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4/1/2007

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"It's a pretty good life, " Carrie thought
as she stood looking at the rising sun through the kitchen
window.

She was twenty-three 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 got 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 orgasm'd 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 got 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 coloured 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.











"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 six 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 five:thirty. 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 six: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 neighbourhood
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 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.









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.



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 five foot
three one two " 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.



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 nine 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 signalled 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.



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 four 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 realised 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 breast-feeding. 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.



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 realising 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 colour.
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.quot; "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 laboured,
hastened. And then Anne's legs squeezed together,
her body in shaking quivers. Carrie realised 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.



PART EIGHT Saturday dawned a beautiful late winter, early
spring day. Chris had got 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!"


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 bra-less. 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 thirty'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 got 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 realised 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 three four 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 colour. 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.



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 breast-feeding.
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 colour 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 colour 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.



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 Centre 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 labelled
"The Lactation Centre."

"I'll bet Chris sure wishes he were able to come
with me today, " she thought as she opened the door.


Carrie

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