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 grade book and papers in her
briefcase, she eased the Honda out of the garage and down the street to school.
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
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.
Chapter 4
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.
Chapter 5
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 scratchiest. 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.
Chapter 6
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.
Chapter 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 body." 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.
Chapter 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!"
Chapter 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.
Chapter 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.
Chapter 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 aureole. 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 a
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