Summer of Our Contentment by Clint

Summer of Our Contentment
by Clint

It began in the summer of 1984; she was a lovely blond, short average frame and a face to quiet even the rowdiest of men. Why she chose me is still a painful mystery but so be it. She was already pregnant, about 5 months, and I helped all I could which was a lot since she had no resources, because the fool that left her also ran up all the charge cards.

After she had Ryan she breastfed for about 5 months, 6 times a day, then weaned him off. This proved to be the start of a most wonderful time for me. One night about 2 in the morning she woke me up crying, she was in great pain. We were having money problems and she did not tell me that her pump had broken, and her hands were sore from manual use she was not used to. We had not been intimate to much cause I wanted to give her room to do what she needed. I could wait.

She was very shy about telling me how I could help, probably trying not to scare me. She told me I needed to help her to relieve the pressure. I was dumbfounded and excited all at the same time. Experiencing a womans lactating breasts had always been a fantasy for me, and now it was happening. Still not knowing what she had in mind, and thinking of what I wanted to do, and the confusion of the moment, I reached out to squeeze her. She got a funny stern look on her face, and said "not like that, silly!"

With a soft gentle move she reached out with a most beautiful look on her face (still wet from the tears) and reached behind onto the curve of my neck. I slowly collapsed onto the bed, shaking like a leaf in the wind. She reached around with the other hand to the same place on my neck, and with both warm soft hands guided me to her. She spent the next five minutes teaching me to suckle properly, and telling me to relax. "Tongue on the bottom" she said; "suck it back so the nipple is deep in your mouth, and then chew gently. When you open your jaw, swallow naturally - you won't need to suck anymore. It's all in the chewing motion".

On the third try I got it right; boy did I get it right! She flooded my mouth, let out a little whimper and drew me nearer. It was so sweet like butterscotch or something and warm. I never could figure out a comparable flavor. I don't remember, sadly, too much more of the night. She said I went into some sort of trance and would only moan every so often when she caressed my head, and I would sleepily open my eyes to see her.

I remember vividly the rest of the times, 4 a day for 8 months, breakfast in bed, an energizing lunch, a great dinner desert and a warm loving midnight feeding; the happiest time in my life.

She had told me on one occasion that she always had a problem with having an orgasm, and could not do it normally like most women. She said that the only time she got close was when she breastfed. I had noticed that 3/4 the way thru nursing the first breast, she always started moving her knees, and I thought she wanted the obvious. I told her that she needed to overcome her shyness and tell me what she needed, I would refuse her nothing, for she was giving me the most intimate of gifts. I owed her anything she desired.

With that thought in mind, she told me how much she wanted me to move down after the first breast, and relieve her there. Then I could come back up and continue nursing. She had just fed me 2 hours earlier and was not quite up to speed, but she got so aroused from talking about it, that she asked me if I like to try out our new arrangement. Well me being the oral person I am, I could not say it fast enough before she knew what my answer was, and grabbed my hand to lead me to the bedroom.

As I nursed the half full breast, she was getting quite hot, her knees parted fully and she started to gently push my head from her breast and guide me down. I took my cue like a good boy and made a dash for her womanhood. When I got there she was dripping, I did not even start yet, before she had locked her feet behind my back. In one quick move she had also managed to get all the pillows behind her so she was almost sitting up.

As I approached her, her hands found their way to the small of my neck, except this time she had a new trick, her thumbs were right at my ears. She pulled me in as her hips came up to meet my mouth. She was totally open, dripping and staring intently into my eyes as she said, "don't miss anything". As soon as my tongue entered her, she pulled me completely up to her, had a little convulsion, got this funny look on her face, kicked my head back a little, and I tasted the sweetest woman ever. Looking up into her eyes, she squeezed her breasts inwards with her shoulders and upper arms, and had another ecstatic convulsion. She released her grip a little but still held me there for the next few minutes. I was totally in heaven.

I then made my way up and nursed the other breast completely, as she coaxed me by telling me how well I had done and was doing, and asking me if I liked her down there too. All I could do was suckle and nod, as her hand was firmly behind my head and she was not about to let go until I was finished. The rest of the day and night were filled with our new found task, which I found to be no task at all, and she found herself in a new state of bliss. This went on for many more months, and we were to be married the next spring.

Alas, our Summer of Contentment ended in tragedy soon before our marriage, but I submit this with love for all of you, to be very careful and not to take your focus for granted, lest you should lose the perfect relationship you have.

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