Full of milk

It's has been 37 weeks and two days since and Alex bent you over your parents’ lawn chair and impregnated you. Looking at pictures it's hard to believe how skinny you where as a newly breed. Now in the last stretch of your pregnancy you feel massive. Just sitting up after lying down is difficult due to you big belly. You don't mind too much though. You love being this pregnant, like your entire body is full of life. You especially love what others might consider a horror scene when a tiny foot or hand leaves a brief imprint on the taught skin of your massive belly. But more than anything your pregnant belly is giving you incredible feelings that you can best describe as loving motherhood. This warm feelings towards your baby are now enough to suppress your dark thoughts fully. You still have Alex fuck you pretty much immediately after he gets home just in case they get back. But really you have him fuck you because being pregnant is making you incredibly horny, especially for the man that knocked you up.

Your whole body feels sore and bloated from your pregnancy. Your feet, belly, back, pussy tits. More so than usual. Rubbing yourself you decide to take a nap. That sometimes help. Crawling naked under the covers you rub your sore spots. You sigh as you find a comfortable position on your side. Gently rubbing your swollen pussy and tits as you drift off to sleep, thinking about getting woken up by a very horny Alex.

But instead, you wake up because your sore tits start feeling painful. Grumbling from the discomfort you turn on your back, but when the upper bob shifts a bolt of pain shouts through it. Stunned and confused you grab at it. Hissing with pain as your fingers touch it. It feels much more than usual swollen, painfully so. Gently you prod at your breast, hissing again as pain shot from it. Your tits are as hard as Alex's eager dick. Worried you try sitting up. Hissing and cursing to get upright.

Your eyes have started to tear a little as you finally manage to sit up. A hard kick inside your womb announce that baby John is awake as well. You carefully examine your breasts without touching them too much. Fussing inside your belly baby John gives you another kick for attention. "Schhhh. There, there mommy’s little muffin, be nice and still now." You say softly while calmingly stroking your belly. You guess that your little bundle of joy woke up on the wrong side of your womb because he continues to turn and kick.

You sigh trying to calm your unborn son while figuring out what’s wrong with your breasts. You conclude that the cause might be because your productive milkers are overfilled with milk. You don't own a breast-pump yet. **** to relieve your swollen mammary you try to remember how one of the midwifes instructed you on how to milk yourself. Your curse that you didn't pay more attention. Figuring that once you would have a hungry baby and husband to partake in your titiejuice you wouldn’t need to milk yourself. Finally, you remember the grip, taking a firm grip around with both hand around your breast you gently squeeze.

The neighbors definitely heard your painful scream. You immediately let go of your tit which slaps down onto your massive belly, making another bolt of pain shot through you. Then unhappy with the situation baby John kicks again. Struggling briefly to breath you stroke your belly trying to calm down your baby. As you feel him stopping his movement you try to weigh your options but decide that you have none.

Grabbing your other breast you hiss and whimper in pain. **** for the pain to end you squeeze your full breast. But the pain is too much. With sobbing in pain you continue to squeeze and massage your breast. But to no avail. Your overfilled mammaries are too painful for you to be able to squeeze any milk from. Unhappy baby John kicks upwards, hitting your other breast with his foot. You scream out once more in pain. Sobbing you try to calm down your baby while your breasts only become more painful as you squeeze them.

Then salvation. You hear keys rattling in the front door soon followed by the sound of opening and Alex calling. "I'm home."

"Alex Help!" You scream in desperation. The words are barely out of your mouth before you hear heavy steps as Alex sprints. Moments later the bedroom door is pulled open with such **** it bangs against the wall. Alex stands there. For a brief moment he looks absolutely terrified and then he looks utterly confused. "My breasts hurt." You whimper.

It has been a long time since you have seen Alex angry, now he is furious. "Is this supposed to be funny?" Alex asks with ice cold rage in his voice.

"Alex I need help" You whimper.

"I thought you were hurt Amy!" His cold rage turns red hot as he screams at you. "I thought you were one the floor bleeding or something." He takes two fast angry steps towards you. "And for what?! Because you want your fucking titties sucked?!" He yells and grabs your free breast.

He is not prepared for the howl of absolute pain you give as his strong hand roughly grabs your rock hard chestpillow, his hand lets go as if burnt. You bend forward feeling nauseous from the pain, groaning and sobbing. He gets on his knees to be closer to you. His face once again worried. "Jesus Amy what has happened?"

"I (sniff) woke up. A- and my breasts hu-hurt a- a- and the baby is kicking. And there is to much milk, bu- but i can't get the mi- mi -milk out because it- it- hurts to much to squ- squeeze." You cry.

"I am sorry." he says softly wrapping his arms gently over your shoulder. "What do you need me to do."

"P- promise not to get mad." You sob

"Of course not." He responds.

"I d- d- d- do need you to s- su- suck on them. We don't have a pump." You look into his eyes. "Please." you plead.

"Of course I will, you just tell me if I am being to rough."

He bends down slowly getting in his mouth close to your breast. You wince as his lips close around your nipple and gently press your breast inwards. At first it only hurts as he softly sucks your nipple. But then you feel a small soft stream exit from your teat. "Keep going, it's working." You sniffle.

You turn your focus to your pregnant belly as your husband tends to your breasts. Rubbing it to calm yourself as much as your baby. After a while you can finally feel the pressure lessening and your one breast becoming les painful. "It's starting to feel a little better now." You sniffle. "Can you do the other one a little." You ask. Without a word Alex shifts his attention towards your other breast.

Slowly the pain recedes. The pleasure from having your nipples sucked by your man starts to take over. Your baby calms down in your belly as you are no longer in duress. Finally, after one and a half hour Alex stops when your last tit is completely drained. He burps as he sits up. "My hero. My savior." You exclaim smiling before kissing him. You can taste the creamy aftertaste of your milk all inside his mouth.

“Would my wonderful hero wish to fuck my grateful pussy?” You propose, the last thirty minutes of titsucking felt good enough to almost make you orgasm. Without a word he grabs your legs and push them into the air, forcing you down onto the bed. His cock springs out of his pants and dives into your swollen pregnant pussy.

"I don't think I can handle more than a light dinner." He comments. You giggle in response. He smiles as well while he bends your legs forward over your head, placing you in the mating press position. Despite your pregnancy you are still very flexible and able to enjoy even this demanding pose with little effort. You play happily with your tits as your hero plunges his heroic cock inside you again and again. You squeal and giggling with happiness and pleasure as he pounds you roughly. Your head go blank and stupid as your cock sheath convulses in orgasm around his meatblade. You cling to him desperately as you howl in pleasure. Then It's his turn to play with your delightful chestpillows again. Dutifully you hold onto your legs to maintain the breeding press as Alex kisses you hard and roughly gropes your tits. There is barely any pain now. He pounds you relentlessly and quickly make you cum again. This time your milking pussy is successful in extracting a large warm deposit of virile seed from his cock.

He lays on top of you as you both catch your breaths. Kissing softly and giggling from the joy of being together. Then your baby kicks his dad in the gut trough your uterine wall. You sigh "I think it's best i start dinner before our little bundle of joy becomes too fussy." You say. Alex smiles at you, kissing you again before getting out of bed. With your strong husbands helping hand getting up is much easier.

"We should probably get you a breastpump tomorrow just in case." He remarks.

"Why? didn't you like my creamy treat?" You tease.

He slaps your butt and you yelp and hurry out into the kitchen giggling. "You are too much of a pervert for your own good my love." He calls after you. You don’t believe he means it.