0 comments/ 48822 views/ 3 favorites A Woman's Passage By: JackFlash1959 Author’s note: This story was related to me by a woman I met through a charity function. It involves pregnancy, nursing mothers and a small amount of light cuckolding/incest with a brother. I struggled with the category. If you are reading this for a quick JO, this is probably not the story for you! Try one of my other stories for that! Either way ... ENJOY! *** *** I am a woman. I am strong and I am confident. I can do anything I set my mind to. Those were the words that adorned my refrigerator for the last trimester of my pregnancy. They were words of encouragement from my leaders at the clinic where I had to go when I fell on bad times. I guess it would be best to start at the beginning. I married my husband at a very young age. I was 17 and he was 21 and about to graduate college. His name was Martin and he was my first love and at the time, I expected that he would be my only love. We were like wild animals back then fucking with reckless abandon and I could not ever image anyone else ever in my life. We took a lot of risks as I was too afraid to ask for birth control and sometimes he just didn’t have condoms. We fucked and he would pull out or sometimes … he would not. Through some miracle as I thought, I did not get pregnant. We got married in a beautiful ceremony. I always thought it would be the best day of my life. I wore a gorgeous gown of white and the day was perfect. We got to Aruba and had a blast. We “christened” every room in out honey moon suite and even snuck off to scuba dive and fucked under water by a coral reef. It was fantastic and erotic but that is not the story I wish to tell you! We were happy like that for 10 years but then I wanted a baby. We tried and we tried but I could not get pregnant. We tried with him on top and then me on top. We tried me up side down and we took our temperature but these old wives’ tales just were not working. I was, quite honestly, sure that I was the problem and willing to do anything to have a baby. The more we tried the more I wanted a baby. Martin took some pretty negative joking from his family and the strain was beginning to show. At first, he refused to go to a fertility clinic. I had already gone and it was only my desperate pleas that got him to take a day off from work and have his sperm examined. A few days after the tests and we found out that his sperm count was extremely low. There was no explanation for this. We just had to keep on trying or consider adopting. The discussions were fierce. If I could not have a baby of my own, I did not want to adopt. I know, go ahead and judge me! Be critical about the number of beautiful babies out there that deserve a good home like Martin and I could provide … just like my mother judged me, you can too. Even so, I felt as I did. Both she and my father passed away within the first 5 years of my marriage. I lacked the extended support structure I needed beyond Martin. I began to eat out of frustration. I gained some weight. No woman stays the same after they are married. Even so, I gained more weight than most. I was an average sized woman on my wedding day. I refused to diet to “fit into my wedding dress” and stood there at the altar at 5 feet 4 inches tall (before the heels!) and 135 pounds. I had some butt and some breasts but frankly, no man gets all that excited these days about 36B bra sized women! I didn’t care, I had Martin! My frustration grew with both my weight and my lack of pregnancy. I was up to 160 pounds and my breasts had grown more than proportionately. My breasts, with their dark brown nipples and huge areolas, had increased to a whopping 38DD. My hips had also blown up too. I was no longer the woman Martin married. I was saddened as our sexual intensity waned. I still waned to but he was no longer interested. He was always a leg man and big breasts and a fat ass were just not a turn on for him. I felt guilty about my weight and that brought about more eating and then frantic dieting but nothing changed by doing that. I remember the night things did change dramatically for me. Although I had always been a highly sexual woman I was always focused and ensured that Martin was fully satisfied. There were times when I was also satisfied. They were intense times and I lost control of my mind. It was similar to an out of body experience as I was outside myself as it happened. Unfortunately, these times were fairly infrequent. I still wanted a baby and Martin and I were still “trying” but the trying was getting less and less frequent. I was taught that touching myself was wrong and had never done it so I always put myself in Martin’s hands for sexual pleasure. His brother visited our modest home in Manassas Virginia. He had deep dark eyes like Martin and all his features, the chiseled chin and the flowing dark hair. His name was Jason and he sat on our couch as we drank too much wine and watched movies. We watched an old movie named Under Siege. Martin fell asleep and Jason and I sat there in the hot August night. The breeze flowed in and I pulled my skirt up my legs. I did not think anything about fanning myself with my skirt but I assume my panties must have been a bit exposed as Jason was apparently getting excited. When the blonde woman jumped out of the cake with her big breasts bounding about, Jason stopped the video and replayed it several times. It was very exciting to me but Jason had much more experience than I did and he made it clear that he was reviewing it for my benefit. I felt a hot flash that exceeded the heat and could feel a drip run down my thighs. Jason asked if my nipples were small like hers or were they different, large and thick. I knew his little game of seduction and I was not playing! I was faithful to Martin. I answered him truthfully: “It is not any of your business what my nipples or breasts look like! Hers are beautiful; it is true but know this. Your brother enjoys my breasts and my nipples as often as he can!” He smiled with an honest smile and a respectful smile. “I am not seducing you, Mary. I was just comparing as I know that I would never get to see your breasts and I was curious.” I took another sip of wine. It was a fine local Pinot Noir. “My breasts are full and big. My nipples are long and thick and my areolas are very large.” “How large are they, Mary?” “They are bigger than silver dollars and very dark brown … like chocolate.” He smiled. “Well, now I know. Thank you!” “And you?” I asked. “And me, what?” “What do your nipples look like?” and then we both giggled loudly out of control. Martin awoke but remained half asleep. “You two are making too much noise. I’m going to bed. Enjoy yourselves but keep it quiet as I have to work in the morning.” As Martin made his way up the stairs, Jason called out “Enjoy myself? Enjoy myself? Can I take your pretty wife to bed with me??” he laughed. Martin stumbled up the stairs a bit. “My brother, what is mine is yours. Enjoy her and goodnight!” I was furious, mad, and angry and most of all hurt. He was treating me like property! Jason put in another DVD and it was pornography. I objected and got up to leave but Jason was quick to fill my glass with more wine. “Please stay. I can turn off the DVD but I’m just so lonely and need some companionship.” I looked in his sad, road weary eyes and sat down with my glass of wine. “It is bed time when this glass is done! And, I mean separate beds you horny devil!” Jason laughed. “DVD on or off, my Priestess?” It had just started and there were naked women and men all over the screen. I wondered for a moment what I would talk to Jason about. “Keep it on for now but if it gets silly, I want it off, ok?” He nodded. I fanned myself again with my skirt and Jason sat next to me to see the TV better. On the screen we watched as a lovely woman walked along a beautiful pool in California. She had the body of a goddess with large breasts and thin hips. Her ass was tiny and I laughed at her obscure proportions. Obviously she was made of plastic. As she took her top off, the pool “boy” who was a very seriously tanned and handsome man came to put suntan oil on her body. “What are you laughing at?” Jason asked. “Her breasts are out of proportion to her ass, Jason. It is just so fake. It is like seeing the wires and props behind a martial arts fight seen … just not real, my dear.” He nodded. “You are right but it is still exciting.” We watched as the pool “boy” put lotion on the side of her breasts and rubbed her nipples. She turned over and he took down the bottom of her bathing suit. He got between her legs and began licking her clit and she moaned. I chuckled again and took another sip of wine. “What?” asked Jason with some irritation. “Who does that? Oral sex is only in movies like this. Ridiculous!” “Are you kidding? Oral sex is awesome. Don’t you and Martin have oral sex?” “Jason, you are kidding me again. Don’t give me this bullshit about how ‘worldly’ you are. You have never done that for a woman and no woman has ever done that for you. Don’t be crazy, it is just Hollywood bullshit”. “But Mary, that is not true. I have done that many, many times and had that done to me as well. You are being naïve, my sweet, and missing a wonderful experience!” I looked at him and then back to the screen as the pool “boy” pulled his cock out of his shorts. It was big and thick and made for this kind of movie. It was very exciting to see such an exotic penis. The head was thick and purple and the veins were gorgeous as they flowed down to his hairless balls. I remember licking my lips and fanning myself again and glancing over at Jason. He had pulled his cock out of the end of his shorts and it lay semi-hard against his leg. ‘ “Jason! What are you doing?” “I’m enjoying myself as my brother insisted I do” and he laughed. “Just don’t touch me with that thing, ok?” My eyes adjusted to the light and he turned his attention back to the TV. Jason’s cock was thick like the pool “boy’s” cock. I guessed that it might even be a bit longer than what we were watching on TV. Heat was rising from between my legs. Jason was bigger than Martin but that really wasn’t all that important. I was fascinated by the way he stroked it so calmly. Each stroke up and his thumb would caress the top of his cock and often his finger would caress the underside of his cock. The head was much thicker than the shaft and all in all and with my lack of experience, Jason had a very pretty cock. On the TV, the pool “boy” was riding the busty babe hard. The camera showed great angles of the cock sliding in and out and my pussy was beginning to be drenched! I could smell the excitement in myself. My nipples hardened and poked right through my bra and my thin top. Looking up, I could see that Jason was looking at my breasts. “I know that it is not a proper thing to say but you have nicer breasts than she does, Mary.” I blushed. “Thank you, Jason. What are you going to do when you ummm explode?” “Oh, I won’t cum to this movie. I can only cum to the real thing. It feels nice but I’d have to see you naked in order to cum.” I got up and got a paper towel. I did not believe him. The movie had me close to climax and I wasn’t even touching myself! He looked ready to cum to me. When I came back, he had his shorts off and I offered him the paper towels. “You can climax in those.” “Does that mean you are taking your top off?” “Me?” “Yes, silly!” he laughed and I decided that I liked Jason’s laugh. I pulled my V neck apart and showed him my cleavage. I ran my finger tips along my cleavage and leaned forward for him. “You can look but you cannot touch!” He nodded. To me, they were only breasts and I was still angry at Martin for treating me bad. I reached behind me and slowly and seductively pulled my bra off. It felt nice to have my heavy globes free in side my dress. Jason watched me with wide eyes as I slowly showed him my left breast. My areola came into view and he caught his breath. It is dark brown and very large. My hard nipple came next and I slid the side of my dress outside my breast and the dress held my tits together. I did the same with my right breast and he gasped. My long nipples extended more than ¾ of an inch and they were thick. I cupped my tits with my hand and then folded my hands under them and they naturally hung there over my forearms. I cupped them again and circled my hard nipples with my fingers. The way he was stroking, I expected him to cum at any second. “You are beautiful! My brother married a goddess!” I laughed. “Honey, remember that those these are large, my ass matches them!” I hefted them with my hands again knowing that I was teasing him. I pinched my nipples with a sly grin. “No, no … you are truly a beautiful woman!” I smiled and took the compliment and looked down at his cock. “and you are very thick, Jason. How do women ummm take you?” “Very slowly” he laughed and I laughed and my breasts jiggled. He leaned forward and sucked my nipple into his mouth. It was a sudden movement and I was not prepared for it. It felt glorious. “Jason! What is the matter with you? I said you could look but not touch!” He continued to suck and I felt it right down into my pussy. Of course Martin had feasted on my ample breasts many times but this was naughty, and like a kid doing something bad and getting away with it … it felt better and I let him suck and lick. I guided his head from side to side. I tilted my head back and enjoyed his sucking for several minutes. He kissed my stomach and I suddenly realized that he had unbuttoned the entire front of my dress. Jason kneeled between my legs and kissed my thighs. He was honoring me with his kisses. He kissed all along my thighs and his light affections felt sweet and warm. He pulled aside my panties and put my hands on his head. “Jason, you have gone too far! You need to stop and stop now!” I felt the warmth of his breath tickle my pubic hairs as his tongue reached out and licked my already slippery outer lips. I groaned. It was not something I could control. I had lost all control of the situation! His tongue snaked out and touched where no one had ever licked before. The velvet skin slipped along my lips and up to my clit. His tongue was everywhere all at the same time. In a vain attempt to get back control of my body, I clamped my legs together but that only put my thighs around his ears. His licking continued. Where he had been using the point of his tongue before, he was now licking with the rougher back part of his tongue and my clit was responding with rapid extension! His lips surrounded my clit and he sucked and flicked it with that sweet tongue of his. “Oh JASON!” I cried out. He kept going as I felt an orgasm flow through my entire body. My toes curled and stuck there as I arched my back and grabbed by big tits and pinched my nipples. I was beyond any semblance of control. I opened my legs and Jason slid two fingers into my pussy as he continued his assault on my clit. Another wave of orgasm hit me and tears flowed from my eyes. This man had, in a few moments, truly brought me to orgasmic heights I had never reached before. And yet, he kept licking, sucking and finger fucking my sopping pussy. I put my hands beside his head and held him there. As the third orgasm in rapid succession ripped through me I threw my head from side to side and finally pushed him away from me to the floor. My breaths were coming in hurried gasps. My heart was pounding out of my chest. My breasts were heaving. I felt dizzy and confused. Then, I felt indebted to him and at the same time ashamed of what I had done. It was confusing. I remembered teasing him by holding my tits for him. I remembered showing him my thighs albeit unintentionally but I did show him my thighs. He made me climax like I had never climaxed before. He deserved better than me. His brother deserved better than me. I was a whore and a slut. No wonder I couldn’t get pregnant. As a whore and a slut, I didn’t deserve to have babies and raise a family. God knew my nature from the time I was born. I thought that God knew that some day, though I had many years of being good, I would do something like what I had just done. The Nuns at the Catholic High School I attended knew I would be a dirty whore and a slut. Now, I had proven it. New tears flowed down my cheeks and I embraced my brother. He pet my hair and held me tight for several minutes. My eyes stayed closed and soon my tears slowed. I eventually opened my eyes and there before me was his semi-cock. I was a slut and a whore and I had put myself in this bad situation. This cock, inches from my face was so different than its brother. I reached down and touched it gently at first and it moved. I stroked it softly and it grew again. That head was so thick and I was already in so deep. This man had pleasured me so much, how could I not give him pleasure back? My lips opened and almost on autopilot, I sucked the thick head in. My mouth hurt to open so wide and I heard my brother sigh as I sucked the head. My tongue flicked the sides and moved all around it. I really didn’t know what I was doing as this was my first time. I bobbed up and down several times stroking the shaft with my hand. My tits bumped into his cock and he groaned. With that approval, I pushed his cock between my tits and gave my tired mouth a rest. Up and down I pushed his cock between my big tits. Why wouldn’t he cum? What was I doing wrong? I looked up at him and he smiled gently. “Why don’t you cum?” I asked innocently enough. He kissed my forehead. “It’s ok, Mary, I will cum some time later. You did a very good job and I am so ready to cum but I just need a woman’s pussy to finish the job.” “I’m sorry but you are not getting into my pussy.” “That is ok. I’m ok with that.” And he handed me my glass of wine. I drank it down quickly while still holding his thick and hard cock. It felt nice in my hand and I squeezed it several times. Martin would normally squirt if I just rubbed him for several seconds. Here was Jason and he needed special circumstances to cum. I guessed that it was Jason’s experience with so many women that caused him to last so long. “If I let you in, how long will it take for you to cum?” I asked him. He smiled. “Oh, not long” I don’t know why but I did not want to look at him while we did this. I kneeled on the couch and bent over the back. He got behind me and lifted my skirt. His hands reached around and cupped my long hanging tits. He pinched and pulled my nipples. “DO it! Hurry before I change my mind!” I said. His hands parted my ass cheeks and I felt the invasion of his thick and bulbous cock head. It was hot and hard as it slid passed my defenses. My pussy lips parted and stretched. I was soaking wet but it was difficult getting his cock in me. I groaned and felt that out of control feeling sweep past me. I pushed back harder onto his cock and felt most of it slide deep within me. I released a breath of satisfaction as he pulled back from me but not out. “You like that, don’t you.” He said softly. “Yes, Jason … it … feels really nice” I replied as he kept up the slow thrusting rhythm. “Nice?” and he slammed his cock a few more inches into me. “Nice?” and a few more inches invaded my steamy cunt and I grunted in pleasure. “Do you like it?” “Yes!” “Do you love it?” and he began a faster rhythm of slamming his cock into me. My tits swung under me and with every thrust, my nipples dragged across the back of the couch. My nipples hardened and felt like they were on fire. “YES!” “Do you love my cock? Tell me … do you love how hard it is? Do you love how thick it is? Do you want it? Do you want me to keep fucking you??” A Woman's Passage “Ohhh Jason … yes … yes and keep ohhhh God … Jason! Keep fucking me! Don’t stop!” Jason did not stop. He fucked me hard and I got into a cycle of orgasm after orgasm. I had rarely had orgasms before and suddenly I was having what I now know to be a multiple orgasm! Wave after wave shook my entire body. My pussy clamped and released in time with his cock. My pussy juices were running down my thighs to my knees. Jason turned me over and brought my hot cunt to the edge of the couch. He kneeled on the floor. “Watch it. Watch it slide into your cunt. Give me your hand!” He took my hand and put it on my clit. I had never played with myself before and he quickly forced me to rub my clit as his cock split my cunt. He held my ankles up back to my shoulders. My big tits swung between my legs and rested on my belly, My hand reached around and frigged my clit as we both watched his cock pound my pussy. “Baby … you have the best tits of any woman I have ever fucked and your pussy is like a tight glove … ohhhhhhhh shit!” His face contorted and turned red as he held his breath. I had seen Martin do this many times just before cuming. “No!” I thought “Don’t cum in me! I’m fertile now!” Then I felt his balls release and he shoved his cock as deep as it would go up inside my pussy. The whole world was in a confused slow motion as I felt each and every pump of that magnificent cock drive his sperm deep inside me. Yes and No became confused and became one. Later he told me that I was crying in his ear “Yes” followed by “No” rapidly one after the other. I wanted his cum. I wanted him to cum and I continued to cum like never before. I laid there with him between my legs and his head gently on my tits. We were exhausted and the reality of the situation began to creep in. We got up and avoided eye contact. I cleaned up the cum that flowed from my raw and soon to be sore pussy. “We need to talk” I said and he nodded as he put away the DVD. “What if I get pregnant?” I said as I put my dress back on. “What do you mean? Martin said that you couldn’t get pregnant.” he said with shock rising in his voice as I got dressed. “What do you mean, what do I mean? Martin and I are trying to have a baby!” I brushed my hair back and stood with my hands on my hips. “I know that but he said that you guys were trying and couldn’t have a baby because you were infertile!” Anger with Martin swept over my face but I did not know what to do. I had just had the most glorious climax of my life and here I was feeling guilty about it. On top of that I was probably pregnant. I looked at Jason and could tell that he was feeling guilty too. “What do we do?” Jason stepped toward me and gave me a hug. I didn’t want one but he gave it to me anyway and I reciprocated. “It is not a problem until you miss a period, right? So, it is not a problem right now.” Jason stayed with us for a week before returning to Venezuela. Though we both wanted to, we had no other opportunity to fuck. Each night of the week, I made love to Martin the way we always did and I went to sleep unsatisfied. After Jason left, I decided that Martin needed to be trained. One night, I kneeled before him and pulled down his pants as I stared wantonly into his eyes. He smiled as I sucked his cock into my mouth and bobbed up and down. Within a few minutes, the man I loved had climaxed into my mouth and then … fallen asleep. I got creative. I woke him early in the morning. As he penetrated me, I raised my legs up and held them under my arms giving him one hell of a view of my big tits and my large lipped pussy being invaded by his cock. I rubbed my clit as he pounded me and finally I had a climax a few minutes after he shot his load deep inside me. I began masturbating frequently. My breasts were getting bigger and my clit and my pussy lips seemed to be getting large and then I found how why. I missed my period. I double checked everything and it was true. I was pregnant. I hesitated but asked myself the question that begged asking: “Who was the father?” I decided that I really didn’t care. At least the baby was mine and as far as I was concerned, the baby was also Martin’s. The first and second trimester went extremely well. My body was prepared for this event and Martin was finally getting excited to be a father. I actually did not gain any weight. I was surprised and the doctor was concerned. I began exercising daily as I tried to be as healthy as possible for the day of birth. As I entered my third trimester, Jason came to visit us. He was happy for us and made bad jokes as I waddled around the house. He was staying with us only a few days and I remembered fondly the night we had together. I hadn’t climaxed like that since though I had learned to masturbate myself very well. *** It was a Tuesday when my world fell apart. I am not sure how it happened. Jason was visiting us and we were laughing and joking at the kitchen table. I got up to clean some of the cookware when Martin asked to see me alone in our bedroom. Jason had gone pale and left the room. “Did you sleep with him?” Martin asked. I hesitated and knew that I could not lie. I believed that I loved my husband and all along I knew that my deception of sleeping with his brother would catch up with me. “You did! Why?!” He spat out. His face contorted in rage. I heard Jason leave by the front door. “DON’T LOOK AT HIM! I will deal with him later!” Martin was more angry than I had ever seen him. “Is that my baby!? Is it? Answer my questions!” and he grabbed my shoulders and shook me. I dropped to the floor and cried. The tears flowed and I cried harder than I ever cried before. My hands folded on my extended belly when I felt the slap to my face. I rolled over and over again and immediately backed into the corner of the kitchen attempting to avoid another hit. “I’m SORRY!” I cried out. “It was a mistake! I made a mistake but I love YOU!” He paced back and forth. “It’s not my baby, is it!” “Did you hear me? I LOVE you! The baby will be ours even if it is not yours because we are one together! I only had sex with him one time and you and I have made love hundreds of times. It HAS to be yours!” “How do I know?” “Why do you care?” “Get out! Get out! Get out!” he screamed. I got up off the floor, my cheek still stung from his striking me. I walked into the bedroom and packed a few things. As I headed for the door, I turned back to him. Martin refused to look at me. “I love you. Our love can overcome this” I called out to him. “Get out, you dirty pig! You have violated our oath of marriage to ‘forsake all others’ or did you forget that?” “I made a bad mistake and I’m very sorry. But … we have so much to live together for!” “Get out, now. You can come back tomorrow morning for your things. I won’t be here.” *** I stayed with my sister and her family for 3 days. It was obvious that though she loved me, I was a burden to her and her family. I called Martin every day and he refused to return my calls. I checked myself into homeless mother’s clinic on the outskirts of Manassas. My sister got the letter from Martin’s lawyer suing for divorce and I got a lawyer to fight for support and child care. Martin agreed to a descending stipend for 2 years but no child support unless the child was proven to be his. Though a small award, it would allow me to have my baby and then get started on a career. Through this divorce process, I found that Martin was not the man than I married. Forgiveness is something that each of us has that we should be willing to give. Martin could not forgive anything. Suddenly, in the presence of the judge, he was bringing up all the wrongs that I had ever done to him and yet, I had no recollection of these wrongs nor did I think they were a big deal. I walked away from Martin happy in the knowledge that I did not invest one more moment in that relationship but scared about being out on my own. I got involved in single, pregnant women’s groups. We were all there for reasons that we would rather not discuss but … we discussed them anyway. It was helpful to hear other women and their tales of woe. Even so, there were many more nights of tears at the shelter as I sat alone preparing for my unknown future as a single mother. It took time, but I was able to find an apartment and a few furnishings like a bed, an old couch and a table and chairs. At one group meeting, I met Sandra. Sandra was a cute, short hair, blonde woman and 3 months pregnant. We made a pact together that she would assist in my delivery if I would assist in hers. We got along great and talked about rooming together but she needed to be closer to DC and I had just signed a 1 year lease. So the sign stayed on my refrigerator for me to review every day before my morning workout as I awaited the birth of my baby: I am a woman. I am strong and I am confident. I can do anything I set my mind to. On a Saturday evening at 11:30, I felt my first contraction. The second one came 20 minutes later but I knew that I was on my way. I called Sandra and asked her to come stay with me until we went to the hospital. Justin James Walker was born at 1:26 on Sunday afternoon. I was so happy that I cried and cried and Sandra joined me in my tears. Monday morning, I was wheeled out of the hospital thanking God for my baby and the government for assistance to help pay for the hospital. Before leaving, I had to sign the birth certificate. Under the title of father, I put “unknown”. Life became wonderful though I knew it wouldn’t last. There were hours where I just stared at him while he slept. He was so beautiful to behold. When I breastfed him, I stopped everything I was doing and just sat there holding him and watching him feed. I continued my regime of exercise and included Justin in my workouts. I walked each day and as I got more fit, I began to run pushing Justin’s carriage. I found that working out with weights really toned my calves and thighs and I loved the little muscle I got on my biceps. I can remember getting dressed one day and realizing that all my clothes were too big. The breast feeding was keeping me slim and the workouts kept me tone. I needed to replace my clothes before looking for a job! I bought a scale and was shocked to see that I had dropped to 117 pounds. My ass had disappeared into tight and firm buttocks! As I put on my clothes I laughed when I realized that I my bra still fit pretty well. Between my workouts and mother nature, I was looking like Barbie! I bought a new nursing bra and found that the right size for me was 34 DD. When the bills came in, I was tempted to contact both Jason and Martin and have a test done for determining parentage and also child support. As the urge got stronger, I caught a glimpse of the sign on my refrigerator: I am a woman. I am strong and I am confident. I can do anything I set my mind to. I decided that I did not want either one of the men in Justin’s life. I would let them know that he was born. If they decided to have Justin be part of their lives, then they could make the next move but I was to be self sufficient as best I could. Martin’s checks would cease soon enough and I had to get back on my feet! I wrote them each a note and enclosed a picture of Justin. I never heard back from either them. I needed to begin working outside the home and though it broke my heart, Justin would have to stay with a baby sitter. I found a job in a small legal firm across town but could not find a babysitter. I was starting the job in two weeks! Excitedly, Sandra and I shopped for new “work” clothes. They were classic and businesslike. Sandra chastised me for buying them a size bigger than I wore but I did not want to enter a new job wearing tight fitting clothes. As we walked the mall, she grabbed my arm and gasped. “My water broke!” We were at the hospital within the hour and her contractions started in earnest about another hour later. She suffered through 8 tough hours of labor and I was there for her for each one. The nurses had fun taking turns with Justin and though it was hard to believe, he slept through most of Sandra’s blood curdling screams to “get this fucking baby out of me!” Two days later and I visited her and her daughter, Kate at her house in Fairfax. She sat on a couch looking exhausted and both seemed to be having trouble sleeping. Justin was fussing a bit and it was his naptime. I lifted my shirt and unclipped my nursing bra releasing my ample mammary from its confines. My nipple immediately distended and Justin latched on and closed his eyes. I felt my milk “let down” and flow into his mouth. I knew that he just needed comfort to sleep and that he wouldn’t be taking much milk. Sure enough, he was deep asleep and my nipple was dripping milk. Sandra stared. Tears welled up in her eyes. “Mary, I’m a horrible mother!” she blurted out as Kate fussed in her arms. “Kate just isn’t taking to me like Justin takes to you! She’s lost weight in only two days and I’m really worried.” I put Justin on the carpeted floor surrounded by pillows and sat next to Sandra comforting her. I put my arms around her. “Why don’t you feed her now?” Sandra’s red rimmed eyes looked into mine. “My nipples are sore and cracked and she just isn’t getting enough milk! I’m going to go on formula tomorrow when I go to the store.” I brushed her hair back and stroked her cheek. “Honey, you don’t have to breast feed to be a good mother. Many wonderful mothers bottle feed. Even so, have you given it your best shot? Look at you, you haven’t slept and you look exhausted. You are just trying too hard.” “I don’t know what you want me to do. It just frustrates me” She lifted up her shirt and she was braless. Her pear shaped breasts with their pink nipples came into view. Her nipples looked rough and abused with their cracks from dried milk. She lay Kate on her lap and Kate began rooting for the nipple. She started to suck but stopped. She started again and stopped again. “What are you most worried about?” I asked gently. “Your pride or your baby?” “My baby, of course! She’s not gaining any weight and the doctor said she must gain weight or we HAVE to put her on formula.” “Again, my sweet” I started. “There is nothing wrong with formula and it doesn’t mean you failed as a mother! Let me give her my breast and then you will know that she has gotten a good feeding and you get to give your nipples a break.” She only hesitated a moment and then Kate was in my lap. I stroked Kate’s face and her tiny mouth clamped onto my thick brown nipple. I cooed at her and she sucked and I felt that familiar feeling of my milk releasing into her tiny mouth. She sucked for several minutes and was apparently very hungry. I had plenty of milk and soon she was completely satisfied and falling asleep. I put her down in her crib. On the way back to the living room, I found the unopened gift bag from the hospital. I opened it and found a tube of aloe cream inside. As I rounded the corner into the living room I sat close to Sandra. Her pride was wounded that I was able to breastfeed her baby and she wasn’t. That needed to be fixed immediately. “Sandra, do you really want to breast feed Kate?” “Yes, you know I do!” I opened the bottle of aloe and lifted her shirt and began rubbing the aloe on her nipples. I pulled and pushed them until I had covered them in a thick coat of aloe. Her nipples felt wonderful in my slippery fingers. She groaned as the aloe soaked in and soothed her pain. “Every time, after you feed Kate, you put this aloe on your nipples. If Kate skips a feeding, you take this breast pump and pump the milk out. I want these tits pumping milk like a fucking cow!” She giggled and laughed and we hugged. “On top of that, I’ll be here every day to give Kate a big feeding until you are ready to be her sole feeder and that way, you can be sure that she won’t be losing weight.” Sandra smiled and shook her short blond hair. “You are the best friend a girl could have” and she kissed my cheek and forehead and squeezed me tight. I squeezed her back and could feel her breast against my arm. *** I followed up on my promise with my best friend but with two days before starting work, I still did not have a baby sitter. It had been a full week and being there with Sandra and Kate every day was really a blast. I really didn’t want to rejoin the work-world but I had to in order to stay independent. As had become our ritual, Sandra and I sat across from each other as we fed our children. Her breasts had filled in nicely and her nipples were no longer cracked. They had thickened and hardened and she was producing plenty of milk for her little Kate. But today, Kate was full as was Justin. We laid them down for a nap and looked at each other with a giggle. Here we stood, two grown women with our tits hanging out looking lopsided as one tit was empty and the other was engorged! “I have more milk in the freezer than I know what to do with!” Sandra chuckled. “I guess we’ll have to squeeze the extra out in the sink. We walked to the sink and she looked at my engorged and purple veined breast. “You have the most amazing breasts. They are so beautiful.” She hesitated a moment. “Have you ever tasted the milk?” I shook my head no and wrapped both hands around my right tit and then stopped. “Do you want to?” She grabbed a cup but as I squeezed, the milk went everywhere but in the cup. Our eyes met and she tilted her head to my nipple and she sucked. I felt the let down of my milk into her mouth. I also felt something totally different. I felt a trickle of juice slide down my thigh as I moaned in relief. Sandra kept sucking and licking and I stroked her soft hair and murmured “Yes, sweetie … that is so nice.” When my breast was drained she offered me her breast. At first I said no but quickly, I said Yes. We sat in the living room and I nursed from her. She closed her eyes as I slurped on her tit and drained it. The milk was warm, smooth and thin. I enjoyed the taste. I also found the intimate contact was turning me on. It had been so long since I had been intimate with someone that my juices were flowing from between my legs. I sat up and softly kissed her lips. She smiled and kissed me back gently and slowly. Her tongue entered my mouth and engaged my tongue. Suddenly, we were ripping each other’s clothes off right there in the living room. The giggling and laughter turned to moans of delight as I felt her heft my big tits. “My god Mary, these are huge! Breastfeeding has been very good to you … and look at your sweet ass … you are one hot property!” I smiled and kissed her lips again as we hugged. Her fingers found their way down along my slip hip to the hollow of my pelvis where she slowly stroked my pubic hair teasing me as I awaited her touch of my pussy lips. I kissed her neck and pulled her closer encouraging her touch and she slipped a slender finger along my sopping pussy lips. I was swollen from excitement and her fingers deftly and carefully entered my love canal. It felt wonderful as I hadn’t masturbated in so long and her fingers were so adept at pleasuring me. She stroked my clit gently at first and then with more ardor as she devoured my lips and tongue. I stroked her breasts and found her thigh. I felt upwards for my prize and scratched her soft pubic hair before sliding a finger along her pussy. Her lips were soft, thick and pliable in my inexperienced fingers. I found her clit and stroked it gently. She urged me on and I stroked her harder pressing her soft flesh between my fingers. We rubbed each other softly and gently racing each other toward a climax. We would kiss and then stop and look at each other and then kiss some more. Our breathing became irregular and we spread our thighs for greater access to our swollen, soaking pussies. A Woman's Passage She knew what she was doing with her marvelous fingers. They played and pushed and took over my body. She brought me to a wonderful climax that shook me deeply. I shivered and shook for several minutes and lost all control of myself and stopped playing with her. As my climax subsided, I looked up with guilt as I realized that I had not brought Sandra to a climax. I wanted her to cum like I had. I placed my hand on her pussy but she jumped up and said “Wait here”. When she returned, she sat down in front me. “You are my best friend and I have to share something with you and I need you to tell me that I am not some sort of freak … ok?” I nodded and she pulled out a vibrating dildo. It was not very big but hummed as she turned the dial in the back. “I don’t think that using a dildo is a freakish thing … what’s so freakish?” I asked her. She smiled as she applied the vibe to her clit. “Two things … oh, this feels nice … ummmm thing 1: I like to be watched. I mean, I like to participate but sometimes I just like to have someone watch me play with myself … ohhhh are you watching?” “Yes” I said, “and you are gorgeous. You have such a beautiful pussy!” She began to plunge the vibrator into her pussy and fuck herself and I wondered what “thing 2” was. Her tits were bouncing and her whole body began to quake. She arched her back and then curved her back and I got closer. Pussy juice was flowing down her pussy and into her ass crack. “Oh yeah … that’s it, you’re gonna see it now … oh shit … mmmm” At that moment her pussy ejaculated 18 inches across and hit my lap. Another ejaculation shot out followed by a few short spurts after that. I was in shock. I had never seen or heard of such a thing. Initially, I thought she had peed on my but the smell was not a pee smell. I had never seen such a wonderful display of an orgasm! “Are you freaked out by that?” she asked when she caught her breath. I hugged and our tits pressed together. “No honey, I’m not freaked out at all. I’m excited by it and I want to see it again some time soon!” We giggled and Justin awoke in a foul mood. As I got to the door to leave, Sandra looked at me. “Why don’t you let me baby sit Justin when you go to work?” “You would do that?” I asked. She nodded and I had that problem solved. *** The weeks went by and Sandra and I got even more comfortable with each other’s breastfeeding. I would drop Justin off at 8:00am and she would feed him from her own breasts at lunch time and I would get back around 5:30 and feed him as we ate dinner together. For her, the extra demand for milk had increased her bust line and she enjoyed the looks she got from men as she walked the street with her two little babies. For me, a similar thing occurred except that since I was feeding less often after a high demand pattern was in place, my breasts got engorged every day at around noon and required me to drain them into the sink in the ladies room! I could literally feel them pressing on the boundaries of my bra around 11:30 and I knew that I would be bursting by the time I ran to the bathroom. It was at work that I met Charles Warner. The first time I saw him, he had a meeting with our senior partner, Jim Ready. Charles had inherited a fortune but had spread it among many investments and non-profit/charities. He was upset that a charity that he had invested in had decided to change their direction and strategy after they had his money and he wanted it back. I could hear him in the conference room and he was obviously agitated. “Damn it Jim! They lied on all their filings and they lied right to my face and they continued to lie while they were taking my donation offshore! That is just not good for my foundation to be involved in their new aggressive strategy and we must either get the money back or have them reverse their course and we need to be quick about it. It’s $25 million dollars!” Jim held out his hands in a placating manner. “Look, I know that there are a series of steps that we must take in order to correct things here but I have been in touch with Brian Johnson and he assures me that …” At that moment I walked by. Honestly, I walked by to get a better look at the handsome Mr. Warner. I had no hope of getting introduced nor did I really want to. But, the other women at the office were always going nuts over him and I wanted to see what the fuss was about. Indeed, he was handsome as he stood there in the conference room at just over 6 feet and approximately 40 years old. His hair was a medium brown and he sported a nice all over tan from hosting charity golf tournaments. Suddenly, I realized that Jim was calling my name and I entered. He quickly introduced us but Charles paid no attention. Jim asked for coffee and I briskly walked out to get it. Upon my return, Charles avoided my eyes and cleared his throat for a moment. “Excuse me” he said as I tried to exit quickly. “Yes?” “Umm, I’m sorry for before.” He spoke softly. “Sorry for what? I don’t know what you are talking about.” I replied and looked to Jim for clarification. Jim shrugged an “I don’t know”. “I ignored you when you came in and one of the things I have to do better is treat people better. I have a hard time getting to know people. So … I’m sorry.” He looked up and I saw sweet and bright blue eyes staring back at me. I offered my hand and he shook it. Then he looked at me again. “What do you think of this?” I had no idea what he was talking about. He explained that he had a $6 million dollar charitable grant that he didn’t know what to do with. One option was to give it to the animal rescue league but he already had money there. A second option was to give it to a group supporting rare birds in northern Maine. He felt that both these options were solid, upstanding charities but he was tired of giving to animal groups. “Why don’t you start a new charity on your own?” I asked. Jim cleared his throat indicating that I should probably keep my mouth shut and leave the room but I didn’t. I remembered my refrigerator: I am a woman. I am strong and I am confident. I can do anything I set my mind to. I pushed on. “What about the Laleche league?” “The breastfeeding women??? Doesn’t that already exist?” he asked incredulously. I nodded. He looked down for a moment. “No, they aren’t needy enough.” I nodded again and waited a moment. Then I started with “What about a charity that provides support to unwed mothers with a focus on nursing babies. I mean, I just had a baby and as single mother I really could have used some guidance and help just out of the hospital.” “What would you suggest?” “I would start with some experimental offices in only a few cities that offered poor single women help and support for the first 8 to 10 weeks after having a baby. Services offered could be providing baby sitting so the women could get out and go shopping. Additionally, nutritional education and breastfeeding support. Finally, a plan for getting the single woman back on her feet at the right time. I’m not talking about throwing money at these women but I am talking about free services to get them started.” Jim’s jaw was almost to the floor and I realized that maybe my job was in jeopardy. Even so, it was Jim who embraced the idea first. He rubbed his chin and began to throw additional ideas out about the services that could be offered and by starting his own charity; Charles would be sure how the money would be spent. Charles adopted the idea and asked me to be part of the team creating it. Within two months we had the charity up and running in one city and providing service for 8 women and their children. Charles and I worked together often and we got to know each other. Since that first day, I wasn’t intimidated by his good looks or the fact that he never had to worry about money. I also didn’t go out of my way to see him as other women were throwing themselves at him. Jim suggested that I go to a Saturday golf charity tournament and help represent the firm. He assured me that my lack of golfing ability was not a factor. I literally had to show up, pour some beer and leave if I wanted to. I had no clothes that would look good on a golf course so Sandra and I went shopping. She convinced me to buy a tight pink golf shirt with white shorts that hugged my hips. I even invested in new sneakers with pink socks that matched my top. The night before the event, Justin was teething and suffering through a tough evening. I held him all night but he would not nurse and he would not sleep. By morning I was tired but not too tired to attend the golf outing. Sandra came by to watch him and of course, he fell asleep as I walked out the door running late. The course was beautifully decorated with green markers commemorating Albert Warner’s contributions to society. Of course, Albert was Charles’ father who passed away 5 years previously. We served a hearty breakfast and had special golf Ts and T shirts and presents. There were awards at the end of the day for different golf events and I was the lucky women to hand out the prizes. At the end of the day, I was exhausted. I was surprised that Charles wasn’t more tired. He looked at me and smiled “How about dinner with me tonight?” I hesitated and looked around a minute. “Just dinner to get to know each other a bit” he added quietly. “Let me make a phone call and see”. I called Sandra and explained that I might have a date and could she keep watching Justin. She was very excited for me and didn’t have a problem with it watching Justin. We went around back and he held the back door of a limo for me. We had privacy in the back and I realized that I had no idea where we were going and I wondered if I was dressed ok. We stopped in an ally behind The Capital Grill. “I’m not dressed for this place” I stated softly. “Don’t worry, we’ll be fine.” He smiled. “But I don’t want to embarrass you!” Then the car door opened and a man in a dark suite stated “Mr. Warner, your private booth is available. Please follow me.” We followed him into the restaurant where we sat completely by ourselves. We chatted through dinner and the only thing that bothered me was my heavy breasts. I hadn’t had a chance to empty them all day and they were more engorged than at any other time and pressing hard against my bra. I could feel them leaking behind my bra and they were almost to the point of hurting. We got back into the limo after a wonderful dinner and honestly, I had had too much wine. The driver raised the partition and I leaned forward in my pink golf shirt and kissed Charles Warner directly on the lips. He tasted good. His lips were soft and sweet and his eyes closed as our lips met. The first kiss was good but the second kiss was a memory keeper as he pulled me closer and pressed my breasts into his chest. I took off his shirt and pulled down his pants as the limo turned corners around the town of Vienna and headed toward my home in Manassas. I pulled out his cock and began stroking it. It rose steadily and I was happy with the size of his bulging mushroom head and the thickness. My lips barely fit over it and I sucked it hard. He stroked my hair as I kneeled in front of him and sucked his hard and thick cock. My hand gripped his shaft and pulled on the skin. As my mouth bobbed my hand stroked. I kept sucking and licking and I could feel his excitement rise with each upward stroke of his cock and I heard him murmur “I’m cumming soon!” I wasn’t sure what to do as the hot jism hit the back of my throat so I swallowed. It certainly wasn’t as good as Sandra’s milk but it was pretty tasty and I liked it. I kept sucking and pumping until he was completely drained. I sat back on the seat facing him as the limo turned another corner. He looked tired and spent. His deflated cock was still thick but no longer hard. He smiled, “You are beautiful woman”. I smiled back. “Are you tired?” He nodded “But I feel bad that I have not satisfied you yet.” I smiled a full grin. “I don’t think you are done just yet.” “No?” I pulled up my shirt revealing my full breasts pushing out of my bra. “Oh God … they’re beautiful!” As I pulled down the breastfeeding access panels of my bra, my dark nipples stood out for him. My large areolas were puckered hard. The veins were purple and thick. My skin was taught and hard as my breast leaked milk from my nipples. His cock was suddenly ready again and I straddled his lap and felt it poke up into my pussy lips. His cock head entered me with a grunt and I fed my right tit to his eager lips. I knew that he wanted it and he sucked my milk almost immediately. It flowed and flowed into his mouth onto his tongue and down his throat. I watched his eyes flutter as the milk filled him. My left breast was beginning to leak and the motion of the car continued the invasion of his large cock into my sopping pussy. I began to ride him and he stayed clamped onto my right tit. His cock seemed to push deeper inside me than anything before even Sandra’s vibrator! It was thick and I felt myself stretch to accommodate him. We rode over the concrete bumps of route 66 and with each bump I lifted up and slid him in me as deep as possible. His cock head was amazingly thick and I could feel it hitting my cervix with each bump. My right tit empty, I fed him my left. As he sucked it, I felt my first orgasm spasm in my cunt. It reverberated along his shaft and I squeezed my muscles to give him a grip on his cock he would never forget. “ohh Mary … you are incredible” he spoke softly through my big tit. More milk came forth and he sucked it down greedily. His hips bucked up at me as we went over more concrete cracks in the road. I felt my second orgasm take hold and I screamed out and pushed my milky tits in his face and smothered him. His big hands held my ass and lifted me up and down over and over again. I felt like a rag doll as I fucked his cock hard. He took one last suck on my empty tit and got the last mouthful of milk. He looked at me and kissed me and gave me half of what was in his mouth. I had an orgasm right away and felt his cock spurting inside of me. His seed splashed deep and his cock throbbed through every nerve in my hot cunt. We were both completely spent when there was a knock on the door from the driver. I quickly dressed and found Sandra waiting for me at my door. Charles waived goodbye and I received 30 roses the next day. I received 30 carnations the day after that. Then I received 30 wild flowers followed by roses again. I called Charles and asked him to stop as I had run out of space for the flowers. We dated for the next 9 months and each month on our anniversary day, he showed me a diamond ring and asked me to marry him. Each month the ring got bigger and the proposals more elaborate. This courtship never affected our work and after 8 months, he understood why I was refusing to marry him. I had to prove to myself that I did not need him to survive. After 9 months, I found that I was running a department at the legal office. I was in charge of billing and collections. It had been a big step up and I can confidently say that my relationship with Charles had nothing to do with it. Charles offered me the ring in the 9th month and I took it with one provision … I had this freaky friend Sandra that he had to meet … *** *** Author’s note: I hope you enjoyed this story. It was a wonderful anecdote when told to me and I have tried to keep it as close to the original as possible. My part in creating the story was to add the details regarding the sexual escapades and also change the names and places to protect my source. I hope you have enjoyed this story. I am currently working on the short sequel but have to get details from my source!