Enter Sectian Ch. 4 - Sex Stories

Enter Sectian Ch. 4

... strength to push herself up to a sitting position, legs falling over the side of her bed. "Hello, Sweetie."

"Are you feeling bad?"

"No, Honey, just groggy." The combo of an incredible orgasm and a healthy dose of adrenaline had really sapped her strength! She had slept too long, making her feel even more tired. Pamela stood up and started to prepare for work. She had Pamela fix a sandwich for her to take with her. "There's a package of sliced turkey in the fridge."

In the bathroom, Pamela checked her nipples, especially the right one. They continued to be sore. Both, when prodded, exuded what looked like breast milk but just tiny drops. "How the fuck..." She shook her head and went to the shower. After drying herself, she applied ointment to her nipples. "I hope they aren't infected." The one trip to the doctor's, for her daughter, had cost a lot, and that was just the co-pay. Her nipples weren't unduly red however, nor did they itch. She gulped, hoping her diagnosis was correct.

After dressing in her room, she went to the kitchen. She thanked her daughter for the sandwich. She added to her 'lunch' bag, an apple and a packet of mixed nuts. They bought nuts in bulk and separated them into zippable snack bags.

Her night at work felt overly long and exhausting. Known for her convivial personality with the customers, she struggled to find her spark. Tips suffered, but her manager told her that everyone has slow days. Her sluggishness continued: waiting for ...

... the bus, riding the bus, and trudging back home.

Adeline met her at the front door. They hugged but Pamela hardly felt motherly. Adeline seemed distant too, but the mother blamed her lack of energy and didn't comment. Her daughter walked with her to her bedroom. "Good night, Momma. Get good sleep." Adeline left her.

"Thank you." Pamela shed her clothes and crawled halfway under the covers before fully, zonking out.

A throbbing pain in her left breast woke the mother early again, the next morning. The ache forced her to full attention. Pamela hurried to the bathroom and examined the nipple. It was swollen to twice its aroused size. She felt no arousal, but it was very stiff. Touching the tip made her wince, and a drop of the whitish fluid appeared. There was no way that her breast could be engorged with milk! Yet, she grit her teeth and bent over the sink. She cried out softly when she stroked the sore nipple from base to tip with a pinching finger and thumb. A stream of white fluid sprayed into the sink.

"Oh, dear gods!"

Curiosity drove Pamela to milk her right nipple. Only a few drops appeared, but still it was bizarre. When she had been breastfeeding Adeline, neither her daughter's lips nor the pump gave her nipples discomfort.

She next hoped that if she expressed all the milk from her swollen teat, the pain would go away. After a few difficult milking strokes, Pamela had to give up. Each pinch and pull elicited a spray of milk, but the pain only ...