I became a happy mom. She gave birth to a daughter. Little bullshit. My husband and I invented the name in advance. They knew that there would be a girl.

Childbirth went without complications, although I had to suffer badly. For the child to grow up healthy, I decided right away that I would breastfeed. When Lizonka first took the breast, I had to experience very painful sensations. Probably, the nipples were still "untrained." But if you endure, the pain passed. And then it was completely gone.

And, to watch how your child “falls off” from a breast and sweetly falls asleep is happiness. I fully realized that I am a mother!

But with a sense of motherhood, another has come. I have a big and heavy chest. At one time I even tried to make complexes about this. But after marriage, seeing how her husband likes it, she stopped bothering.

At the beginning of breastfeeding, except for physical relief from the leaving milk, I did not feel anything. But my nipples were always a very erogenous zone, and over time I felt that I was experiencing real erotic arousal, which intensifies with each subsequent feeding. From the awareness of all this, I experienced a real shock.

As soon as it became possible after the birth, my husband and I resumed intimate relations. I tried and saw that my husband was pleased. But it was something else. The child stimulated my extremely sensitive zones ideally: with the necessary strength, tension, girth. And for a long time, half an hour each, bringing me to exhaustion.

I did not dare to speak on this topic, and at times I was seized with burning shame. There was no question of sharing with my husband. But still, I could not stand it, and, blushing frantically, I told my gynecologist at the next reception. Fortunately, she was a woman. With a man, even a doctor, I would never share this.

She reacted absolutely calmly, explaining that nature specifically arranged it so that the woman would like to feed. To go to the child in anticipation of the very pleasure, in addition to all other joys.

- You are not the only one -

she continued calmly:

- Very many women when feeding have strong and very pleasant sensations of a certain kind. Up to orgasm. Do not be shy.

- But, after all, from your own child ... -

I retorted uncertainly.

- Is there much milk left after feeding? -

she looked at my chest.

- Lot, -

I was embarrassed again.

- It is necessary to share with other women who are not so generously bestowed on nature. By the way, we pay well for the milk we donated. I'll write you a referral. Do not decant tomorrow after feeding. Come to the seventeenth room.

Even in the evening I agreed with my mother that she would stay with her granddaughter while I go to the doctor. The next day, after seeing my husband to work, I fed Lizonka. Milk, as usual after feeding, did not decant. Gathered and went to the clinic. I felt terrible. The heavy chest seemed just too heavy. Unbearably pressed bra. His temples pounded.

The seventeenth cabinet spotted quickly. Lingered for a while, pulling a direction from her purse. Suddenly, the office door swung open, and a tall brunette popped out. She didn’t come out, but just jumped out, almost knocking me down. Her crimson face was twisted in an angry grimace. Blowing noisily, she quickly went down the corridor to the exit. I froze in indecision, looking for her to follow.

- Please pass, -

a low female voice brought me back to reality.

In the office at the table in a white coat sat the doctor. Such a fat middle-aged woman. At the opposite wall, two nurses, also in white coats, were busy with some kind of equipment.

- Take a seat, please, -

The doctor invited me. I sat on a chair and gave her direction.

- First time with us? -

she asked, looking at me through her huge glasses.

- Yes, -

I nodded.

- Elena Petrovna, take off your clothes there behind the screen. Then the girls will help you, -

she continued to read my direction.

- Completely undress? -

taking off the dress, I asked.

- Yes! -

I heard in response.

- I'm ready, -

I undressed, I came out from behind a screen.

Somehow very frankly looking at what I did not like at all, one of the nurses led me to the office. The other one raised her hands and they, in an instant, were strapped to the ring hanging from the ceiling.

- Why is this? -

some kind of anxiety crept into the soul.

- Elena Petrovna, do not worry. It is a completely harmless and pleasant procedure, -

on the move putting on rubber gloves, the doctor came up.

- After feeding a lot of milk remains? -

she took my breasts and began to feel them.

- Yes, -

I shuddered. The gloves were cold. Her fingers got to her nipples and squeezed them. Milk splashed.

- What are you messing about! -

she shouted at the nurses:

- The patient is tense. Put on breast pumps.

On both breasts, on my nipples, glass cylinders were pinched with thin transparent tubes extending from them. The device buzzed, and my pipes began to boil over, my milk was leaking. Even without having had time to really figure out what was going on, I experienced deep physical relief from the leaving milk. Up to sweet exhaustion.

When I was feeding Lizonka or decanting after feeding, I also felt better, but then the milk left me at such a rate that the sensations were very strong. Breast pump tickled her nipples, making it even more pleasant.

And then I felt excited. I am excited much stronger than during the feeding of my daughter. I've got ashamed.

- Doctor ..., -

I babbled.

- My name is Vera Ivanovna, -

she stroked my stomach

- Helen, do not torture yourself. Relax.

- So, mommy! The legs are moving apart! Back bent! -

slapped me on the pope, standing behind the nurse.

- What for? -

despite the excitement, I was frightened.

- So it will be easier to milk, -

she answered quite seriously, trying to penetrate between my legs with my hand.

- Olga, stop -

pulled her Vera Ivanovna.

- Helen, do not be afraid, everything will be fine -

again patted my stomach.

Losing touch with reality, completely wondering what I was doing, I bent down, as far as my hands were tied to the ring, spread my legs, arched my back and stuck my ass back. At the same time, the tubes leading from the breastpumps to the apparatus stretched, lifting my breasts. Twitching nipples intensified.

- Vera Ivanovna, do not, -

I whispered helplessly, feeling the hand of the nurse behind my back stroke my crotch.

- Helen, do not hesitate. Everything is natural -

she took me by the breasts and began to massage them.

- Oh! -

a hand from behind penetrated me.

I have ceased to understand what is happening. I was milked by the milking machine, like a cow on a farm, and at the same time they did it to me. And the body is no longer obeyed. It itself decided what he wanted.

- Oh! -

and I gave myself completely. She began to help herself, rushing towards.

- Oh! -

forces could not tolerate this agony.

- Come on! Girl! You want this, -

Vera Ivanovna began to crush my breasts even more strongly:

- Helen, try to give all the milk. The very same will be easier.

- Aaaa !!! -

pulling all over, I screamed, exhausted from the orgasm. Convulsively spread her legs, as she could, wider, trying to help get into me even deeper. Everything swam before my eyes.

- That's all. Good girl! -

Vera Ivanovna removed breast pumps from my breasts.

- A good ladybug! More than half a liter! -

The nurse took out the glass flask with my milk from the apparatus.

- Orgasm is very stormy! -

another nurse showed a rubber-gloved hand sparkling with my moisture.

- Stop it! Check the patient and take to the hygienic room, -

Vera Ivanovna sternly said, and taking off her gloves, went to her desk.

The nurses from both sides took me by the crumpled breasts and, smacking their lips, simultaneously stuck to the torn, incredibly swollen nipples. I hung weakly on my arms.

- Empty! -

let her chest alone.

- Fully done, -

another released the second breast.

I was untied from the ring. I was so exhausted that if I did not support, I would probably have fallen.I was led by the hands to the hygienic room, which turned out to be an ordinary shower stall.

A cool shower helped me to recover. Then, burning with shame, I dressed for a long time, not daring to go out from behind the screen.

- Elena Petrovna, I'm waiting for you, -

having heard the voice of Vera Ivanovna, I finally got out and sat down on a chair in front of her table.

- Do not respond to a normal medical procedure, -

She carefully looked at me through her huge glasses.

- Here is the money for milk and business card, -

she put an envelope in front of me:

- When calm down, listen to your body and call me.

Coming out of the office, I met my eyes with frightened eyes of a very young donut sitting in the corridor. Apparently, I screamed very loudly during the procedure. I rushed down the corridor, trying to get out of the clinic as quickly as possible. She was even afraid to look at the people she met. It seemed to me that they all know where I am coming from. They know that I have just been milked as a cow, and unscrupulously had at the same time.

Already on the street, I gradually began to calm down. Walking along the sidewalk, I tried to comprehend what had happened. Even at once I did not understand what was happening to me. First, I felt an incredible lightness throughout the body. Bra no longer crushed. The head was clear. I felt every cell as the breast filled with milk again. And these feelings were very pleasant. I also noticed the outspoken views of men who meet each other. Apparently, something happened to me during those twenty minutes that I spent in the clinic.