Sissy Teaches Breastfeeding

I phoned immediately after spotting the employment opportunity. Doctor Gloria Turner, the Director of Maternity Services, took my call. I asked whether the position of breastfeeding instructor had been filled.

"No, it hasn't," she said warmly. "Do you have experience?"

"Yes, I have nine years of breastfeeding experience, Doctor Turner," I answered proudly.

"Wow, you must have a lot of children!" she replied.

In fact, I had been breastfeeding my life-sized baby doll, Suzie, ever since getting my DD implants nine years earlier. Every evening after changing into women's apparel I relaxed in my upholstered chair and settled Suzie at my breast. While she nursed, I fantasized about getting knocked up and jilled off in my panties. Doctor didn't need to have all the details.

"That's great, Miss. Can you come for an interview, and may I have your name?"

I replied that my name was Honeysuckle Vine and we scheduled an appointment. When we met, Doctor Turner hired me on the spot.

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Two pregnant women registered for my class. Naomi and Karen were each having their first child and they knew nothing about breastfeeding. I introduced myself to them as Miss Honeysuckle.

"I'll teach you everything you need to know, Ladies," I began with a welcoming smile. "Let's start with the nursing bra. Bring your chairs closer and I'll show you."

They approached somewhat hesitantly as I unbuttoned my blouse.

"Nursing bras have a clip that allows the cup to open and expose the breast for suckling. On mine it's this little plastic bit that attaches to the bra strap. Come closer and try it ladies. In fact, why don't you join me on the sofa?"

Naomi and Karen glanced at one another warily but then sat on either side of me.

"Go ahead and unfasten my clips," I urged.

Karen was on my left and she attempted to unfasten that cup but without success. Meanwhile, Naomi had unclipped my right cup and exposed my plump breast. Karen was successful on her second try.

"Now ladies," I went on, "you can tell from the perky shape of my breasts that they are well supported even though the nipples are exposed. Do you wonder how?"

Karen nodded and Naomi had a look of puzzlement on her face.

"The key to breast support is the sling," I explained and then added, "I want you to see for yourselves."

"Each of you, lift my breast with one hand and feel inside the bra with the other."

"Are you sure, Miss Honeysuckle?" asked Naomi.

"Quite, my dear. Don't be shy," I encouraged both women.

When Naomi gently lifted my right breast, my sissy wiener stiffened. Then she put her fingers inside the cup.

"What do you feel, Naomi?" I asked, hoping that my voice didn't betray my arousal.

"I think it's a special piece of material."

"That's right, Naomi, and that material is the sling."

I felt Karen lifting my left breast and my girly passion grew stronger.

"Do you feel the sling, Karen?"

Yes, Miss Honeysuckle," she said.

"Now, I'll show you the inside of the bra."

I removed my blouse and then took off the bra.

My big boobies swayed and jiggled in front of the two students, which made us all laugh.

Karen and Naomi both bent closer to me in order to inspect the inside of the bra. I showed them the sling and then allowed each woman to handle the brassiere.

"Would you like to try it on?" I offered.

Naomi was quite keen on the idea. So, I helped her remove the pullover top she was wearing and I removed her bra. Her breasts were larger than mine!

"May I touch your breasts, Naomi?" I asked. "I just want to gauge their size and see whether they'll fit in my bra."

"I guess that would be okay," she replied timidly.

I not only touched Naomi's breasts, I fondled them too. She began moaning and kissed me. I wanted to moan with pleasure myself, but I kept my composure.

While Naomi and I were busy canoodling, Karen unrobed without being asked.

"Miss Honeysuckle, I'm ready," she informed me with urgency in her voice.

"Do you mind if I attend to Karen?" I asked Naomi.

"I mind very much!" she complained.

"Alright," I said. "How about if both of you sit on my knees?"

When they did, I massaged Naomi and Karen together. Soon they were both panting and gasping for breath. Karen drooled on my hand.

"This is wonderful, Miss Honeysuckle! Do you mind if I play with my pussy, too?" asked Naomi.

"Not at all," I replied. "Orgasms are very healthy for pregnant women and I advise having as many as possible."

"Naomi," said Karen in a sultry voice, "Shall we finger one another?"

"I'm all in, girl!" said Naomi.

The two women turned toward one another and diddled each other while I continued to massage their glorious mammary glands. As their passions soared they kissed noisily and nibbled one another's lips. Naomi climaxed first with an ear-splitting scream followed soon after by Karen who shrieked like a cat.

The two exhausted women leaned into my bosom and hugged me. Our breasts were all touching and the feeling was marvelous!

"Thank you, Miss Honeysuckle," Karen whispered tenderly in my left ear. Naomi also thanked me and then asked whether I still wanted them to try on my bra.

"That actually isn't necessary," I replied, "In fact, you really don't need any further instruction because breastfeeding will happen naturally. I have one important piece of advice though."

"What's that?" asked Karen.

"Get as much sperm into your pussies as possible while you're waiting to give birth. That will help you produce lots of milk when the time arrives."

"Gee, I didn't know that," said Naomi.

"Neither did I," said Karen, "But my husband won't touch me because my belly is so fat."

"Same with me," replied Naomi sadly.

"I can help with that, ladies," I said happily. "You see, I'm actually a transwoman."

"You are?!" responded both ladies in amazement.

"That's right. Feel under my skirt."

Karen was first to feel me up.

"Yes," she reported to Naomi. "He's got a big hard boner in his panties!"

Naomi wanted to feel, too, but Karen wouldn't let go. So, she fondled my nut sack.

"Can you shoot jizz into both of us?" asked Naomi eagerly.

"I sure can!" I replied proudly.

The ladies flipped a coin to go first. Karen won but Naomi claimed that she had cheated and started a cat fight. I could not separate them until I offered to screw one while licking the other, and then swap places.

We had a splendid orgy which left everyone exhausted but happy. When the two passionate nymphs begged for more classes, I agreed to meet them five times a week.

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Doctor Turner phoned me at home the next day. She said that Naomi and Karen had told her all about the class.

Fearing the worse, I stuttered, "I, I can explain, Doctor..."

"No need for that Honeysuckle, Dear. Your curriculum sounds wonderful! Do you give private lessons?"