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CARRIE:  Chapter 1



 "It's a pretty good life," Carrie thought as she stood looking at

the rising sun through the kitchen window.  She was 23 years old, had

graduated from college, married.  Both she and her husband Chris had good

jobs.  They weren't rich, but certainly comfortable for a young couple. 

Chris was a great guy.  He didn't play around.  Always thought about her

first.  

 Surprising to her, their marriage had settled into a casual

routine that didn't seem possible after those first months.  There had

been some wild times.  Weekend getaways, making love every night, life was

a constant thrill. Not that it was bad  now, but it had gotten a little

predictable.  Satisfying, but predictable.

 As Carrie looked at the pill in her hand, she thought about Chris

showering, and about their early morning "quickie."  It felt good to make

love in the morning, though it was usually pretty hurried.  She rarely

orgasmed in these encounters.  She had discovered that she usually needed

more time than that.  But that was okay.  Carrie felt a fulfillment in

meeting Chris's needs.  In a way, it was nice having "a part of him" with

her during the day, even if it disappeared by lunch. Such was the

expression of his love she held deep inside, clinging to the cervix of her

womb. 

 She remembered reading the notes on her first "pill-pak", the

warnings.  Among those was the possibility of diminished libido, breast

tenderness, confusing data about cancer.  This little pill was a blessing

and curse.  Safety from pregnancy, suppression of urges.  Occasional

bloating when even clothes didn't fit perfectly.  

 Maybe they were ready.  One of the Kindergarten teachers across

the hall at Elm Street 

Elementary School seemed very happy as she announced the news of her

second child.  She didn't seem to mind the prospect of getting huge. 

Carrie and Chris had talked a little about starting a family.  They had

even switched to "natural" family planning for a while several months ago.

 That was quite an experience!  Daily thermometer readings, mucus

sampling, charting.  It felt somehow different, better not having the

hormones controlling her body.  If nothing else, it confirmed the effects

of the pill.  For those months the bloating never occurred.  There was

some relief from worrying about the "c" word.  Actually, she learned more

about her own reproductive biology then than all through college.  Most

surprising was the change in libido.  But she and Chris had decided then

was not the time.  So, back to the pill.  It was an acceptable trade-off. 

   

 In the meantime, Chris had finished showering and had dressed.  A

quick kiss and he was gone.  Carrie showered fairly quickly.  Not so

hurriedly to not appreciate the time she spent running each week.  She had

never been athletic in high school, but her roommate in college had gotten

her started running.  She had run 10K's and even one marathon.  Wasn't

that an accomplishment!  She found that with the running, she had achieved

and kept the best physical shape of her life.  And she didn't have to

watch her diet much either!  

 As the soap covered her body, she admired her well-defined legs. 

Her flat stomach, hardened by the sit-ups, allowed the bright red bush to

stand out even more.  "If I just had more to stand out up top," she

thought.  They were barely 34B's.  The light colored areola, barely

visible from a distance, provided a backdrop for modest nipples.  "At

least not much for gravity to pull down," she smiled.  

  Having dried and massaged in the aromatic body lotion, she

strategically placed the drops of perfume.  The light, soft cup bra

provided all the support she would need.  Rarely did her nipples show

through even the clingiest of tops, one of which she would wear.  "Well,

first graders won't notice anyway!"

 Anne, the teacher who had recently announced her second

pregnancy, wasn't so fortunate.  She had the appearance of having two

marbles under her top all the time.  Carrie couldn't help noticing Anne a

couple of days earlier.  Carrie swore she could see the outline of huge

areola, but they couldn't have been that large.  It must be one of the

difficulties of pregnancy.  She would have to do some reading about

sometime.  

 Enough daydreaming.  Gathering the gradebook and papers in her

briefcase, she eased the Honda out of the garage and down the street to

school.



CARRIE, Chapter 2



 "I like teaching, but I like to see them get on that bus, too!"

Carrie remarked to Anne at the loading ramp.  

               "So do I.  Listen, Carrie, don't you have one of the

Kindergarten counting lines?" asked the Kindergarten teacher.

   "Sure, come by the room.  I think I have it here rather than at

home."  Carrie replied.  "I'll be there in a few minutes.  I have a parent

conference first."

 About thirty minutes later Carrie walked into the room.  "How do

you keep this place so well organized?  I just can't seem to manage

everything."  Anne commented.

 "You have extra responsibilities at home that I don't have.  I

usually put in extra time each 

afternoon.  You have that little one to pick up from the daycare and take

home."  Carrie replied.  "And I 

hear you're going to add to the family!"

 "Well, that will be a while, after school's out next summer.  I'm

only about 6 weeks along.  But far enough to know and feel it, that for

certain.  At least I get to finish out the school year.  We sure need the

income right now." was Anne's return.

 Carrie nodded in agreement.  "I understand that.  By the way, the

counting line is at home.  I could bring it tomorrow, or you could drop by

our home this evening and pick it up."

 "You sure that won't be a problem?"

 "Not at all.  Chris won't be home till around eleven.  Don't you

know where we live?"

 Anne appeared grateful.  "Sure, and that would be great.  I'll

come by around seven.  See you then."

 Carrie finished preparing materials for the next day and headed

home.  A quick stop at the grocer and cleaners and she arrived home around

5:30.  Quickly she changed and headed out for her afternoon run.  It was a

good time for her.  The solitude relaxed her and the fitness benefits

added a measure of satisfaction, too.  

 She ran up the driveway at 6:40, just enough time for a quick

shower before Anne arrived.  The warm water relaxed tense muscles.  The

leisurely, peaceful moment was interrupted by the door chime.  Turning the

water off and wrapping in her robe she hurried to the door.  Through the

peephole she saw Anne and opened the door.

 "Come on in.  Sorry how I look.  I just finished my run with a

quick shower. Make yourself at home while i get dressed."  Carrie moved

into the bedroom hearing Anne's "thanks."  "Nice home.  Have you lived

here long?"

 "Almost two years.  Its been nice, a good neighborhood and all. 

Take a look around." Carrie called from the bedroom.

 Carrie slipped on the loose sweat pants and tank top quickly and

met Anne in the kitchen.  "Would you care for a soda or something?"  she

offered.  "Sure, but not a diet if you could.  Artificial sweeteners are a

no-no during pregnancy," Anne responded. 

 "Sounds like pregnancy is a real adjustment," Carrie said as she

returned from the refrigerator with the drink and a glass.

 "There are some changes, that's for sure.  But they are worth a

healthy baby," Anne 

acknowledged.  "You watch what you eat, you exercise regularly, try to

plenty of sleep.  Of course there is little you can do to prepare for how

your body changes."

 For the first time Carrie noticed that Anne was dressed quite

casually.  A pair of worn, but obviously comfortable sneakers, loose

sweats and a rather exposing tank top under a sweater draped over her

shoulders.  She was unable to hide her surprise at the revealing scene

behind the loose tank top.  It was very obvious that Anne was more of a

woman that the 34B's Carrie carried.  And the way those nipples pointed

through the soft cotton material couldn't help but demand visual

inspection.  With a twinkle in her eye Carrie was curious how Chris would

respond if seated across from this woman.

 "Sorry, I didn't mean to. . ." Anne started as she reached to

pull the sweater closed.

 "No problem, Anne.  I didn't mean to stare.   It's just that I've

never really known a pregnant lady that closely.  I'll bet your husband is

happily married!"  Carrie laughed. 

 Anne smiled.  "Quite.  I guess that's why I'm expecting another! 

Anyway, don't believe all those horror stories about ruining your body

with pregnancy.  Some of the changes are rather beneficial."

 "Really?"

 "I think so.  There is something special about carrying a new life

inside you.  You feel more complete, more womanly.  People treat you more

courteously.  Strangers will smile, or make approving comments.  When I

was pregnant the first time the kids in my class actually behaved better. 

And I've been lucky.  Never had a single touch of morning sickness.  And

there are some personal, private benefits as well."  

 Anne's comments sounded very genuine.  She believed what she was

saying.  And they stirred a curiosity that Carrie found exciting. 

"Personal, private benefits?"

 Anne seemed to lower her voice with intensity, almost as if

sharing a secret.  "Tom thinks I am never sexier than when I am pregnant. 

It doesn't hurt that I've filled out up top, either.  But changes

elsewhere are nice too, if you know what i mean.  We made love more during

my pregnancy and nursing than ever at any other time, even our first year

of marriage."

 "I don't know if I'm ready to discuss those other changes.  But I

can sure vouch for the changes topside.  You are magnificent!  I don't

think I will ever be that filled out."  Carrie was a little surprised that

she would share such thoughts with another woman.

 "You'll find out one day.  I think I looked a lot like you before

my first.  And boy was I grateful for what happened."

 Carrie was getting uncomfortable with her feelings and decided to

change the subject.  "Well let me get that material for you, its in the

study."  She returned in a moment and handed it to Anne as she got up to

leave.  As Anne stood up, Carrie caught a glimpse of a sight she had never

seen.  The loose top allowed a fleeting glimpse of femininity like she had

never known.  The skin seemed tight, as if straining to hold back an

enormous load.  Areola of the darkest brown sharply defined from the pink

skin.  And the nipple that had made a dent in the cotton material was

larger than any Carrie had ever seen on baby bottles.  She had never

witnessed such womanhood even in late night movies.  

 At that moment something changed deep inside her.  She vowed in an

instant to learn from Anne's experience.  They would talk again.  This

woman was experiencing something Carrie had not known.  And a primal drive

from deep within would not be stilled until she knew more.

 As Anne walked to her car she called back. "Thanks for the soda,

and the chat.  Let's do this again sometime."

 "I'd love to," Carrie replied, with more conviction than almost

anything she had ever said.



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Subject: CARRIE (3/14) {PREG/MILK}

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CARRIE, Chapter 3



     Chris didn't arrive home until 9PM.  He had called ahead, so Carrie

had their spaghetti and salad 

ready when he arrived.  After dinner, he had a quick shower while she lay

in bed with the headset on that gave her the clear sounds off the CD

player.  Her eyes closed as she let the music envelope her mind and soul. 

 Carrie preferred to sleep in a tee shirt only.  As she lay on her

back, eyes closed, on top of the bedcovers, she freed herself of the days

activities.  However, the conversation with Anne kept returning. Unknown

to Carrie, Chris had finished his shower and had walked silently to the

bed.  The first indication she had of his presence was the playful pinch

to her left nipple.

 "Watch it!" she said, not entirely seriously.  "You'll start

something you can't finish."

 "I've never failed you yet," he grinned.  And he hadn't really. 

He had never experienced the 

feeling of inability. For her part, she didn't feel frigid by any means,

but orgasms weren't a regular part of her experience.  Usually about once

every couple of weeks was all.  Not that she felt neglected.  She just

didn't feel the desire for such more frequently.  Most of her climaxes

came as a result of Chris performing orally on her.  It was quite

satisfying, though she rarely returned that style to him.  

 It had been a while.  And while Chris's not so subtle "I haven't

had dessert" wasn't his most original lead in, it did convey his

intentions.  The earlier shower made things more palatable.

 His kisses were soft and tender, eventually probing her mouth.  As

he lay on top of her, she could feel his hardness.  It was adequate. Since

she had never known another man she didn't exactly have any measure to

compare to him.  His tongue moved from her mouth to her ears and then her

neck.  His left hand gently traced concentric circles on the outline of

her right breast, smaller and smaller until he softly rolled the nipple

between his fingers.  Carrie felt his warm breath on her left breast that

was immediately followed by his moist tongue tip.  The teasing produced

the erection of her nipples, small but very turgid.  Finally he fastened

his lips on the protuberance.  She could feel her nipple slide in and out

between his lips, not unlike the gentle thrusting that she would soon

accept.  

 She had always preferred the silence, gently offering guidance

with her hand.  Now, he was adept at taking her to the climax without her

instruction now.

 She drew the pillow over her face as his kisses moved down her

firm stomach.  Past her  navel he planted a kiss in her soft red fur.  His

kissed blanketed the inside of her thighs as he slowly parted her legs. 

She tensed slightly as she anticipated his kisses to her most sensitive

place.  

 Chris softly blew his hot breath on her closed lips.  She held his

head as she relaxed.  At first he licked the closed entrance.  But his

first probes led her to open to his searching.  She felt his lips cover

her own as his tongue began its assault on her clit.  He was good to her. 

He kept her moist and slowly increased the pressure and frequency of  the

flicking of his tongue.  

 Carrie was beginning to surrender herself to the mounting tension. 

Ever so slightly her hips began to rotate. He soon matched her rhythm with

the up and down movement of his mouth, never losing contact with her clit

with his tongue.  His left hand found the ripe nipple of her right breast.

 She felt the firm rolling of her nipple between his fingers.   She guided

his hand to begin to stretch the nipple as she began the same action on

her left nipple with her free hand.  

 The moment was not far off now.  As she pinched harder and

stretched farther Chris instinctively did the same.  His tongue now made

short probes into her inner self.  Then, with a final harder twist of her

nipple, she stepped over the cliff of ecstasy.  Instinctively she pulled

his head forcing his tongue deeper as Chris tried to find her cervix with

his tongue.  After several seconds passed, she finally began her descent.

 Making two pulls on his shoulders, he followed her signal to enter

her with his masculinity.  Holding his weight on his arms, Chris felt

Carrie guide his searching penis to the door of her womanhood.  Already

wet

from her climax and his saliva, he slid into her with ease.  He began

slowly thrusting as she traced the nonfunctional nipples on his chest.  As

he increased his frequency, she sensed the closeness of his own climax and

leaned up to lick his right nipple.   She new it would send him over the

top soon.  As the moment of no return approached she began to nibble the

nipple between her teeth.  He seemed to prefer a touch that must have

caused some pain.  Reluctant, she agreed for his sake.  As the muscles in

his body began to tighten, she bit even harder, tasting the smallest hint

of blood.  When she did, he instantly pushed his full length into her. 

Holding almost perfectly still, she felt the deposited of his posterity

onto the door to her womb.  It felt good to know he gave her the most

personal of his gifts.  

 Sleep would come easily tonight.  After moments in each others'

arm, Carrie rolled over to curl up in the warm comforter.  Before she

drifted off to sleep, her hand moved below her waist.  With the slightest

movement, she eased a finger between the lips of her pussy.  She felt

Chris's warm semen at the entrance, but not willing to get up and go to

the toilet, she eased the finger into her vagina, blocking any escape. 

And with a final smile, Carrie drifted off to sleep, her finger partially

inserted into her love nest.



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PART FOUR

 As late September became early November, the friendship between

Carrie and Anne grew as the child within Anne grew.  Much more than the

professional exchange was the personal.  It was no accident that Anne's

pregnancy had stimulated a growing desire within Carrie.  Even though the

pregnancy was not showing in Anne's body outwardly, the desire for

motherhood was showing in Carrie.

 They talked about Anne's emotional and physical feelings.  They

talked about the relationship Anne had with her husband and first child. 

Anne was even continuing some nursing during pregnancy.  This Carrie found

fascinating.  But then Carrie had not been exposed to such things in her

childhood.  She had never personally know someone expecting or nursing

this intimately.  And she found it a unique satisfaction.

 When she finally initiated conversation about pregnancy with

Chris, she was overjoyed that he, too, had been thinking it was time to

start their family.  After an appointment with her OB/GYN, they had

decided that Carrie would stop taking the Pill and practice natural family

planning to allow her body to adjust.  It was an exciting time getting out

the thermometer and temperature charts she had used briefly almost a year

earlier.  

 Carrie also began to educate herself more about her body.  She read

more carefully the booklet that came with the natural family planning kit.

 As she began to notice subtle changes in her body, she confirmed the

effects the Pill had been having on her.  She had lost a couple of pounds,

not that she needed to.  Her 5' 3 1/2 " frame held the 120 lbs. nicely. 

She didn't have the stereotypical hourglass figure, but she could hold her

own poolside.

 She had also, quite obviously, noticed a change in her libido. 

Perhaps it was the adjustments in hormones.  Perhaps it was the increased

knowledge she was discovering.  In any event, she was becoming much more

comfortable with her body and  sensations.  

 It didn't hurt that she was in physical contact wit her body each

day as she plotted her 

temperatures and vaginal mucus consistency.  As Chris became more

informed, he, quite willingly, helped her.  He claimed he could even taste

a difference in her  from day to day as the booklet had suggested.  

 Chris and Carrie were making love more in the morning than at night

now.  As he would check her taste and consistency, it just naturally led

to a fulfillment of the feelings it started.  Pleasantly, Carrie welcomed

the increased frequency.

 Perhaps the most startling surprise was one she made on her own. 

As she had been performing her monthly breast self exam, she was at first

shook to see a drop of clear, thick liquid appear on both her nipples. 

Fortunately she was able to reach the nurse at her doctor's office that

morning.  The nurse explained that it was not uncommon for women to be

able to express a small drop with BSE, especially at particular times of

her cycle.  The withdrawal of the hormones of the Pill also would

contribute to this.  

 Relieved, Carrie had tried again that afternoon.  To her surprise,

the same phenomenon had occurred.  After working her way around the globe

of her breast, she had squeezed her light pink areola and nipples

producing the clear drops again.  

 With childlike fascination, she performed the same ritual almost

daily.  While the results had at first been sporadic, now she could

produce the drops almost every morning and afternoon.  It made her feel

good about her breasts.  She had never particularly been pleased with

their size, although she was certainly "perky."  Maybe it was real, maybe

imagination.  But, Carrie was convinced that the strange feelings of

warmth

deep inside her small bosom was real.  And could it be, were her breasts

changing?  Were they even slightly larger?  And the small nipples seemed

to actually grow a little!

 This little secret Carrie had kept to herself.  No one, not even

Chris or Anne, knew about this.



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Subject: CARRIE (5/14) {PREG/MILK}

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PART FIVE

 It was obvious that this Christmas was going to be a rather

significant one.  Chris was off with his brother and brother-in-law on a

three day deer hunting trip.  He was due home later in the day.  The

holidays had been wonderful.  Visits with families had less friction that

usual.  Perhaps everyone was getting comfortable with in-laws (and

out-laws).  Carrie had come home before the guys went on the trip.  There

were still a few days before New Year's Day and the inevitable return to

school and work.

 The last thing Carrie needed to tell her she was ovulating was the

kit she had purchased from the pharmacy last week.  All the physical signs

were very clear to her.  She had been using the natural family planning

technique for three months and she had to admit she felt like an expert. 

The steady drop in her morning temperature over the past several days had

been abruptly stopped by the spike she detected this morning.  Without

telling Chris, she had been learning to read her vaginal secretions.  The

consistence was at its stretchiest.  The taste was distinctly different.  

 As she began the exercise of trying to express the drop from her

small breasts, they had felt warm.  Maybe it was her imagination, but the

drop that greeted her waiting eyes seemed larger.  It could have been her

excitement in anticipation of Chris's return.  It could have been the

condition of her body, ready to conceive.  But she was undoubtedly "hot." 

She wanted to make love with Chris more than she could ever remember.  The

spike in her temperature was twin to the spike in her sex drive.  

 The device she held in her hand was just another, more scientific,

indicator.  As she looked at the device she had held in her urine stream,

it too confirmed ovulation. There was no doubt in her mind.  This evening

she would begin the journey into motherhood.

 Time seemed to creep all day.  Finally, just after sunset, she

heard the familiar engine noise in the garage.  She greeted the future

father as he came through he kitchen door.  It was a good trip for him. 

Chris had returned happy and content.  She kept the her secret to herself

for the moment.  Dinner was on the table when he returned from the shower.

 

 It was past 9 o'clock when they finally found themselves sitting

before the gas logs.  It was time to let him know.

 "Guess what happened today."  Carrie whispered, secure in his arms.

 

 "What?"  Chris answered.  

 "I used the ovulator indicator,"  she teased.

 "And," Chris said, as his deftly slipped a hand around her firm

breast.  He couldn't avoid noticing the firm nipple.  The soft hint of

perfume had already created a stir in his masculinity.  He thought the

silky gown concealed no other clothing.  

 "This body is about as ready as it can get," Carrie whispered in

his ear, followed by a slip of her tongue into his ear.  

 Chris took Carrie into his arms for a long, tender kiss.  Carrie

received the gently probing of his tongue into her mouth.  She felt his

hand caressing her soon to change breasts.  Her own had found the tension

in his underwear and she had begun to softly massage the growing firmness.

 

 He moved to the bed she already had ready.  The blanket had warmed

the place where she would begin her maternal journey.  She had turned off

the gas logs and found him waiting when she entered the room.  She saw the

effect on him again as she stood before the bed and removed her robe,

revealing a  firm, sensual  body.  The chill in the winter evening was not

the single cause of her erect nipples.  Slipping under the warm covers she

found her way into his embrace again.  

 Carrie was astounded at how aroused she had already become.  As

Chris's hands and lips caressed every surface of her body, she was

climbing the mountain to her climax sooner than ever.  

 They had practiced the position suggested in her literature for

conceiving a son.  They had not made love in several days, another

suggestion.  As Chris began to kiss his way to her womanly fur, she

slipped to over-stuffed pillow under her hips.  Carrie closed her eyes as

the blood rushed to her head, her pussy elevated to Chris to invade.  She

could hear him moan as he parted her lips to find her clit at its largest.

 His tongue on her made her begin to rotate her  hips slightly.  

 "Don't forget.  We should climax together," she said through tense

lips.  She heard his muffled "I know," and smiled.  Her fingers joined his

in the rolling and pulling of her nipples.  She had never felt this much

intensity in physical sensations.  She found it difficult to concentrate

on the mounting tension in her body while sensing his condition.  When she

slipped her foot gently between his legs, she was greeted by a coating of

his pre-cum on her toes.  His humming and groaning signaled his readiness.

 Carrie was at a point, herself, that climax was inevitable.

 "Okay, come here," she said.  Almost without interruption his

mouth left her pussy and she felt his pride and joy slip easily into her

waiting warmth.  As he began thrusting into her, she felt herself coming

to an orgasm that was more intense than she had possibly ever known.  His

tongue twitched her nipples. Her hands held his hips firmly, pulling him

into her deeply with each thrust.

 "I'm .. coming," she panted.  Through the fog of her climax she

felt his body grow rigid.  Now her legs wrapped themselves around his

hips, driving his to his deepest penetration.  Having stopped his

thrusting, she felt the warm blast of his semen onto her cervix.  With

each jerk of his spurt she felt the head of his penis bump her womb.

 His searching mouth found hers.  Carrie reveled in the taste of her

sexuality in his mouth.  Her pussy milked the penis until she felt it grow

still and limp.   

 After an unknown length of time, Chris finally withdrew his spent

tool and he rolled over to fall into oblivion.  As Carrie lay with her

hips

still elevated on the pillows she smiled in anticipation of the cycle of

life that was beginning in her.  Sleep came easily.



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PART SIX

 Carrie's heart was beating at an unusually high pace in her chest. 

Chris sat in the chair as she undressed in the small examining room.  On

the wall were pictures of pregnant women at various stages of their

pregnancy.  Some were diagrams showing the growing baby inside a woman's

body.  Looking down at herself she wondered how her body would ever change

to accommodate a growing baby.

 There were several distinct signs that the miraculous process had

already begun.  Certainly the missed period, now almost 4 weeks late, was

the most ominous.  There had also been a strange, persistent metallic

taste in her mouth.  The changes in her breasts had not gone unnoticed

either.  Her small bosoms had never felt so full at any stage of her

cycle.  And it had been that way almost a month.  The felt warmer to her

touch.  The nipples (she swore were getting larger) were in an almost

constant state of erection.  Through her soft cup bras they clearly

announced their presence.  When Anne had noticed Carrie had just laughed

it off as the cold winter days.  Carrie actually felt relief as releasing

them from the bra just now.  

 Her episodes of squeezing the clear drops had become a much slower

ritual. She was much more sensitive to squeezing.  She had also become

more sensitive to the ease at which Chris's sucking and licking raised her

excitement.

 The doctor and his nurse entered the room and went through the

usual medical history questions, including her cycle dates.  She lay down

on the table putting her feet in the stirrups.  As she glanced over at

Chris she suddenly realized that he had never been present for this kind

of exam.  She could tell he felt out of place, seemingly caught between

wanting to hide and wanting to watch.  

 Doctor Mayer was gentle enough. Carrie was surprised he needed the

medical lubricant noting the constant wetness she felt.  Efficient, he

finished quickly.  "I'm going to perform a breast exam now, Carrie." he

said opening the gown.  Carrie watched as his hands began pressing the

globe of her breast.  Unconsciously she winced at the pressure. "I'm

sorry," the doctor said. "but I need to do a thorough exam."  As the

pressure moved in concentric circles toward her nipple, it stood at its

greatest length, greeting the squeeze of her areola.  Surprisingly, a drop

of fluid appeared and began to run down the side of the erect nipple.  The

doctor seemed oblivious.  He examined the other breast with the same

result.  Chris watched with fascination.

 "Chris, come over here."  He complied, standing beside his wife. 

"Do you see this liquid?  This is a sign of pregnancy.  Also these little

bumps in the areola, they are called Montgomery's glands.  They lubricate

the nipple for lactation.  And your breasts are pretty sensitive, right? 

That is another sign.  My vaginal exam supports a pregnancy diagnosis,

also.  We'll be certain when the nurse finishes the urine analysis, but

I'm sure you know by now what I know.  Your going to be parents! 

Congratulations!"

 As the doctor turned to remove the gloves, Chris leaned over and

kissed his wife.  Daringly, he moved his lips over her nipple and quickly

licked off the fluid expressed by the doctor.  

 After dressing, the nurse led them to the doctor's private office.

 He gave them several pieces of literature and a video tape about

pregnancy to take home. 

 "This is a very special time.  Enjoy the new discoveries you will

make.  Call the office anytime you have questions.  The literature will

explain several things.  Also, the nurses will be able to answer most of

your questions.  The literature will explain the schedule of 

appointments.  Any questions?"  Shaking their heads no, the doctor bid

them good day.

 As they drove home, Carrie felt like never before in her life. 

They had stopped at the mall and purchased several books on pregnancy and

breastfeeding.  It was well after dark now.  Suddenly, Carrie had an urge

she couldn't contain.  She leaned forward against the seat belt and

removed the shirt she was wearing.  She then lay over in Chris' slap.  "I

feel more like a woman than ever before."  

 Chris replied, "You look more like one than ever. I just hope we

don't get stopped."  

 "I love you," she whispered.  "Keep driving" she said lustily.

Carrie unfastened the belt and 

opened his pants.   "Are you sure about this?" Chris asked hungrily.  

 "Just watch," she grinned.

 She eased his throbbing penis through his briefs.  She squeezed it

and he produced the drop of lubrication.  "See, you're leaking now, too!" 

She teased the drop onto the tip of her tongue.  Flicking, she spread the

drop all over the head of his penis, getting it wet and slick. Cupping his

balls in her hand, she slid his penile head between her lips into her

waiting warm mouth.  Chris groaned.  Inside her mouth her tongue began an

assault on him. She could feel the car accelerating as his hand slid into

her jeans.  She began to slide her mouth over his penis, deeper, never

exposing the head.  As she felt him start his climax, she held only the

head in her mouth, continuing the massage of her tongue.  His semen was

hot and sticky.  Imagining the millions of sperm wiggling in her mouth as

she felt the spasmodic bursts coat her tongue, teeth and gums.  His finger

was slightly inside her pussy, it too slick.  She held his ejaculate in

her mouth, enjoying the full feeling. Then she heard him say something she

had never heard.  "Kiss me, now."

 Releasing his limp penis, she moved up to his mouth, holding his

production in her mouth.  They pressed lips.  She felt his lips part and

his tongue slightly probe her lips.  Opening wider, their tongues began to

dance in the sea of semen she held.  After several moments he released

her.  She smiled as she swallowed his most prized possession.   

 Safe in his embrace, they silently drove on home.  Carrie knew

there were many discoveries awaiting her.  Her excitement held steady as

she considered that fact.



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PART SEVEN

 Carrie had decided not to announce her pregnancy.  She and Chris

were undecided about her working after the baby came, so she felt it wise

not to make the knowledge public.  However, she noticed in the couple of

weeks following her initial doctor's visit that Anne was acting a little

different.  Their friendship had grown much closer.  they visited in each

other's homes frequently now. often talking about Anne's pregnancy. 

Carrie suspected Anne knew about Carrie's pregnancy.  

 After school, Anne had invited Carrie to drop by on the way home,

to which Carrie had agreed.  Carrie had stayed at the school about an hour

after Anne left.  Carrie heard Anne call for her to "come on in" after

she rang the doorbell.  Carrie opened the door, calling out, "Anne,, its

Carrie!"

 "I'm in the den," Anne answered.  Anne walked around the corner

from the den as Carrie turned back from closing the door.  Carrie's

surprise

at seeing Anne in a night gown must have shown on her face.  "I hope you

don't mind, I'm really beginning to  get tired by the end of the day. 

Most of the time, I just come home, change, and plop down on the couch,"

as Carrie sat down in the rocker near Anne on the couch.  

 "No problem.  I'm sure its a drain on the bod."  Carrie answered. 

 "I hope you don't mind me asking, is something going on with you? 

Anne asked.  "What do you mean?" Carrie asked, wondering if Anne

suspected Carrie's unannounced news.

 "Well, I've noticed a change in you looks.  I hope you don't mind

me saying, but you look like your breasts are larger.  It looks like your

nipples stand out as much as mine."  Carrie was secretly pleased that Anne

was comfortable enough to say such a thing.  She had been hoping Anne

would become a person she could talk to in this new experience.

 "We haven't said anything, but I'm pregnant.  Almost through my

third month now!"

 "Hey, congratulations!  I thought you looked like it."  Anne said

as she reached for Carrie's hand. 

 "I wondered if it showed.  I don't need the maternity clothes,

except for the bra," Carrie smiled as she spoke.  "I never knew I would

begin to grow there so soon."

 "Amazing isn't it," Anne answered, the sound of experience in her

voice.  "You haven't seen anything yet.  They will keep growing and even

begin to leak something called colostrum, a kind of early milk, soon.  I'm

even beginning to wear nursing pads.  Best thing about coming home is

taking that thing off and getting comfortable," she said as she lifted a

breast with her hand through the gown.

 "Actually, I can express a little even now.  I do it every morning

and evening.  Feels pretty good too," Carrie laughed.

 Anne's next statement made Carrie's heart skip a beat.  "Do you

think we look the same?"   

 "I don't know," Carrie said quietly.   Then, with a high school

like giggle she said, "Want to find out?"

 "I was hoping you would say that," Anne said already unbuttoning

the gown that only partially hid her flowering womanhood.

 Carrie removed the suit jacked and began to unbutton her shirt,

revealing a thin, lacy soft cup bra that was obviously under a strain. 

Carrie could not help herself at the sight of Anne's pregnant breasts. 

They were so large and full it looked like they were resting on her

growing belly.  "God, those are beautiful."   Anne smiled as she

continued to watch Carrie.  Carrie continued, "Your nipples and areola are

so large and dark.  Are you always that way?"

 "No, they get darker with pregnancy.  You see this," Anne said

leaning forward, holding her nipple for Carrie to see.  "This is some

colostrum that has dried."  she said, picking the tiny flakes off with her

fingernail.

 "Would you.."  Carrie started but was interrupted by Anne.  "Watch

this," Anne said.  Carrie watched with fascination, forgetting to remove

her bra, as Anne began to massage the body of her huge breast.  then,

using her thumb and forefinger, she began a scissor-like motion on the

edge of her areola. With each gently squeeze a small drop of thick, clear

yellowish fluid appeared on the tip of her nipple.  After a few times, a

small stream began to creep down the side of the huge, erect, almost black

nipple until it began to flow over her finger.

 "Ooohhh," was Carrie's first response, not realizing her left was

caressing her own left breast through the soft cup.  

 "Why don't you take that thing off and let me see you," was

Anne's response, a sensuous smile on her lips.  Carrie unhooked the front

hook bra, and heard Anne gasp.  "Carrie, their beautiful.  I love the

reddish color.  Matches your hair!"  she grinned.

 "I don't think I have that much," Carrie said as she reached up and

squeezed the firm nipple.  She was greeted instantly with a drop of the

fluid.  A couple more squeezes produced some more, but it was soon

apparent there was no more.  

 "You're not squeezing the right place.  You have to work the milk

sinuses behind the nipple by working your areola.  Here, let me show you,"

 Anne said as she reached for Carrie's breast.  The feel of a warm hand

massaging the globe of her breast created a tingle Carrie was not prepared

to experience.  She moaned softly as she watched Anne's hand work the

breast.  Anne's own breasts touched Carrie's arm.  She did not move to

separate the two.  

 Looking through narrowed eyes, Carrie watched as  Anne expertly

milked the virgin breast.  She was fascinated as the colostrum flowed as

freely and abundantly as from Anne's breast.    

 "Why don't you work my other breast," Anne asked.  

 "You don't mind," Carrie asked?  "I might not do it right.:"

 "I probably have more than you, so it would be good practice." 

was Anne's answer.

 Carrie reveled in the heat of Anne's pregnant breast.  She closed

her eyes as she begin to massage its fullness.  It felt firm and full. 

The nipple stood out.  It required that Carrie use both hands.  She heard

Anne's sigh as she began to slowly, rhythmically squeeze the areola. 

Instantly a huge drop of the beautiful fluid appeared and ran down the

turgid nipple.  After several seconds, Carrie's fingers were getting a

pretty good covering.  Without thinking about how Anne would react, she

lifted her hand and began to lick the wonder off her fingers.  Opening her

eyes, she saw that Anne was doing the same.

 They paused, looking into each other's eyes.  An animal desire

welled up inside Carrie matched only by what Anne was silently feeling. 

Anne leaned back a little and lifted her breast, closing her eyes.  Carrie

completely received the silent message and knelt on her knees between

Anne's legs.

 Cupping Anne's free breast with her left hand, she placed her

hand under Anne's and lowered her face.  Carrie paused to look closely at

the beautiful, dark nipple crowned with the coating of colostrum.  Gently,

easily she extended her tongue to touch the mountain of mammary wonder. 

Carrie touched the colostrum on the peak of Anne's nipple ever so gently

with the tip of her pink tongue and brought the drop into her mouth.  This

first taste was so small Carrie could not really taste the wondrous fluid.



As Carrie paused, she looked closely at Anne's pregnant breast.  The web

of veins shown clearly under her skin.  Away from the nipple and areola

there was a fine, soft sampling of hair standing straight out.  

 Leaning forward, Carrie gently closed her lips around the base of

Anne's nipple, just where it emerged from the dark brown areola.  Gently

she sucked on the firm flesh, feeling it stretch further into her mouth. 

She began a slow rhythm that brought waves of pleasure to her. 

 So spellbound was Carrie that she almost failed to feel Anne's

renewed hand motions on her own nipple.  But rather than a distraction, it

served to heighten Carrie's sensations.  After a couple of minutes of

steady sucking, Anne slipped her finger into the corner of Carrie's mouth

breaking the suction.  

 "Sit up here on the couch," Anne instructed Carrie. Complying,

Carrie moved beside Anne.  Anne then turned around and laid her head in

Carrie's lap, just below Carrie's swollen right breast.  "The nursing

motions of an infant's mouth are a little different from what you are

doing,"  Anne said.  " Watch closely as I nurse on you.  You will feel my

gums on the outer edges of your areola.  That's where the milk glands are

in your breast."

 Anne leaned her mouth forward and engulfed Carrie's waiting

breast.  She had no trouble taking all Carrie's areola into her mouth. 

What Carrie was feeling was a totally new experience.  This was definitely

different from anything she had ever felt with Chris.  There was such a

surge of desire to hold Anne, to embrace her.  Carrie held Anne's head in

her hand.  The maternal instinct was intoxicating.  Her only desire was to

supply the nursing mouth at her breast with an abundance of infant

nutrition.  So powerful was the desire to hold and caress that Carrie's

free hand quite naturally encompassed Anne's sticky breast.  She gently

massaged the firm nipple with her fingers.

 Suddenly she noticed a change in Anne's suckling.  It was more

erratic, more powerful. Her breathing was labored, hastened.  And then

Anne's legs squeezed together, her  body in shaking quivers.  Carrie

realized through the fog of her own experience that Anne was having an

orgasm while suckling at Carrie's breast.  

 Seconds passed as Anne's climax passed.  A smile appeared on

Anne's face as Carrie's firm nipple escaped from the attack it had

experienced.

 "I've never had that happen.  Of course, I've never had this kind

of experience.  I'm sorry if I ...." Anne began. 

 "No, don't be.  While this wasn't what I expected, it is okay.  I

think I'm lucky to have such a good friend."  Carrie smiled as she

replied.

 They talked a few minutes.  Finally, Carrie left and headed home.  

 That night, when Chris slipped under the bed covers beside Carrie,

she held him close.  After moments of kissing, Carrie moved on top of her

husband.  Gently, she swallowed and gripped her husband in the most

private way.  Carrie leaned forward.  "We need to get these things ready

for the baby.  Would you help?"  He grinned as he gently grasped Carrie's

breast.  She lowered her waiting nipple to his mouth.  He surrounded it

the say way she had grasped Anne's, at the base where it emerged from the

areola.  Not enough to get milk, Carrie thought, but enough to increase

her

pleasure.  She felt her nipple stretch to fill his mouth as his penis

stretched her deep inside.  Soon she entered her own ecstasy of climax,

even before he filled her pussy with his semen.  

 Something was changing with Carrie.  She was finding more ease in

giving herself to sexual expression.  She wondered where it would all

lead, what she would experience in the future.



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Subject: CARRIE (8/14) {PREG/MILK}

Date: 13 Jun 1996 19:56:09 -0400

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PART EIGHT

 Saturday dawned a beautiful late winter, early spring day.  Chris

had gotten up earlier and gone to the kitchen, returning with a bed tray

of breakfast.  They ate together in bed fondling each other lightly,

listening to the radio.  Chris noticed something on Carrie's gown at her

breasts and felt.  It was some hardened material, like dried drops of some

liquid.  "What's this?", he asked feeling the Carrie's firm nipple under

the place of notice.

 Carrie looked and felt for herself. "I'm not sure,"  she replied. 

Sitting up she pulled the gown over her head and turned it inside out. 

"It may be that I've started leaking colostrum during the night.  It's in

the right place."  

 "Let me look,"  he said as Carrie lay back down.  She watched him,

like a child exploring a new toy, touch her breast.  "There's something on

your nipple,"  he breathed heavily.  Sure enough, dried bits of colostrum

had formed on the tips of Carrie's full, ruby red nipples.  As he was

lightly touching her breasts, Carrie closed her eyes to the sudden surge

of

pleasure.  Her hand had moved between her legs.  She could feel the

moistness through her panties, a constant condition these days.  She

opened her eyes as Chris squeezed her right nipple, immediately greeted by

the presence of a large drop of the wondrous substance that slowly began

to run down the peak.  His hot tongue traced the golden material.  She

could feel his firmness next to her leg.

 "Let me try,"  she said.  "I think you need to express lover,

squeezing on the areola."  Carrie reached to her other breast, grasping it

at the outer edges of the ruby red areola as she remembered how Anne had

suckled her.  The sudden appearance of colostrum was so abundant that it

flowed over both her thumb and finger that encircled the areola.  An "ooo"

escaped simultaneously from both Carrie and Chris.  

 Chris started to lean over to lick and suck the warm substance

from his wife's breasts when she stopped him.  "Would you help me?"  His

smile was sincere as Chris nodded.  "Help push the nipple up closer to my

mouth."  Chris took the breast, sticky and wet, in his hand and pushed it

up toward his wife's open mouth.  He could feel the disappointment in

Carrie as she leaned and bent her neck, trying to reach and suckle

herself.

 She simply could not reach herself.  "Let me put both pillows behind my

head."  she said.  Chris held his wife's breast closer to her mouth. 

Still she could not engulf the wet waiting nipple in her lips.  Secretly

resigning to her inability, Carrie extended her tongue and began to lick

the colostrum from herself.  The feel of her own flesh with her tongue was

exhilarating.  

 As Carrie lay back and relaxed, Chris removed the damp panties from

his wife's body and gently moved on top of her.  His enlarged penis easily

slipped into the hot wet pussy as Carrie moaned a smile.  His slow

movements inside her felt exactly the way she desired.  "Help me again"

she said looking at her full womanly breast.  

 Holding his weight with one hand ,  Chris grasped Carrie's breast

with the other, expressing another flow of her colostrum.   Carrie bent

forward and again licked her own colostrum.  Chris lowered his mouth and

their two tongues began a dance on her nipple and areola as he

rhythmically expressed.  

 It was only moments before Carrie arched her head back in a

soul-shaking orgasm.  As she climaxed, Chris nibbled the nipple between

his teeth.  The intensity sent Carrie into a rare second orgasm.  The feel

on his penis was too much for Chris to resist.  He slowly, but firmly

pushed his full length as deeply in her as he could and released his own

expression of desire.  

 It was several minutes before Chris pulled out of her.  Carrie

slowly pulled and tugged her nipples in their moments of afterglow.  He

took over the early morning  ritual of preparation on one of Carrie's

breasts.  Finally, smiling at him, she got up and moved to the shower. 

Calling back over her shoulder, "I think we're going to have fun in those

maternity shops today!"

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Subject: CARRIE (9/14) {PREG/MILK}

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PART NINE

 Carrie had dressed very casual, knowing that there would be a lot

of clothes to try on for size.  She had on her sweats, which felt pretty

good on the cool spring day.  Needless to say, she was much more

comfortable with her expanding waist and bust.  Chris was getting quite a

charge out of seeing her firm nipples wiggle under the cotton material as

she had went braless.  He had tempted her to leave the panties off, but

she had drawn the line at that. 

 There were several stores she wanted to shop.  They went first to

one of the malls.  The "Maternity Boutique" wasn't very busy when they

entered.  The two ladies appeared in their 30's.  Carrie found several

dresses and jumpers she wanted to put on.  Actually, Chris was a good

help, holding the outfits as she wandered the store.  She was surprised

that he didn't seem too embarrassed.  In the past, about the last thing he

wanted to do was go with her through the ladies' wear stores and

departments.  This particular store seemed to have everything.  Lingerie,

outerwear, shoes, even some books and literature.  

 "Hi, my name is Judy. May I help you?"  the blond haired,

well-endowed sales person said as she walked up.  "I'm just shopping for

several things," Carrie replied.  I'm just getting to the point to need

these special clothes." 

 "Great!  There are dressing rooms in the back.  And it's nice to

see a Dad here,"  Judy said to Chris.  "Let me know when you get ready to

try on some things.  Also, if you need maternity or nursing bras, I can

get them from the counter."

 "That's my next stop," Carrie replied.  The threesome walked to the

counter.  Judy began to explain the various styles and features.  Chris

leisurely patted Carrie's fanny as they listened to Judy talk.  

 "How far are you in your pregnancy and what size are you?"  Judy

asked.  

 "I'm starting my fifth month.  I was hardly a full 34B before i

got pregnant, but I've gotten entirely too large for those bras.  I'm not

sure what size I am now,"  Carrie said.  

 "Why don't we go back to the dressing room and I'll take your

measurements?  Then I can bring several styles in your size."  Judy

offered.  

 "Great," Carrie replied.  The three moved to the back of the store.

 Judy and Carrie entered the very spacious dressing room while Chris

stopped outside. 

 "It's all right Dad, you can come in.  Maternity stores are

different from others.  Besides, I'm sure your wife wants your opinion on

the clothes."  

 Chris hung the outfits on the hooks.  Turning around, he watched

with more than mild interest as Carrie pulled the sweatshirt over her

head.

 Carrie's breasts showed a heaviness that defied the effects of gravity. 

The full bodies of mammary tissue stood out against Carrie's  shapely

chest.  The nipples were, as always, in their erect state.  The dark red

areola formed perfect circles at the peak of the horizontal mountains. 

Bluish veins formed patterns visible from under Carrie's skin.  The effect

on Chris was instantaneous as he felt the stir between his legs.

 "Let's get your bra size first.  Can you hold your breasts up a

little?"  Judy instructed.  Carrie realized that this was the first time

she had ever had a formal sizing for a bra.  She felt a warm flush move

across her breast and up her neck.  "I hope I'm not red-faced,"  she

thought as Judy leaned forward just in front of the womanly wonders.  

 "You're a full 36 inches.  No doubt you'll grow more as your

pregnancy progresses.  Let me measure for your cup size, although I'm sure

you're a C-cup."  Judy said in what sounded like an attempt at a

professional voice.  

 Carrie released her breasts, revealing nipples that looked to Chris

as if they were 3/4 of an inch long.  Both Chris and Carrie watched

closely

as Judy moved the tape measure up over Carrie's breasts. Her hand brushed

Carrie's skin as she placed the tape directly over the erect nipples.

 "You're already producing colostrum I see,"  Judy said.  The cloth

tape measure showed two wet spots when Carrie looked down. "Thirty-nine,

yes a full C-cup.  If you've been wearing B-cup bras you've no doubt been

uncomfortable." Judy said.  "I'll be back in a couple of minutes with some

samples."

 Judy left the dressing room.  Chris walked over to Carrie and

placed took one of Carrie's wet nipples between his fingers.  "You are a

sexy thing!" he said.  Chris lowered his head and began to gently suckle

the nipple.  Carrie absent-mindedly began to rub her other nipple.  For a

few moments she closed her eyes to the pleasure she felt.  "You've got to

stop before she comes back," Carrie said to Chris as she gave his crotch a

playful thump.  

 Releasing the nipple, Chris gave her a quick kiss on the lips and

stepped back.  Only seconds later Judy returned with several bras.  She

opened the package of one of bras and gave it to Carrie.  Carrie listened

to

Judy's sales talk as she reached behind to close the hooks.  "It's durable

washable cotton, wide straps and can accommodate some of the size increase

you're going to see in the weeks to come.  This is a 36C, but probably

won't get you all the way through your pregnancy.  You'll probably need

more then.  How does it feel?"

 Carrie stood in front of the mirror, marveling at the size of the

bra cups she now filled.  They were quite comfortable, and yet she could

tell that much more breast would test the capacity of even this garment.

 "Much better than what I've been wearing.  That's part of the

reason I didn't wear mine today."  Carrie said.  "Are they all underwire? 

I really would prefer non-underwire."

 "Most are, but not all.  You're going to have to get used to being

different from a perky 34B," Judy said.  

 Carrie took off the bra and began to try on the others.  Her

preference was, of course, the soft cup ones.  Even though her nipples

clearly showed through them, they felt the best.  

 "I also brought some nursing bras.  I didn't know if you were

going to nurse the baby.  If you do, you'll probably need larger ones

then, but you could get used to the idea, and they can be useful during

pregnancy for getting your nipples prepared."  Judy said.  "I'm nursing

now and although they aren't the prettiest things in the world, they are

extremely practical."

 "I will be nursing the baby.  Let me try them too." Carrie

answered.  She first put on a back hook type, soft cup.  

 "The cup opens like this.  You can easily learn to open it with

one hand," Judy said.  But when Carrie attempted, she couldn't manage the

action smoothly.  "It takes some practice.  Here, let me show you, if you

don't mind?"  

 "Please,"  Carrie answered.  Judy unbuttoned the blouse to reveal a

bra filled with milk-making substance.  "Watch," she told Carrie.  In a

smooth motion she pressed the release and lowered the cup revealing a

breast slightly larger than Carrie's.  The areola and nipple were a

radiant

pink color. And then, as she watched, drops of white milk began to appear

on the crown of the nipple.

 "Sorry, its about the time for me to pump."  Judy blushed slightly

as she took a single finger and pushed the nipple back into her breast. 

"This is how you stop the let-down reflex."  

 It was obvious to Judy that both Carrie and Chris were amazed and

spell-bound by the sudden event.  Feeling suddenly warm, Judy said, "I'll

let you try these others and wait for you at the counter."  She closed the

cup of the bra, re-buttoned the blouse and left by saying, "Call me if you

want to try some others."  

 Carrie tried several of the nursing bras, with quite a bit of

playful help from Chris. She selected one that fit very nicely and tried

on the outfits.  Several of them were nursing outfits and wearing the

nursing bra allowed her to "test" their practicality.  After close to half

an hour, Carrie and Chris emerged form the dressing room and went to the

counter.  

 "I'll take these.  We left the others in the dressing room," Carrie

said.  

 "Great!" Judy answered beginning to register the purchases. 

Bagging the clothes, with the several bras, Judy placed several

complimentary magazines in the sack.  "Thank you, and we hope to see you

again."

 Leaving the store, Carrie leaned over and whispered in Chris's ear,

"If we had stayed there much longer, I would have needed your help for

more than clothes."  She quickly flicked her tongue playfully in his ear. 



 "You don't know the half of it.  When she started leaking milk, I

almost came in my pants."  Chris grinned as he spoke.

 "Some day soon, I'll be nursing you all you want!"  Carrie smiled,

promising to herself to explore all the sensations of pregnancy and

lactation.



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Subject: CARRIE (10/14) {PREG/MILK}

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PART TEN

 The day Carrie and Chris spent shopping for maternity clothes for

her went quickly.  Carrie had bought clothes for school, casual,

sleepwear,

and lingerie.  In several of the shops she had Chris with her as she tried

on the different items.  In some of the shops, he had to wait out on the

sales floor.  They had even gone by a bookstore in the mall and bought

some more books on pregnancy, childbirth and breastfeeding.  She had

purchased some breast cream in one of the maternity stores.  

 Needless to say, Chris had been aroused all day long.  Not

surprisingly, so had Carrie.  More than once she had expressed a few drops

of colostrum on her finger before coming out of the dressing room.  She

would casually wife it on his lips.  Even once she had dipped her finger

into her always wet and sticky pussy for him, not missing the opportunity

to taste herself, while he was with her in the dressing room.

 Back at home that evening, she put on a fashion show, concluding

with the bras and nursing gowns.  Eventually passion surpassed reason.

 Lying beside each other, they took turns massaging breast cream

into each others nipples and breasts.  Fully aroused herself, Carrie sat

up.  "Come here and lay your head in my lap.  Let me try out this nursing

gown with you," she said.  Chris complied instantly, his face just before

the slits that would release her breasts into view.  Using her free hand,

she guided her breast out of the opening that would one day serve as a

fountain of mother's milk.  She compressed the areola just where the color

began.  Predictably a stream of colostrum began to slide out and down the

firm, dark red nipple. 

 Having learned the technique of nursing better, Chris engulfed his

wife's nipple and areola, the outer ring of the color just visible at his

lips.  His compressions on her milk glands and suction on her womanly

nipple instantly created the building sensations throughout her body. 

Chris slipped his hand into the other slit and began to fondle her other

nipple.  He expertly massaged the full mass and began to express colostrum

from the free nipple, the sticky drops on his finger.  Carrie bent low to

lick her production from his finger.  

 Sensing her growing sexual tension, he lifted the breast to her

mouth.  With his fingers he could feel her tongue flicking her own nipple,

which he continued to squeeze for more of the wondrous fluid.  His own

suckling had grown erratic as his penis jumped free of the covers, pulsing

with each heartbeat.  

 His moaning was the signal that Carrie understood.  She took his

penis in her hand and leaned over to receive the head in her mouth while

Chris was firmly attached to her breast.  Only moments passed until she

felt his body grow rigid.  She released all but the head of his penis as

his semen shot into her mouth, warm and salty.  She had grown to enjoy the

taste.  His ejaculation brought her own mounting tension to release, even

without direct stimulation of her pussy.  

 Having taken all he had into her mouth, she held the warm thick

masculinity, weaving her tongue all through the result of his climax.

Chris released her nipple from lips.  With fascination, he watched as

Carrie opened her mouth at her nipple, allowing the semen to flow over her

unsuckled breast.

 Chris adjusted himself slightly in the bed and began to lick off

her sticky breast, eventually bringing Carrie to another orgasm.   Finally

they kissed long and tenderly.  

 Not satisfied, Carrie pushed him over on his back to mount him. 

Licking him, the limpness soon grew rigid again.  With deliberate passion,

she began twisting his tiny nipples.  Straddling him, she engulfed him and

began her assault.  The sessions of kegel exercises had already reaped

benefits.  In just a few minutes she succeeded in pumping another

explosion from his tool.  Lowering herself, she whispered to him, "Now I

have something to keep with me while I sleep."

 And sleep they did, exhausted and fulfilled.  



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Subject: CARRIE (11/14) {PREG/MILK}

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PART ELEVEN

 Carrie's pregnancy was moving quite nicely.  She had had very few

of the discomforts.  In reality, she had never felt better or felt more

satisfied with her looks.  Her growing tummy and breasts had become a

source or provide satisfaction.

 Jennifer ushered her into the examination room, asking her to

disrobe before leaving the room.  She slipped out of her pants and

maternity top, removed the bra and panties, and took the examination wrap.

 Her nipples were crusted in the colostrum, as usual these days.  Her

breasts criss-crossed with blue veins, providing a colorful contrast to

the pink skin and ruby red areola and nipple.  

 Doctor Mayer and Jennifer, his nurse, returned momentarily. 

Eventually, Carrie took her place on the table, feet in the stirrups.  As

she lay there she thought of the changes.  Her breasts, hardly visible

when she lay on her back before the pregnancy, now formed twin mountains,

still larger than her growing belly.  She easily accommodated the doctor's

exam, hardly flinching due to the constant state of lubrication.  

 As he made a quick visual exam of her breasts, the intercom called

for him.  "Jennifer, finish up here and I'll be back in a moment," he

instructed Jennifer.  Jennifer made a some notes on the chart and then did

a breast exam.  She carefully felt the bulk of Carrie's breasts, moving in

the concentric circles toward the areola and nipple.  By the time she was

ready to do the traditional "squeeze" Carrie's breasts already had a slow

moving yellowish stream down the mountains.  

 "Carrie, are you planning to breastfeed?" Jennifer asked.   

 "Yes, I am and I am looking forward to it.  It must be a wonderful

experience," she replied.

 "The Lactation Center is just down the building in Suite 107. 

They specialize in information, pump rental and those kinds of things. 

They will even do an exam for inverted nipples, which you obviously don't

have," Jennifer explained.  "Their fees for pump rental are their only

charges.  Many of our mothers find them helpful, even in pregnancy.  I

would suggest you pay them a visit.  The literature we have given you is

very basic.  They are much more thorough."

 "Thanks, I will.  Do I make an appointment or just stop by?" 

Carrie asked.

 "If they are very busy you might need to make an appointment. 

Usually you can just stop in,"  she said.  "By the way, breast milk is

supposed to be a good nipple treatment if you want to massage in your

colostrum in to your nipples and areola."  Jennifer said as she finished

making notes on the chart.

 Carrie was grateful for the chance to touch herself.  She still lay

fully exposed on the exam table.  She silently wondered if Jennifer knew

about her almost constant state of arousal.  Using her index finger she

massaged in the yellow fluid, using the new exudations of the substance as

she worked her areolae.  

 The rest of the visit went normally, with the exception that the

doctor wanted her to begin twice a month visits now.    

 Carrie moved down the sidewalk to the suite clearly labeled "The

Lactation Center."  "I'll bet Chris sure wishes he were able to come with

me today," she thought as she opened the door.

 Carrie was totally unprepared for what she saw.  A comfortable

waiting room greeted her, complete with the usual chairs, tables and

magazines.  The surprise that greeted her were the pictures on the wall. 

Scattered across the room were poster size photos of women nursing babies.

 Some looked almost as if the baby was simply asleep in mother's arms. 

Others show exposed breasts, some with milk flowing from the nipples

either in drops or spraying from several openings.  The sights mirrored

those on the breastfeeding video she had gotten from Dr. Mayer's office

weeks earlier.  

 Carrie couldn't keep from taking a deep breath as she made a

complete circular visual exam of the room.  What kind of new experience

was she in for?  Not boring by any means.  

 As a receptionist asked," May I help you?", Carrie knew this could

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Subject: CARRIE (12/14) {PREG/MILK}

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PART TWELVE

 The receptionist, wearing a name tag with "Judy," faced her.  "May

I help you?  I can see you have a little one on the way."

 Carrie responded, "Hi.  My name is Carrie.  I'm a patient of Dr.

Mayer, a few doors down. He and his nurse recommended I drop by.  Yes I'm

expecting and plan to nurse.  So I cam just to see what services, advice

might be available."

 "Great!  I'm Judy, one of the certified lactation consultants

here."  Judy said, her smile and voice genuinely warm and friendly.  "We

are a consultant and pump rental service.  With the recommendation of your

doctor, our consultations are at no charge, unless we visit in your home. 

The rental fees for the pumps provide all the income of the service."

 Judy continued.  "We offer initial evaluations, literature, video

tapes, telephone support, hospital consultations as well as rental on

different types of breast pumps.  Is this your first baby?"

 "Yes it is!  Guess it probably shows.  I know this may sound

foolish, but I have never had a relative who nursed a baby, so the only

things I know are the things I have read.  Guess women should know all

about this."

 "No reason to be embarrassed.  With smaller families and people

moving faraway from their families its not uncommon for women to give

birth and having never seen nursing.  Some don't even seem to know what is

happening to their breasts through pregnancy and after birth when their

milk comes in."  Judy explained.  "Why don't you come back and lets see

what we can help you with."

 Carrie agreed and walked through the door to a consultation room in

the back.  It was much like an office crossed with a medical examination

room.  On the way two other women, consultants she guessed, spoke to her. 

She could hear muffled conversation behind one closed door.  

 Entering room marked No. 4, Judy led Carrie to a chair and took a

seat behind a desk. the first few minutes were spent in getting the usual

medical history and progress of pregnancy.  

 "What we usually do in this first visit is an initial breast exam,

provide some literature, answer questions and show you the various pumps

we have for rental as well as some you might purchase from pharmacies.  Is

that okay with you?"  Judy asked.

 "Sure, that's why I'm here."  Carrie answered.  

 "Okay, if you'll remove your blouse and bra, let's examine your

breasts."

 Carrie complied as Judy got a clipboard and rather large magnifying

glass.  Judy moved out from behind the desk and placed a chair in front of

Carrie.  "What changes have you noticed in your breasts since you became

pregnant?" Judy asked.

 "Well,"  Carrie began, "my breasts have gotten larger and heavier. 

I was only a 34B, but now 36 C bras are getting pretty tight.  My nipples

and areola have gotten a lot larger and darker.  There are some bumps that

have shown up on my areola.  And, of course, there is some fluid that

seeps from my nipples, especially if I squeeze them."

 "Very good," Judy nodded.  Those are all normal and expected

changes.  Your breasts are preparing for the job of nourishing your baby. 

Can you feel the glands inside your breasts?"

 Carrie moved her hand to her right breast and began to examine

them, similar to her monthly breast exams.  "Yes I can.  They have really

gotten noticeable, different that what I felt before pregnancy."  

 "Again, that's normal.  And the bumps and glands you feel will be

constantly changing with the production of milk."  Judy pointed to the

drop of colostrum that was beginning to form on the end of Carrie's

nipple.

 "You will have more colostrum in the first 2-3 days after birth.  It is

the perfect food for newborns.  Expressing some will help stretch the milk

glands and milk pools in a woman who is in her first pregnancy.  There is

nothing nasty about it.  It is just an early form of milk.  You may be

able to express as much as a teaspoon from each breast in the last month

of pregnancy."

 "My husband has been helping me with some stimulation and nipple

preparation."  Carrie said.  "Any problem with that?"

 "Not at all.  In fact, that will probably help the two of you stay

even closer during all these transitions."  Judy said.  Reaching for

Carrie's left breast she continued.  "If you squeeze behind the nipple,

here at the edge of the areola, you will notice that the  most colostrum

is expressed because that is where the milk pools are located.  In fact,

that is where the baby will bite down with her gums to force the milk from

your breasts down through the nipple into her mouth.  I can tell also that

you don't have any problem with inversion of nipples."

 Carrie was feeling definite arousal as Judy held her breast.  Her

hands were soft, yet her motions had a firmness that conveyed experience

and confidence.

 Judy continued.  "Take the magnifying glass and look closely at

your nipple as I again express some colostrum.  You will see it come from

several openings in  your nipple."  Carrie watch with genuine interest and

growing excitement as Judy expressed again, very slowly this time.  Sure

enough, through the magnifying glass she could see the fluid appear

through several openings before it combined into one sticky drop.  

 "When your milk comes in, you will probably experience milk

spraying in several tiny openings from your nipples if they are uncovered.

 Its kind of funny, but the jets don't all point in the same direction,

sometimes going in several directions.  I sometimes nurse my baby topless,

for the closeness, and milk sprays in four or five directions if I don't

have a towel or bra over my breast," Judy explained.

 "You are nursing now?" Carrie asked.  Continuing she said, "I cant

imagine seeing that much milk coming from a woman's breast."

 "You wouldn't be offended if I showed you?"  Judy asked with a

subtle smile.

 "Not at all.  I just want to learn all I can about lactation and

nursing."

 "Okay,"  Judy said.  Carrie watched as Judy unbuttoned her blouse

completely, to reveal breasts that must have been D cup size.  There were

pads covering each nipple that could be seen through the cotton material. 

"I'll have to relax and concentrate to achieve a strong letdown reflex" 

Judy said as she unclasped both cups, revealing beautifully tanned breasts

with almost black areolae and nipples.  Carrie couldn't help but gasp as

the sight.  She had never wanted to reach out and touch another woman so

much.  In fascination she watched as Judy closed her eyes in concentration

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Subject: CARRIE (13/14) {PREG/MILK}

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PART THIRTEEN

 Carrie watched with deep interest as Judy closed her eyes in

concentration.  Judy's tanned breasts were topped with the dark brown

areolae and nipples.  As she watched, Carrie saw large nipples, begin to

grow erect.  They were as big around as her finger and reached out almost

an inch.  Unconsciously Carrie's hand found the feel of her own nipple

that

Judy had been examining just moments earlier.  She gave no thought to the

vulnerability of being in an unlocked exam room.  

 With her face no more than two feet from Judy's enormous breasts,

Carrie's eyes grew wide as a tiny drop of white began to appear at the tip

of Judy's nipples.  It took all the control she had not to reach out and

touch the wonder.  Within seconds the drop on each nipple grew so large

that it fell onto Judy's thigh.  It was replaced instantly with another. 

The drops began to fall at a rate of one a second, soon changing to a

constant dribble.  Judy still sat still, with her eyes closed in

concentration.

 Her concentration then was broken with a sigh from Judy's throat. 

The sigh was followed with a rush of milk to the pools underneath the

areola that resulted in several tiny jets a milk that began to spray from

the large erect nipples.  Carrie's mouth opened involuntarily as 7 to 8

tiny lines of milk extended in various directions, one directly toward her

face.  The drops of milk played on her face until she moved her mouth to

intercept the stream, resulting in a pool of milk that began to form under

her tongue.  

 Judy opened her eyes to slits and gazed at the jet of milk

spraying across 2 feet of space directly into Carrie's mouth.  She smiled

as she watched Carrie's fingers pulling on her own nipples.  She didn't

want to interrupt the moment, but she knew the other consultants might not

realize how casually this situation had emerged.  

 Deliberately releasing a louder sigh, she heard Carrie move back. 

Judy then opened her eyes, noticing the droplets of milk on Carrie's face.



 Judy broke the silence.  " I should go ahead and pump since I am flowing

so freely."  Judy got up, drops of milk still freely flowing from her

nipples, and moved to a table where the twin funnels of a professional

breast pump rested.  She quickly turned on the pump and inserted her

breasts into the receptacles.  

 "I was planning to explain these to you anyway.   This is our

deluxe model breast pump.  It pumps both breasts simultaneously.  There is

an automatic cycling feature for the suction.  You can set the frequency

and intensity of the suction.  The other pumps only pump one breast at a

time.  And, they don't have automatic suction regulation.   The manual

ones can actually pump the milk better than the smaller battery models. 

You can create some strong suction with them."  Judy explained.

 Carrie was fascinated at the action of the pump on Judy's breasts. 

With each cycle of suction Judy's areoalae and nipples would be pulled

into the horns of the pump, releasing fresh jets or milk that collected in

the bottles.  Each nipple poured forth their bounty through multiple

openings in the tips.  Judy sat, leaning slightly forward.  Her

magnificent, heavy breasts appeared larger than before as they hung like

twin udders from her chest.  Carrie felt the hot flush of sexual

excitement

moving across her chest, up her neck to her face.  Nonchalantly she

glanced down to see a small dark spot of wetness in the crotch of her

pants.

 Judy continued.  "Carrie, please hold the horns onto my breasts." 

Carrie complied instantly and watched as Judy began to alternately massage

her breasts behind the trapped areolae.  Each massage produced the

expected profusion of milk from the nipple. After several minutes, the

flow of milk had diminished to just a few drops with each cycle of massage

and suction.  Judy reached over and turned off the machine.  She took the

horns from Carrie and placed them on the table.  The milk collected easily

filled an eight ounce bottle when combined.  

 "Will I ever produce that much?"  Carrie asked.  

 "Most women can, especially if its been several hours since you

nursed.  Actually, you should not let your breasts get this full.  Full

breasts signal the brain to slow production.  So you want to keep your

breasts emptied every couple of hours."  Judy rinsed the horns out and

turned to Carrie.  "Would you like to get the feel of this pump?"

 "It will be okay?" Carrie asked, already sitting down next to the

pump.

 "Sure.  That's part of the reason you came isn't it?"  

 Carrie leaned forward, allowing her breasts to hang out in the same

way as Judy.  She held the horns close to her breasts as Judy took her

breasts and guided them, one by one, into the horns.   Carrie was

unprepared for the sensation she felt as Judy turned on the machine. 

Carrie watched with open mouth as the cycles of suction pulled and tugged

her nipples deeply into the horns.  Immediately drops of colostrum formed

on her nipples. Each few seconds a thick, sticky drop fell from the dark

pink tips.  

 "I need to go put this milk into the refrigerator.  I'll be back

in a moment.  The suction is set about medium.  You can control it with

this knob."  Judy said and then left the room.

 Sexual tension was growing rapidly deep inside Carrie.  The taste

and sight of Judy's milk had already lifted her to a higher plateau of

excitement.  Now, with the pump working her hot pregnant breasts, she

moved quickly closer to climax.  She managed to turn the suction to

maximum.  She grimaced as the pink turned to deep red.  The blood inside

her breasts was being pulled to her nipples and areola.  Nipples were

stretched to an inch long and the machine rhythmically pulled and released

them.  

 Quite unexpectedly Carrie climaxed into a quivering orgasm.  Never

had she experienced such intensity from nipple stimulation.  Silently she

was thankful that Judy was not there to distract her.  It felt good to

release the tension.

 Eventually Judy returned.  She offered Carrie some breast cream

which Carrie massaged onto the very sensitive nipples.  It was a forgone

conclusion that she would rent the pump immediately and use it to continue

preparing her breasts for the job of feeding her soon to be born infant. 

 Carrie thought to herself as she left with the pump in its plain

box how much this little device was going to do more than just relieve her

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Subject: CARRIE (14/14) {PREG/MILK}

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PART FOURTEEN

 Carrie's pregnancy had progressed quite quickly it seemed to her. 

She was less than 2 months from her due date.  She had continued to give

much attention to her now 38c breasts.  Her nipples and areola were a dark

wine red color.  The drops of colostrum she expressed  several times a day

had grown to almost a teaspoon from each breast each time.  Hungrily she

licked the thick yellow fluid from her nipples as it exuded with each

rhythmic suction of the breast pump or the expert compression of the milk

pools behind the areola she or Chris used.  The stimulation of her breasts

kept her in a state of at least mild arousal if not on the verge of orgasm

almost constantly.  

 It had been a while since she had visited Anne.  That day she had

called and would visit that afternoon after school.  Carrie's heart

pounded

in her chest, causing her bosom to thump with each beat as she rang the

door bell.  When Anne opened the door, their eyes met with a grin as each

woman reached out to embrace.  

 "Gosh, its great to see you.  Boy, have you grown or what!" Anne

said as she closed the door behind Carrie.  "You must be growing a toddler

in there," she said as her hand affectionately rubbed Carrie's huge belly.





 "Yeah, its jumping around like on a trampoline most of the time! 

Its been amazing to think there's a baby hiding in there.  And all from a

simple act of intercourse."  Carrie said excitedly.  "I would never have

imagined the feelings and sensations from pregnancy.  Its the most

wonderful thing a woman could ever experience."

 "Well tell  me," Anne asked as they sat on the sofa, "are you

still planning to nurse?"

 "Absolutely, " Carrie answered.  "I've been expressing or pumping

several times a day.  Chris suckles me morning, afternoon and bedtime too.

 I love the feeling, not to mention the orgasms it often gives me."

 "You've got to realize that the baby suckles somewhat different

than an adult or a pump.  You need to experience that to really know what

breastfeeding is like."  Anne offered, with a smile.

 Carrie's eyes shone as she talked.  "I am really looking forward to

it.  I sometimes think I could go all day long with someone latched on to

my breast."

 Anne asked, "Would you like to feel my daughter suckle you?  It's

time for me to get her from a nap.  Being sleepy, she'd most likely latch

on to you instantly."

 "Could I?" Carrie asked as she sat up on the edge of the sofa.  

 "I think all three of us would enjoy this.  Let me go get her

while you take off  your blouse and bra.  Its much nicer to nurse

topless."  Anne said as she got up and left.

 Carrie's breathing was deeper and more frequent as she removed her

blouse and the confining bra.  Her breasts had not been stimulated since

lunch, and she ached for attention to them.  The room was warm as Anne

returned with the sleeping baby in her arms.  Leaning over, she handed the

infant to Carrie.  

 Whispering softly, Anne spoke.  "God, you are beautiful girl. 

You definitely don't have inverted nipples.  Let you nipple rub the corner

of her mouth and she will root toward you.  When she opens very wide, put

your nipple and most of your areola in her mouth.  She'll do the rest."

 Carrie's breast never felt hotter as the baby stirred against her

naked belly and chest.  Her head moved around in a searching way.  Finally

she opened her mouth wide and Carrie, using her left hand, guided her

breast to the baby's mouth.  A groan came from deep within Carrie as the

baby grasped the huge breast, immediately compressing the milk pools under

the areola with a force Carrie didn't think possible from an infant.  For

a

minute of so the baby continued to suckle Carrie's pregnant breast as she

felt a mixture of maternal and sexual feelings.

 Abruptly the baby released the breast.  She started whimpering as

if about to cry.  

 "Since you don't have milk yet, she's not getting anything.  We

need to entice her to continue nursing your breast."   Anne said as she

began to remover her pull-over sweat shirt to expose a braless bosom,

surprisingly not as big as Carrie.  Anne sat on the sofa next to Carrie,

facing her.  "I'm going to drip some of my milk on your breast.  With the

taste of the milk, I think she will continue to nurse.  And I can let some

leak on you right at the corner of her mouth and she'll be getting some of

my milk as she suckles on  you.  Is that okay?" 

 "Oh please do." Carrie asked almost breathlessly.  Anne leaned

near so as to place her nipple next to Carrie's breast and manually

expressed.  Instantly several jets of milk covered Carrie's nipple,

areola,

and breast with small drops, some running down her pregnant belly.  Carrie

leaned the baby near her nipple again and the infant latched on with

renewed vigor.  While the baby nursed, Anne allowed her now steadily

dripping nipple to drip where Carrie's areola disappeared into the baby's

mouth.  

 Several minutes passed as Carrie's eyes finally closed in

imagination and excitement.  She felt, rather than saw, Anne lean and

whisper in her ear, "I need to remove the milk from my breasts if you are

going to suckle the baby."

 When Carrie opened her eyes slightly, she saw beside her face

Anne's other breast, milk drops appearing on  and dripping off the nipple

at a rate of 3 or four a second.  Carrie felt the baby's hypnotizing

rhythm

at her breast.  She smelled the fresh milk from Anne's breasts.  Her head

leaned toward the dripping breast as Anne's hand held the back of Carrie's

auburn hair.  Opening her mouth, she took Carrie's milky breast and began

to imitate the suckling action attached to her own breast.  

 Warm, sweet milk swirled into her mouth with each suck.  She found

an abundance that required swallowing after only 2 or  3 sucks.  There,

with the sticky feeling and sweet smell of mother's milk she gave suck as

she suckled herself.   It was no surprise that her mounting sexual

excitement grew rapidly.  

 Anne, too, felt an excitement mounting in her.  One hand was

occasionally squeezing milk from one breast as her other hand held

Carrie's

soft hair, pulling her face to the breast.  Her soft hair draped the

breast Carrie was suckling.  She slipped one leg between Carrie's legs and

began to slide her wet pussy back and forth over Carrie's leg.

 Maybe it was coincidence or minor miracle.  The two women entered

the climax of orgasm together.  A throaty "OOOHhhhhhhhhh" escaped from

Anne's mouth as she felt a fresh rush of milk from her breasts, one

releasing onto Carrie's belly, the other into her mouth.  She knew Carrie

had climaxed too, for she felt her teeth suddenly bite down on the nipple,

sending a wondrous sensation of pain through the nipple.

 Carrie felt an orgasm of unexperienced intensity.  The grasp of the

baby on one nipple while she tugged and twisted the other, the feeling of

warm milk squirting into her own mouth, all was more than she could

control.  She involuntarily felt her teeth clamp down on Anne's nipple.  

 After a blessed eternity of ecstasy, Carrie released Anne's nipple

and leaned back on the sofa.  Anne stood up on shaky legs and took

Carrie's hand helping her to her feet.  Leading her into the bedroom, Anne

helped Carrie lie on the bed, surprisingly with the baby still attached.

 "Let her change breasts." Anne said.  Quickly, Carrie rolled to

position the baby on her other breast.  Anne they lay beside her, higher

up in the bed with the baby between them.  Anne positioned her other,

full breast near Carrie's face.  There was no need for words.

 There in the warm bed, the two women lay.  The infant lay,

contentedly suckling Carrie's breast as Carrie began to suckle the

milk-laden breast Anne offered.  The last thing Carrie thought as she

dozed off to sleep was how she hoped she would never wake up.