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Our
Experience
by Anonymous
I have always been a "breast guy." I remember the
nights with my first girlfriend in which I wouldn't let go of her breasts
(which luckily she enjoyed very much). I was about 18 then and already at that
time I had this interest in lactating breasts, because I remember that I got
myself several magazines of lactating women (that is Europe where all sorts of
erotic magazines are easily available). Apart from lactating breasts I adored
large, soft breasts and long nipples. Several years later I met my wife (of 12
years now), who ironical enough has small breasts by nature, not even an A cup
(with a fine set of firm, well developed nipples). It didn't matter to me as
she is just my dream of a woman: natural, beautiful, strong but feminine through
and through. Well I sure sucked on those small breasts quite a bit (which she
enjoyed too).
Before long she was pregnant with our first child, and I
loved that growing belly, and pregnancy was a really erotic adventure for both
of us. Her breasts did get wonderfully big, with large brown areola and a long
and firm nipples. After delivery she had milk like a fountain. In the first
weeks she used to wear a piece of cloth around them that she would exchange
regularly (she didn't wear a bra in these days). She leaked into her blouses.
Into her nighties. She had patches of milk over her breasts all the time. I do
not remember when I first tried her milk, but I do remember one occasion when
she took off her blouse and there was a fine stream of milk squirting from both
breasts which finally landed on her skirt. It went on for a whole minute. She
intermittently looked down at her breasts and smiled at me.
I did not drink much from her breasts during that year when
she nursed our first child - we both had concerns that there wouldn't be enough
left over for the baby, and about the germs, and ... and ... and - the usual
frenzy with a first baby. Also, although this sounds strange, we didn't know
each other that well yet, we were not yet that close. We both still had our own
world, concerns, worries and fears about our love. Our second and third child
were born in a very busy period of our lives, and again, I adored her big breasts during pregnancy (after our first child was weaned they had gotten
really small...). And then her lactating breasts were so wonderfully large and
giving (she had much less leakage than with the first time). We used the milk
more for playing than for nursing. Playing in the erotic sense, and the milk
games were great: she would bury my penis between her breasts and squirt milk on
it over and over. She would be able to really hose me down...
I loved to watch her express her milk, which she sometimes
did in order to fill a baby bottle for the baby sitter before we went out in the
evening (rarely. She did it with her strong hands, in full streams, bend over
the jug. And I adored the nursing bras that she now wore, the kind where a flap
can be unhooked and pulled down to reveal her breasts.
Nursing as an experience for us adults only started to a
significant degree with our fourth child. By then we were more laid back,
comfortable in our relationship and ready to be frank about our desires. And
also so appreciative of each other. And in need of real closeness. Already
during the pregnancy with our 4th child I would squeeze her nipples to lick a
bit of colostrum from them. After the delivery I couldn't wait for her milk to
come in. However we didn't do it a lot during the first several weeks (whoever
has had children will know why: too tired, too exhausted, too busy with everyday
stuff...). But every now and then we would step aside and she would open her bra
and watch me close my mouth around her nipple and suck. She had plenty of milk,
but still she would only give me a bit at a time...
All this changed as the months went by. She realized that
there was enough milk even if I took my share. She began to miss my suckling if
I fell asleep without cuddling her and emptying a breast. She would tell me how
much she enjoyed the closeness that my drinking from her brought along. She
would comment how relaxing these moments were for her. She would wake up
in the morning, roll over and bare her breast for me (she still only lets me
have one side - by convention I take the fuller one in the morning and the
more empty one in the evening as she worries that our little one may not get
enough in case he wakes up during his sleep). Well and I have learned how to
work these breasts, so even if I get the smaller one I usually can make it give
away some milk. I love her wearing nursing dresses (although I think they are
not practical for the purpose they are designed for: to hide the act of
nursing... indeed by opening up one of these slits in the front you expose more
of the breast than you would by just lifting up a T-shirt... Well, but maybe
they are just another attire invented to please the viewer...). Well anyway, if
she wears one of her nursing dresses I find quite some joy in pulling her into a
quiet room, open one of the slits and nurse through it.
Once my wife went away with friend on a camping trip while I
had to stay at home and work. Knowing how hard that was for me she suggested to
leave me a little souvenir. Which she did: when I came home I found a wine glass
with some milk of hers at the bedside and one of her cotton nursing bras which
was damp with her milk...
Well that is a bit of our story; she loves to be suckled and
to give her milk and it makes me feel so good to seal my lips tightly around the
areola, suck the nipple into my mouth, sucking rhythmically, so that I feel the
nipple way back, cradling it with my tongue and the roof of my mouth, and then
feel the taste of her milk on my tongue, sweet and warm, and then suck again,
gently pushing my tongue into the breast, as if licking it, and then feel the
breast fill up, becoming harder and bigger in my mouth, stretching my lips, and
then these rich squirts of milk with every suck, so that I swallow and swallow
until the breast becomes softer, the skin silky again, and the milk feels
creamier and creamier, and I have to suck harder and harder to get some and
finally only get drops which leave this creamy sweet taste on my tongue when I
finally let go...
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