Im tempted to share my experience with fellow bros here on my sister in law. Cindy, 29 yrs old is the wife of my wife’s older brother. She was borned and raised in Hong Kong. Cindy comes from a wealthy family and was sheltered and extremely pampered for all her life. The only job that this girl ever had was being a flight stewardess for 6 months when she was 22. Anyway this girl is not the typical dumb kind, she is just ignorant. In my opinion, she has a black belt in shopping, fine dining and the luxuries in life. She just lacks proper knowledge. Her world revolves around luxury and luxury only.
Anyway Cindy and her husband were back for the CNY last year. They had just had a Christmas baby boy. The in laws were very eager and excited to see their newly minted grandson. They have a nice big condo of their own but they ended up staying at my place because theirs was rented out to some expat family due to their long absence. My brother in law is a banker based in Hong Kong. We only get to see them during this period of time unless we make a trip down to Hong Kong. My brother in law returned to his job on the third day of CNY. Naturally my in laws demanded that Cindy and the baby stayed longer so they can spend more time with the baby.
Things were back to normal after the initial CNY rituals, dinners, ang baos, visiting and all that. My wife made a trip to France for 9 days, it was usual for her to travel once or twice a month for her work. The only difference this time was that I ended being home with Cindy and the baby most of the time. My company does not allow employees to carry forward their leave. Anything from the previous year has to be cleared by the end of the following March or it will be forfeited. I have been with my company for 15 years and had about 30 days to clear. I will be home from CNY til the middle of March.
It was quite bad in the beginning, we have no maid in the house. My wife has always be able to handle everything on her own. Along comes Cindy and this baby, all hell broke loose. I was running errands for her day in and day out, buying food, chinese magazines, diaper runs, I wished I was actually back at work. Only good thing was my mother in law would come over and take her out on most days returning with the baby only after dinner. I had the best time to myself playing Warcraft all day long. Things were different at night. The baby cries like every three hours for feeding and whatever other reasons his pampered ass felt like. Sleep was in the afternoons for me.
My relationship with Cindy has always been cordial, treated her nothing more than a little sister. I am 8 years older than her. Other than her spoilt brat attitude and wanting things done her way, she is quite a nice girl. Cindy is a tall girl at about 1.7m and 50kg. Nice tan and toned body. In my mind she always had a little abs to compliment those ‘C’ cup boobs of hers. I know because when my wife and I went to Hong Kong the previous year, we went to the beach for a picnic and she was in a bikini. She was always very concious of her body, she has a good diet, spends the most ridiculous amounts of money on skin care products and does what tai tais do, facials, spas, massages and all that.
One night, as usual the baby starts to cry, I can hear her chiding the child in the next room, maybe feeding him or maybe trying to put him to sleep. After a few mins the crying stopped. I heard her door open, didnt think much of it until I heard a loud thud!! Damn this girl had just roll down the stairs on her own after stepping on her own child’s stroller which was left next to the staircase. My wife and I live in a masionette, the old kind in the central part of Singapore. All the lights were off except for the one in her room. I ran downstairs to check on her.
Me: You ok Cindy? What the hell just happened?
Cindy: I was just trying to go get a glass of water, didnt think I would trip.
Me: Can you stand up? (she was still sitting on her butt grabbing on her right ankle when I was talking to her)
Cindy: My ankle hurts, may be sprained. I dont know, I cant tell, Im not a doctor. (not dumb but ignorant remember?)
She was wearing her husbands oversized college sweatshirt, and the way she was rubbing her ankle back and forth. I could see that something big was also moving with the motion under that sweatshirt. I did have some sort of reaction but not like a full blown hard on at that moment. I guess it was more like, ‘ok, lets see how far this could go, just for fun’ thinking to myself. I bent down, lifted her up and put her on my lazyboy armchair. Damn even my wife doesnt dare sit on that thing, my throne only reserved for me on game nights.
Me: Let me have a look at that! This thing is gonna be swollen very soon, if you dont do anything about it. (I could see that there was impact on the ankle with some minor abrasions, no sprain, nothing broken.)
Cindy: Do I need to go to the doctor?
Me: Damn girl, its 1am in the morning. Lets wait til tomorrow to see if it heals. I need to get you an ice pack and apply pressure on it.
Before I could even stand up, the baby is crying again. Maybe got woken up by the commotion in the house. Baby was obviously crying for his mother’s attention. I ran upstairs, grabbed the baby and brought him down to his mother while he was still wailing away. One thing Im not very good at is definitely pesifying the baby.
Me: You take care of the baby here, Im gonna go grab an ice pack for your ankle.
Cindy: OK! But hurry coz it hurts!
I just walked over to the freezer, took out the ice tray and emptied its contents into a ziploc bag. The funny thing was while I was doing this, I didnt realise that the baby had actually stopped crying. Took the bag, went back out to the living room, and what greeted me was… … I guess a mothers greatest gift and love to her offspring! She was breast feeding the baby right in front of my eyes. The baby was suckling on her left breast. All I could see was the sheer size of that breast, no nipple. Damn kid was in the way. The other side was still covered by the sweatshirt.
Cindy: Eh… can you come back later? Im kinda busy here.(could see her blushing)
Me: OK, but if you end up with deep-veined trombosis later dont blame me. You ankle is gonna swell to the size like elephant feet by tomorrow. Not my fault. (what the hell was I saying? Deep-veined trombosis? What the hell was I thinking lol must have read that on one of those long haul business trips to europe with my wife where they tell you to move about the cabin once in a while to prevent swelling of the feet due to the long flying hours.)
Cindy: Ok,ok,ok. I think you better help me with my ankle.
I could see that her face was already red, and while I was placing the ice pack on her ankle, her feeding the baby, her eyes remained closed maybe not wanting eye contact with me. I decided to push the boundaries, just to see how far this would go.
This has got to be the closest Ive ever come into contact with her. Normally I would even stay away from her just because of her ego and attitude. I figured I better do something to calm her or make her feel better just in case she complain to husband, then husband to sister, then sister (my wife) would obviously skin me for not taking care of Cindy.
I found out from my wife years earlier that Cindy use to go to a private all girls school for the elite. When I say elite it means girls who attended that school were from wealthy families. Wealthy means it would take you a few generations literally to squander all the wealth away. I seriously question what the hell they actually teach these girls in school. She cant tell her foot from her ankle, calf to her knee omg!
Me: Cindy, how long does a feeding session normally take for the baby? (seriously I have no idea, no kids of my own yet)
Cindy: Normally about 15-20 minutes. Why do you ask?
Me: I was just wondering if you always feed him this way. Tiring isnt it?
All this while I was just watching this baby suckling on that nipple, occasionally catching a glimpse of her dark coloured nipple when he releases his mouth swallowing and gasping for air. How can a grown up be so envious of this baby I wondered.
Cindy: After a while I get use to it, but I prefer to carry him on my right arm.
(Thoughts of what I can do to those nipples keep running through my mind. A little unease was rising downtown, having to squat while holding the ice pack was a bit too tight for my crotch’s liking.)
Me: Cindy, so 15-20 mins position dont change? Hand cramp? (Hoping she would swap breast so I can get a full view at least to please my curiousity.)
Cindy: Its not too bad. (All this while her eyes had been closed. I need to think of something else before I let this chance slip by)
Me: Cindy, did you know that if you keep feeding this baby on one side, eventually your breasts will be uneven and lob-sided? (Now my other head is asking the questions, eventhough speaking through my mouth)
Cindy: Is there any difference? Not like the other side has a different flavour. All the same. Where you get your info?
Me: I read in the health journals…. …..(I must have been imagining that I was squeezing her breast coz i almost squashed that ice pack that was in my hands. She let out a squeal of pain, but sounded like delight to me.)
Cindy: Ouch! Easy on my ankle, hurts very much! But I am not used to holding him with my left hand and feeding him.
Me: You better get use to it girl, otherwise you will be walking sideways for the rest of you life. (I can sense the unease rising in her, she must have been contemplating whether to swap or not.)
Cindy: Er… Ok but you must help me a bit. I need you to hold the baby a second while I adjust my sweatshirt.
Me: Why dont you just take it off? Look its a long sleeve, so hot with no aircon. Im not worried about you. Look at this poor baby he is already pespiring from you wrapping your arms around him.
Without warning, I just released both my hands off the ice pack. Grabbed hold of the baby and motioned her to give me that sweatshirt. For some reason there was no protest, she did turn away from me while she took the sweatshirt off and handed it to me all this while sitting on my lazyboy armchair. I flung that oversized fugly thing to the other end of the living room onto the sofa with my other hand. It will take her a few more moments to walk over there topless to retrieve that thing later if she can still walk.
Cindy: Please hand me the baby. (I can see that she has one hand covering both her very ample bosoms, the other reaching out for her baby.)
I handed her the baby which she received with both hands. The moment Ive been waiting for. Her lactating breasts at its full glory. I can only describe them as papaya shaped. not really round but damn perky. Nipples were dark coloured and can tell that the left side is damn swollen compared to the right as the baby had been suckling on it for a good 10 minutes. I think I will have to put both my hands together to completely cup one of her breasts. Its quite huge and firm, maybe a ‘D’ due to her breast feeding.
Cindy: You are not staring at me are you? Coz I sure dont feel the ice pack on my ankle. (Damn back to her demanding ways again. But what the heck, I could do this all night just to ogle at her.)
Trying to regain my composure, I picked up that neglected ice pack that was left on the floor. I placed it on the ankle that was now about 5 inches from my face. I held it tight, pressed on it firmly and felt like another baby waiting in line to be fed!!! Right in front of me was this baby, suckling away hungrily, while drooling at the same time on that breast during intervals when he had to swallow. There was a combination of saliva and excessive milk trickling down towards her stomach.
Seriously, many wild thoughts were running through my mind. I could be fondling her, I could be teasing her or I could just be bold and lean forward to lick up the excess nutrition which was by now being absorbed by her very tight Paul Frank shorts. The thing about this situation, it needs to be handled delicately. Any wrong move, the whole family will come after me. I applied extra pressure on that ankle in a on off motion. Press and hold for 3 seconds and than release, repeating the action each time.
Now every time i pressed on it, even though I wished that she moaned for me to feed my appetite. She did not, instead she just took a deep breath and exhaled when I released pressure on her ankle. During the next few minutes, many more thoughts emerged. It wasnt exactly of a sexual nature like how am I gonna bonk her? Does she give good head? It hasnt gone that far, in fact it was more like… now that Ive seen her breasts, what does her milk taste like? Is her butt still firm from the birth of her son? Does she have pubic hair or is she clean shaven?!!!
Me: Cindy, are you asleep? (I know shes not coz she still breathing in tune with my hands pressing on that ankle.)
Cindy: My hand is tired already, I think the baby is done with feeding already. (can see that the baby has released his iron tight grip from her nipple.)
Me: What does your milk taste like?
Cindy: I dont know, Ive never had it. You dont be naughty with me. You were a baby once, so if you dont remember too bad!!! (attitude again)
Me: Damn girl, it was just a decent question, you dont have to give me attitude…..
Cindy: Just mind your own business and we will get along just fine!
With that, it just triggered some sort of childish rage in me. Even my wife doesnt talk to me that way even though she is bossy and here I have a young woman dishing it out on me. I just squeezed hard on that ankle, she screamed. The devil in me just wanted her to feel the pain.
Cindy: Its… its… really painful, can you just go easy?
Me: Look Cindy, no pain no gain alright?
Cindy: Yeah… ….but …but
Me: No buts! And stop screaming, you gonna wake the baby up again.
Cindy: Ouch!
Me: Please! Keep it down. Im trying to concentrate here otherwise Im going back to bed and Ill go buy you a wheelchair tomorrow when I wake up in the morning!
With that, the protesting stopped. But now, instead of exhaling while I applied pressure. Her eyes closed tightly, she took deep breaths and held them until I released the pressure. I tell you, god really works in mysterious ways, I truely believe that he put women on earth just to pleasure men. No offence to the ladies, just my thoughts at that moment under intense heat.
I could see that with each motion I pressed on that ankle, pressure was slowly building up. She was holding her breath, holding back the pain, maybe even holding back her tears. Her face was red, she was starting to perspire a little. Her facial expression was one that was in pain, teeth showing, cheeks drawn back and eyelids batted shut. What greeted me next was something Ive never seen in my 37 years on this earth.
Increasing my pressure for giving me grief earlier, without her even knowing, I got an immediate hard on! I noticed that milk was literally spraying out of those nipples. Yes! on both sides together. Not flowing out, it was like an angry volcano spilling out its lava!!! I could swear that some of that yellowish transparent liquid ended up on my face!
I really almost cant taste it. It wasnt like the normal milk we are used to drinking. Nothing special, didnt taste like honey. But the fact that it actually sprayed fascinated me. I always had the impression that breast milk would simply flow out, ooze or drip off the tit at the most.
I must confess by now my erection was quite obvious. My wife was away, so the only solution was self release I reckon. But I was not gonna let Cindy off lightly for getting me all hot and bothered.
Me: Cindy, you feel better? You can open your eyes now. Your ankle should be fine. (releasing my grip from her ankle and dropping the ice pack on the floor.)
Cindy: Im gonna be ok?
Me: Look at me by the way, your breast milk is all over my face, must have been the pressure you exerted when you were trying to hold the pain in earlier.
Cindy: I… I….did what? (can tell that she was in shock and distressed, her face was totally flushed)
Me: You squirted on me! Thats what!
Cindy: Im so… sorry! Please dont tell anyone about this!! Please you need to promise me!!
Me: I wont tell anyone if you let me touch your breasts!!
Cindy: You want to do what? But… but… but!!
Me: Dont worry, I just want to feel them. You might have too much milk in there. Its not healthy for you or the baby if you dont discharge the excess. (me playing doctor again!)
Cindy: And you know this how?
Me: I read health journals!
I stood up in front of her, she must have seen my massive hard on. (all I had on were my boxers when I rushed out of the room!) Picked up the baby from her arms and proceeded to move the baby back upstairs to his bed, all this while staring at him. This baby might just be the best thing that has happened to me since I cleared an 8-game parlay 4 years ago. He could be my ticket to sexual heaven!
I returned walking down the stairs slowly, staring at her. I could tell that she was somewhat uneasy. Both arms folded across her topless chest covering her bosoms. She was like a little girl sitting on a dentist’s chair for the first time, not knowing whats gonna happen to her. I walked over to her an sat on the armrest of my oversized lazyboy.
Me: Come on Cindy, dont be shy. Raise you arms.
Cindy: You sure about this? Do you even know what you are doing?
Me: Do you feel like you are swelling all the time? Is you bra constantly soaked?
Cindy: I do, but how would you know all this?
Me: I read health journals… ….
I moved to raise both her hands up, put them on the head rest and instructed her to hold them there. Right in front of me were a pair of glorious creations. With my right hand, I reached for her left breast. Starting from the bottom of the breast, I cupped the underneath, holding the whole breast while squeezing them gently. I can see the milk slowing oozing out, within a few seconds, there was milk all over my hand. I could sense that she was relaxed a little by now knowing that it wasnt gonna hurt a bit. Her eyes were shut, I proceeded to stand up, moved behind the chair, stretched out both my arms, now I was cupping both her breasts. From up here, I had a eagle-eye view of those melon shaped tits trickling milk down her stomach.
With my thumb and index finger on both hands, I started to rub her nipples in a twirling motion. Yes, its like tuning the radio. Slowly both nipples got bigger and surprisingly quite hard. I could feel her heart beating really fast, and she was slowly releasing soft moans I could hardly hear. My madhood was throbbing, I could no longer take it.
Me: How do you feel Cindy?
Cindy: I dont know. Its weird with you touching me like that. But it kinda relieves the swelling I guess. I kinda like that tingling feeling.
Me: What do you mean tingling? You are not suppose to be enjoying this. (trying to hold a straight face!) You better not be treating this as a sexual issue!
Cindy: I… I…. but… it does feel good! (in a whispered voice)
Me: When was the last time you had sex?
Cindy: I cant remember, my husband hasnt touched me since I got pregnant.
Me: Guess he doesnt want to hurt the baby heh?
Cindy: How did you know? That was what he told me.
(In my mind, I was like damn girl, your husband is screwing someone else behind your back.)
Me: Do you masturbate? Like touch yourself?
Cindy: I guess only in the shower when I wash myself.
Me: Not like showering, maybe pleasure yourself while you were showering?
Cindy: Never tried before.
Me: OK, thats enough for one night. Im gonna carry you to your room now.
Cindy: what about my breasts? They gonna be ok too?
Me: Im gonna go get you some breast pumps tomorrow!! That will really do the trick.
Waking up in the morning, stepped into the shower with a massive hard on, just by thinking about what happened last night. I could have just released myself instantly in the shower fantasizing about the whole incident. But I decided to resist and accumulate my load. All this while plotting my next move, afterall I had a good seven more days before my wife returned.
I got dressed, jumped straight into my car and headed for the hospital down in the Tanglin area. Parked and then raced into the extremely well stocked pharmacy. My shopping has started.
Salesgirl: Good morning sir, can I help you?
Me: Indeed miss, I need 2 breasts pumps please!
Salesgirl: We have many different models, different prices and different capacities for different situations.
Me: 2 of the most expensive please.
Salesgirl: Sir, normally one will be enough to do the job… …2?
Me: I have twins!
Salesgirl: You are a very lucky man!
Me: Thank You! (Lucky I thought? You have no idea how these things are gonna change my life? Handed her my credit card and off I went.)
Driving down Orchard Road and trying to get onto the CTE heading back home. I suddenly remembered when I accompanied my wife shopping once, the salesgirl actually told my wife that there were creams for slimming which she was looking for and also some to remove stretch marks on the body including scars. Swung straight into Paragon and was headed to the Clarins counter. Guys, these products really do exist but they dont come cheap. Bagged my items and headed straight for home.
Dropped the items on my bed, went straight to the room next door.
Knock! Knock!
Cindy: Yes?
Me: Your feet still hurting?
Cindy: Its a little swollen, but its better now. mind your own business! (Attitude!)
Me: I got somethings I want to show you, stuff that I purchased this morning that will help you feel better.
Cindy: I dont think I need those pumps, and I dont think they will make any difference for me. Mum just told me that as long as Im with the baby 24/7, I wont need pumps!!!!(Mum!!! What the hell are you talking about? How could you say such a thing?)
Me: I Just spent $600 bucks buying slimming creams and anti stretch mark lotions from Clarins for you!
Clicked!…. ….. the door opened…..
Me: I am not sure what mum told you, but these items are non refundable. I rather you try them and if it doesn’t work, you can dump it in the thrash.
Cindy: Mum said that by pumping the milk out, it loses its freshness when the baby consumes it.
Me: Look girl, you and I both know that you have plenty of milk. And the reason that we are pumping it out is so that you wont feel so swollen and you wont be constantly lactating. You can continue to breast feed the baby, just lose the excess!
With that I pulled her into my bedroom and made her sit on the edge of my bed. The baby was of course sleeping. Ripping off the bags, tore off the packaging, it just felt like Christmas morning, tearing up all my presents under the tree when I was a kid.
Inventory:
2 motorized pumps attached to wired plugs.
2 long rubber tubes
2 bottled containers
2 transparent breast caps.
Simple as it is, ways these things work is simply to attach the breast cap onto the bottle, attach one end of the rubber tube to the top of the bottle, the other end into the pump which creates the suction, plug it in, switch it on and VOILA! With this top of the line French model, you get to adjust the speed and the frequency of the suction!!!
Me: Come on, don’t be shy, lets give this thing a try! Its not like I have never seen your breasts before.
Cindy: You sure about this? I still don’t feel very comfortable.
Me: I have already put it all together, all you have to do is to lift up that sweat shirt of yours.
Cindy: Cant I just do it myself?
Me: Nope, I need to make sure that you are doing it properly and these pumps aren’t hurting you. Come on don’t be wasting my time.
I moved over to her and motioned her to lift up that sweatshirt. Boy, I was ready! Pump in left hand! Pump in right hand! Just like the emergency room doctor trying to revive a patient holding the defibrillator!!! Power up, charging… charging… Clear!!! The moment that sweat shirt came up, both tits exposed, I plunged those 2 pumps right onto target!
She gave out a little shrill, not sure if it was my quick action or the sudden response to the pumps suction. Within the first three pumping action, I could see the fountain of nutrition flowing at its ultimate glory.
Me: See! Now its working. How do you feel?
Cindy: Arghhh…. ( soft moans ) its… its… tingling…. but it feels good.
Me: Good now to the next step. You hold on to both the pumps please.
She did as she was told, left hand on left pump and right hand on right pump. I moved myself behind her slowly. The moment I have been waiting for all morning. I slid both my hands under her arms and start massaging and squeezing those breasts. Gently does it, I can see that her eyes are now closed. She was taking long deep breathes. Even with my jeans on, I could feel my full blown manhood now throbbing and rocking back and forth against her bare back.
Cindy: What is this feeling? And why are you squeezing my breasts?
Me: I am simply massaging them for you to ease the flow since you cant do it yourself while holding on to two pumps.
Cindy: You cant tell anyone about this ok?
Me: I wont tell if you wont.
Thing about this particular pump is that, it has a small squarish motor. Just like those little fish tank pumps that carry oxygen via a tube into the tank. Just that this one creates a suction instead. But both motors produce that intense soft vibration effect.
I moved myself back to the front staring at the two already half filled milk bottles even though it has only been a mere 3 mins, thinking to myself that it must be a lot of milk. The salesgirl told me it would at least take a person 15-20 mins to fill one bottle.
I tugged on the other ends of the rubber tubes which was attached to the motors and dragged them closer. First they reached her feet, she must have felt that ticklish feeling thus she split both her feet opened a little. I waited for a few more seconds and tugged on it a little more. This time I positioned the motors so they touch both her thighs. I could feel and hear her breathing a little faster and giving out soft moans. But important thing was there was no protesting or complaining. As both the motors inch closer slowly, I could see her spreading her thighs apart ever so slightly.
Cindy: Why are you bringing the motors so close to me?
Me: The damn tubes are too long, I need to drag them closer to adjust the speed and the suction. I cant reach them if they are at you feet can I?
Without warning, I turned those things on to maximum power. She started to clenched the two bottles that she was holding tightly and this time started to moan loudly to my pleasure. I reacted by pushing both the pumps against her crotch. She released her hands with the two bottles still hanging on her and tried to push me away.
I held my ground, left hand holding her down. Right hand holding two vibrating motors against her crotch. Within ten seconds, although still struggling and moaning loudly, she tensed up and trembled for a few moments. Let out a loud scream and her body went soft. At that moment, I knew, she had peaked!
Without saying a word, she ran back to her room and slammed the door shut. The two half filled milk bottles strewn across my bed. That scared me a little, what if she complained or told her husband about it, I will be in deep trouble. For a few hours I did not hear a sound coming from the room, even the baby was quiet. I just acted as if everything was normal, turned on my computer, ordered pizza and started playing WoW as usual.
Evening came, I heard her coming out of her room and going into the bathroom turning on the shower. I better check on her to make sure that she didnt tell anyone about what had happened earlier.
Knock! Knock!
Me: Cindy, are you ok? I got you your favourite hawaiian pizza in the oven, you want me to heat it up for you?
Cindy: No, its ok I am not hungry yet.
Me: Er…. Are you angry about what happened earlier? You want me to throw the two pumps away? ( There was a long pause, longest few moments in my life waiting for a reply, maybe in trouble already!! Heart pounding real fast!!)
Cindy: No!
Me: No? What the hell does no mean? You are not angry or you dont want me to throw those pumps away?
Cindy: I am not angry with you. And dont you dare touch my pumps!
Me: OoooooK……
Wow! Thats a fantastic sign, she actually wanted to keep her newly discovered toys! I picked up the bottles, emptied its contents, drained the tubes, washed them and left them on the kitchen sink. I walked back to my room with a sigh of relief and at the same time a little excitement.
A few more quiet hours have passed, it must have been about 3 am, I really needed to get something to drink after raiding for 4 hours straight with some PuG noobs, needed like 5 tries to take the boss down. I tiptoed out of my study as usual, as Cindy’s room was just next door and I dont want to wake the baby up. I noticed that her room was still dimly lit from the slit under the door, her reading light was still on. Thought to myself that she must prolly be feeding the baby or changing a diaper.
Didnt think much of it, I went to the refrigerator and took out my ice cold mountain dew and climbed up the stairs slowly. I heard a soft buzzing sound coming through her room door. Instantly I got excited there, it was a sound that i recognised. The pumps that I bought her earlier were in action. I wanted to get in on the action, but how?
Knock! Knock!
Me: Cindy, you are not asleep? I hear something going on in there, are you ok?
Cindy: Er…. …… ya everything is fine, I am going to sleep now. ( I could sense that her reply was filled with hesitation and maybe a little fear.)
Me: I know I just heard the sound of the pumps going on in there, you need me to help you?
Cindy: Er…. ….. no, I dont need help, I just wanted to try out to see if I am able to do it on my own!
Me: Cindy, open the door. I want to see what you are doing in there. I am worried you might hurt yourself.
Cindy: No, no, no. Its ok, I am doing it right, just like you taught me earlier… everything is just fine.
Me: Cindy… (in a stern voice) How can you be doing it right? The 2 bottles and the tubes are still on the kitchen sink!
Click! The door opened.
Cindy: I am sorry, I didnt mean to lie to you. Just that I wanted to know what that feeling was that I got this afternoon. I have never felt that way before and I am… ….. a little confused and very embarassed.
Me: Its ok girl! The only thing that happened to you this afternoon was you achieved an orgasm. Its a feeling like a volcano, building up pressure slowly over time, until the point of no return where eruption takes place and then comes total relief. About a hundred and twenty muscles in your body were building up pressure over time slowly, when they can no longer hold back, orgasm takes place. That was what you felt.
Cindy: And how would you know this? You are not me nor a girl.
Me: I read health journals!
After standing at the doorway talking to her for a few minutes. I realised that through out her years growing up, her husband was her one and only sex partner. Every time that he wanted to have sex with her, he would just climb on top to her, inserted himself into her and finished his business. That was the only way she knew how to fulfill her duty as a wife. She knew of no pleasure out of the act itself.
Me: Dont worry about a thing, its human nature and what took place was totally natural. You should not feel guilty or embarassed.
Cindy: But for so many years I have never felt this way before not even with my husband. How could you make me have that feeling just like that?
Me: Maybe you were just not at ease with the whole process while you were with your husband. You need to relax to make things happen. Why dont you come over to my room since the baby is asleep, I will give you a nice massage with the creams I bought you.
Cindy: Massage?
Me: Yes, dont you want the stretch marks on your body to go away since you have the baby.
Cindy: I do.
Me: Ok then, come on in to my room and lay down on the bed.
I instructed her to remove her sweat shirt, by now it seems she was already used to me demanding that her top came off all the time, she did it naturally without a single protest. However she still did try to cover up her extremely large but firm breasts, while I told her to lay down in a prone position and slid a pillow under her head.
Finally all my efforts are starting to pay off slowly. I unwrapped the packaging and opened the bottle. Dipped two of my fingers in there and scooped up a generous amount and started on her lower back.
Cindy: Ah……. its cold.
Me: I know, it will warm up once I start to rub it in, so relax.
Cindy: Emmmm….. this feels so good, my husband never does this for me and its been a long time since I went to a spa. Ah… …. more on the lower back please.
Me: Its been proven I believe, that with constant and regular massages on the affected areas, the marks will go away very soon. Turn around and face me please. I am going to work on your tummy area now.
She did as she was told obediently, I could feel that she was still awkward being topless in front of me. Her hands of folded across her ample bosoms, and I am determined to make all that change. I started working on her belly area in a circular motion, the whole idea here is to get all the cream rubbed into the skin evenly. Slowly I moved upwards, both my hands were found massaging the bottom of her two breasts, I squeezed them lightly, and massaged them at the same time. To my delight, she was starting to emit soft moans.
I grabbed hold of both her hands and placed them in a position folded over her head if you can imagine. There was no protest. This time I was really massaging her breasts for real, no excuses, no feeding, no breast pumping. With both hands, I cupped both her breasts, kneading them like a baker on his dough, I squeezed them lightly as the moans continued. I reached for the cream and spreaded a little on her slightly dark brown nipples which were fully erect by now. She has slightly larger nipples, the way I like them. I started twirling my fingers on both the nipples simultaneously and tugging on them occasionally. Thumb and index finger of both hands on both nipples in a twirling motion, other three fingers continuing to massage and give her breasts light squeezes here and there. Withing a few moments, milk was oozing out. This has gotten me really excited, I have never had this experience with a lactating woman before even though I have had my fair share of women. In fact I have had plenty of women through out my life.
Me: Cindy, I am going to need you to remove your sweat pants as well.
Cindy: But why?
Me: Come on, you should trust me by now, are you telling me that there are no stretch marks on your thighs and butt cheeks?
Cindy: There are, but but… …
Me: No more buts, dont waste my efforts here, lets do this right.
Cindy: Ok. ( could see her face starting to blush a little already.)
I proceeded to try to pull down her sweat pants, she cooperated by raising her butt to make things easy for me. What I saw really turned me on.
Now guys, I am no pervert, just an ordinary guy with ordinary needs. However I realised that with her, I am also rediscovering myself at the same time. First, I didnt know that lactating breasts excited me so much. And now, I just found out that her panties were damn hot!!! Dont get me wrong, I appreciate nice pretty, sexy underwear. But here, she was just wearing an ordinary white, thin, see through underwear. What got me all hot and bothered was the fact that there was no elastic, her underwear was just held together by two strings in a butterfly knot on each side of her hips.
I started working on her thighs, rubbing them back and forth, slowly but surely proceeding up to her pubic area. I could see her pubic hair through her underwear, sparsely spreaded, not very much. I wasnt going to touch her yet because I do know of a spot that really drives women crazy and I am going to use it on her. With both my thumbs, I slid them just under the strings of her underwear, where the pelvic joints are on each side. Instantly she reacted with a loud moan, if done correctly it will feel extremely sensual, if not doesnt matter either, it will just feel ticklish. Slowly massaging that spot and applying pressure, there is a major accupoint there. I personally consider that an erogeneous zone.
I am sure everyone has a different switch that turns them on. For me what really gets me going is to see my partner really excited. Its gets all the blood in my body rushing down stream.
I continued to apply a little pressure on and off on her hips while moving my thumbs in a circular motion at the same time. Both her legs were held tightly together, I could feel that she was really tensing up as each moment passes by. I could tell that she was starting to get aroused even though there was no physical evidence yet.
Cindy: Why do you keep massaging my hips? There are no stretch marks there.
Me: This is a major accupoint, I am trying to help you relax as much as you can. If you don’t like it, I can stop right now.
Cindy: No! No! (as the moans continued softly) Please, please don’t stop, it just feels weird and yet it feels so good…
I applied more pressure to the two spots, slowly I can tell that she was really getting fired up. Her hips are starting to wriggle uncontrollably and her softs moans are getting louder, in fact I think she is starting to emit slutty groans.
Me: Cindy why don’t you turn around and get on all fours, lay you head on the pillow, raise your butt up and I will massage you from behind.
Cindy: That’s a really funny position no?
Me: I cant really see where the stretch marks are unless you raise your butt in my face. After all its not like you can see your own butt to know where the marks are.
Cindy: You are not going to hurt me are you?
Me: Trust me, it will be just fine. You will not feel a pinch.
With that she obeyed, she tucked her head into the pillow and raised her butt to the perfect level where I could have a full view. There was a few stretch marks here and there not much. But what was important was the fact that now I could see that her panties was soaked at the crotch area. Her juices were almost soaking through her thin panties as far as I could see. At this point, I could also tell slightly that she had rather pinkish labia hidden within her sparsely spread pubic hair.
I began this time by massaging her thighs. With a little more cream, both my hands grabbed both her thighs from behind, stroking in a up and down motion, while my thumbs were squeezing on her inner thighs. The soft moans started again. Slowly I worked my way upwards and towards her buttocks. She did squirm a little when both my thumbs reached her pubic area on the way to her buttocks. Slowly, I slipped both my hands under her soft white panties covering her extremely well toned butt even though she had just given birth. With both my palms, I grabbed onto her butt cheeks on each side and started palming them in a circular motion while squeezing them at the same time.
Cindy: Hey! Where are your hands in my underwear? Is that ok?
Me: Hello? Your stretch marks are on your butt, no? Or are they on your panties? I can stop now if you want me to.
Cindy: NO! NO, please don’t stop now…. …. ah, ah….
After massaging her butt for a good few minutes, I got bolder this time. Still working in a circular outward motion, I slid both my thumbs down her butt crack, spreading her butt cheeks apart, and then going back up her butt in a upward motion. Even though I had not touched her forbidden area, every time I split those cheeks, I could see that I was close enough to slowly spread her labia without her knowing consciously.
My manhood was throbbing as hell by now. I am no big boy, but my humble six-incher was just dying for some attention. All I had on was my pair of joe boxers all this while. I could hardly contain myself by now, I knew that I would explode sooner or later.
With my left hand still moving in a hungry fashion around her butt, something in me just triggered me to tug on the strings of her panties. With a soft pull, without her knowledge, the right side came off. Revealing half her vagina to me. I could see that it was really moist, in fact it was more than moist, her juices had already spread to the outer parts of her forbidden area. With a second tug, I have done the impossible, I have set her vagina free.
Me: Cindy, your underwear is thoroughly soaked!
Cindy: My, my… what? How could you remove my panties?
Me: I did not remove your panties, it just fell off on its own. And it seems theres a lot of unidentified liquid on it! (acting innocent!)
Cindy: Please don’t tell anyone about this. I think your massage just triggered me this way. It wasn’t like I could control myself. I didn’t mean to.
Me: Its ok, I wont tell anyone if you let me finish up the massage.
Cindy: Ok, but you must promise not to tell anyone.
Still on all fours, with her panties out of the way. I had a full view of her vagina. This girl had big lips, her labia was not pink like I had earlier thought. It was actually a nice juicy shade of red. Spreading them apart with my thumbs, I could tell that she was completely red without a single trace of brownish colour which I found a lot of women to have. She had short pubic hair which I figured she hasn’t trimmed for a few days. With her butt still facing me, I scooped up a generous amount of her juices on my thumb and tasted it. She didn’t smell and she really tasted good.
Playing doctor, I decided to examine my patient further. I lifted up her clitoral hood while she began to wriggle a little. She had a nice erected clitoris hidden under there. It was definitely pink this time. With my left thumb, holding down her clitoral hood, I started tickling her clitoris with my right index finger. This time she really started to groan in a very slutty and yet sexy way which excited me a lot.
I could feel that she was also moving in tune with my finger which was now rubbing her clit in a fast and firm circular motion. With my instincts taking over, I lubricated my fingers with what she had provided me and without warning, I slid my third and fourth fingers into her. She gave out a loud scream, but this time I could tell for sure it was not pain with the way her body is reacting to my touch.
Through my experience, I know that girls never reject fingers unless they have had bad experiences. The trick here is not to shove them in and move in a penetrative manner. Push the fingers in all the way, hold it there, allow the vaginal wall to grip them and start to wiggle your fingers. I found her g-spot rather easily. Started to finger her more aggressively as the moments tick by. I could feel the build up as her butt started clenching together. Increased my speed and tempo, went a little deeper. And Voila! She let out a loud shriek, with my fingers still refusing to surrender, she rewarded me with three full squirts of her juices all over my sticky body.
She collapsed immediately onto the bed the moment I pulled out my fingers, juices still oozing out of her vagina. She turned around and laid bare naked in front of me, face flushed from the action I reckon and not from embarrassment.
Cindy: I am exhausted!
Me: But I am not done with you Cindy.
Cindy: What do you mean you are not done? I don’t need anymore of this whatever massage you just gave me.
Me: I know, but we agreed you were going to let me finish the massage otherwise I am going to tell on you.
Cindy: But… but…
With her laying down now, I spread her legs slowly. She knew I was looking at her forbidden fruit, shyly she turned her face avoiding eye contact with me. I proceeded to taste the fruit this time in its raw form. Yes, I was licking and eating her. She didn’t smell at all and she tasted just the way I liked it. Her labia was the most delicious in my opinion, it had a texture like great sashimi. It melts the minute it touches your tongue.
I enjoyed her hungrily, from slurping her labia lips to sucking on her clitoris to penetrating her with my tongue. Sure enough she began to wriggle again, this time she groaned more openly and more defiantly even though her eyes were still closed. I was about to explode.
Me: How are you feeling Cindy?
Cindy: Ah… ah…. It feels good whatever you are doing.
Me: What don’t you open your eyes and see whats going on?
Cindy: I… I… am shy….
Me: Don’t be shy Cindy, Its just my cock rubbing on your pussy.
Cindy: Your… your what? Ah… …..ah….
After eating her hungrily, I have gotten up and even though my boxers were still on, my manhood had already found himself a way out. I was sliding my shaft up and down her vagina with her labia spread apart. She was well lubricated, and it felt hot and juicy. I continued to slide up and down, until something happened which surprised me.
Even with her eyes, still closed. Her right hand reached forward and started to place itself on the top of my manhood. She seemed to pressing my penis against her vagina which I enjoyed. Every time I move in a upward motion, rubbing against her, she would use her thumb to rub on the tip of my penis, moaning in rhythm with my motion.
Finally I could no longer hold back, still in motion, I rubbed her more intensely while she continued to tease me and moan at the same time. I leaned forward, grabbed onto both her large breasts, sucked really hard on the left breast. She screamed and then started a shivering motion, I wanted to come with her. With that, I climaxed and unloaded everything onto her, seven to eight bursts of rapid fire. Squirts landed on her face, in her hair, breasts and tummy.
Cindy: Tissue?
Its not like I am not willing to have sex with her. Like all of you, I think it would be awesome. However the situation needs to be handled delicately. She is no FL or maid or girlfriend where I can just dump once its all over. This will stick for a damn long time. And I appreciate fellow bros sharing info about shooting inside safely. The health journals that I read claim that a woman aint ovulating not coz she just had a baby, she can ovulate the month right after she gives birth. The catch is while shes breast feeding, its considered safe. Any bros care to clarify?
Cindy: Oi! Can you please dont smoke so much? Its starting to stink up the house and I can smell it in my room even though the door is closed. Its bad for the baby!
Me: Goodness! Since you and the baby arrived, all I get are complaints! I use to do whatever I like, this is my house!
Cindy: Ok! I understand, but can we compromise a bit please?
Me: How?
Cindy: You can do whatever you like in the house just like before, but when you need to smoke please go to the balcony!
Me: Ok, since you say so, I respect!
Sitting in front of my computer, fired up my WoW! Really not in the mood to start playing if I cant really enjoy smoking and playing at the same time. I am sure many of you can relate to smoking and sitting in front of the comp for hours. Its also a from of pleasure.
With my study door opened, I started surfing on my favourite porn website. Nothing really surprises me nowadays on these sites, only that the actresses change and the situations are more or less the same. I always preferred the japanese themed avs more, just my preference no discrimination to others. Started to tune into one that has a mother and daughter going into a bathhouse together and then probably gonna end up getting a few erotic massages from the dirty masseurs inside.
Just kept the program running, wasnt really paying attention. I was busy trying to open up all the credit card bills piled on my table. Trying to figure out how much this woman has cost me since she arrived, with all the diapers and baby ass wipes.
Knock! Knock!
Cindy: Oi! What are you doing?
Me: I am trying to read my credit card statements lah!
Cindy: What is all that funny noises I hear coming from your comp? Its very disturbing?
Me: Disturbing? ( must have forgotten to lower the volume)
Me: Come over here, I show you.
She came an sat next to me and started watching. I could tell that her eyes were glued to whatever thats happening on the screen. I swept all the mail into my drawer and started to enjoy all the different expressions on her face.
Me: Never watch porn before?
Cindy: Nope! Its gross!
Me: Right! Im going for a smoke downstairs, you want me to get you a drink?
Cindy: Nope! ( eyes still glued to the screen )
Returning back from the balcony, at the top of the stairs, I could see her from the corner of my eyes. Her face was flushed, could tell that her body was tensed and both her hands were tightly clenched between her thighs. I moved slowly and quietly back to my seat next to her, trying not to distract her as much as possible. I put my hands over her shoulders, pulled her a little closer to me which she obliged and started to move my hands slowly under her tiny t-shirt. I started squeezing her breasts gently and played with her nipples, flicking them up and down with my index finger. Her nipples were fully erect by now, and I could tell that she was getting tensed up again as I coould feel that milk was slowly oozing out onto my finger.
With my other hand, I raised both her arms up into the air and removed her top, exposing her tanned, melon shaped, d-cupped breasts once again. Both my hands slowly found their way to massaging her breasts, squeezing them and making her nipples lactate.
Cindy: Why… why… why… are so many guys onto this girl? Poor girl!
Me: Hey cant you tell that she is enjoying it?
Cindy: No, how can… can…. she be enjoying this?
Me: Whats the big deal? All she has is one cock in her mouth, one cock in her pussy and one cock in her ass!
Cindy: But… but… Thats a lot!
I started moving my left hand down towards her private area, spread her thighs a little and pretended to leave it there. Slowly I was starting to rub her from the outside even though she had a pair tiny shorts on. I moved from my seat, slowly I knelt down in front of her, my face closing in on her nipples. I am slowly starting to think that I am actually getting addicted to the taste of human milk. Here I am sucking off on her right tit, squeezing her left with my right hand, her right nipple spraying onto my bare face. When was the last time you walk in the open with a slight drizzle hitting your face? Thats the feeling!
Just when I was starting to hear her emit soft moans, all of sudden she just brushed me off, got up and ran out of the room topless, her tiny t-shirt still strewn on my desk!
Me: Oi! Where you going?
Cindy: Into the shower, mum is meeting us for dinner at 6pm.
Me: I know! So?
Cindy: I need to get ready!
Me: WTF? Its 3pm only now!
I saw her grab her towel that was hung on the staircase railing and headed into the shower, closed the door. The shower started running.
Without thinking, I grabbed the key to the bathroom, turned the door knob, pulled downed my boxers, opened the door and walked in stark naked!
Cindy: Ah!!!! What do you think you are doing?
Me: This is my house, you said I could do whatever I wanted as long as I smoked in the balcony!
Cindy: But… but… but…