drops appearing on and dripping off the nipple
at a rate of 3 or four a second. Carrie felt the baby's hypnotizing
rhythm
at her breast. She smelled the fresh milk from Anne's breasts. Her head
leaned toward the dripping breast as Anne's hand held the back of Carrie's
auburn hair. Opening her mouth, she took Carrie's milky breast and began
to imitate the suckling action attached to her own breast.
Warm, sweet milk swirled into her mouth with each suck. She found
an abundance that required swallowing after only 2 or 3 sucks. There,
with the sticky feeling and sweet smell of mother's milk she gave suck as
she suckled herself. It was no surprise that her mounting sexual
excitement grew rapidly.
Anne, too, felt an excitement mounting in her. One hand was
occasionally squeezing milk from one breast as her other hand held
Carrie's
soft hair, pulling her face to the breast. Her soft hair draped the
breast Carrie was suckling. She slipped one leg between Carrie's legs and
began to slide her wet pussy back and forth over Carrie's leg.
Maybe it was coincidence or minor miracle. The two women entered
the climax of orgasm together. A throaty "OOOHhhhhhhhhh" escaped from
Anne's mouth as she felt a fresh rush of milk from her breasts, one
releasing onto Carrie's belly, the other into her mouth. She knew Carrie
had climaxed too, for she felt her teeth suddenly bite down on the nipple,
sending a wondrous sensation of pain through the nipple.
Carrie felt an orgasm of unexperienced intensity. The grasp of the
baby on one nipple while she tugged and twisted the other, the feeling of
warm milk squirting into her own mouth, all was more than she could
control. She involuntarily felt her teeth clamp down on Anne's nipple.
After a blessed eternity of ecstasy, Carrie released Anne's nipple
and leaned back on the sofa. Anne stood up on shaky legs and took
Carrie's hand helping her to her feet. Leading her into the bedroom, Anne
helped Carrie lie on the bed, surprisingly with the baby still attached.
"Let her change breasts." Anne said. Quickly, Carrie rolled to
position the baby on her other breast. Anne they lay beside her, higher
up in the bed with the baby between them. Anne positioned her other,
full breast near Carrie's face. There was no need for words.
There in the warm bed, the two women lay. The infant lay,
contentedly suckling Carrie's breast as Carrie began to suckle the
milk-laden breast Anne offered. The last thing Carrie thought as she
dozed off to sleep was how she hoped she would never wake up.