OUR FIRST

Ian was asleep at my breast. His father had just handed 
me a cup of hot tea and was now gently rubbing my 
shoulders. I felt exhausted, loved and emotional all at 
once. It gave me the security and comfort I craved. As 
I relaxed my un-nursed breast began to weep streams of 
milk from its nipple. The let down was steady yet not 
offering the sensual fulfillment I normally received 
from having it sucked by Ian.

"Dad will you do me a favour?"

"Sure, what can I do for you?"

"Nurse me please. Ian has had his fill and I need the 
other breast emptied. It would make me feel much better 
- besides you know how much I really enjoy it!"

Without a word Ian was lifted from my breast by his 
father and placed sleeping in his bassinette. I laid 
back on the daybed we had placed on the veranda. As I 
did I removing my sarong. It was moistened with 
perspiration from this morning's warm bed all sticky 
with the milk running from my permanently swollen 
nipples. It was also wet from an equal amount of 
vaginal cream that has been oozing from my distended 
and excited vagina. I have gotten to enjoy making these 
secretion whenever I am nursing.

Dad began to suck on my breast with deep draws pulling 
my milk out through the sensitive nipple. This caused 
great inner sensations. The strong sucking was pulling 
feelings straight from my cunt right through my nipple. 
It is the kind of deep satisfaction nursing gives you. 
It causes my vagina to tighten through spasms and 
moisten while my clitoris swells and becomes firm and 
turgid. The nursing quickly caused a pleasant ache in 
my belly that was driving me to desire a strong orgasm. 

A thick finger began to explore the moist opening 
between my vulva. The finger immediately began to 
compress my erection clitoris against my pubic bone at 
the top of my very full and open vagina. The finger's 
pressure continued in the same cadences as my father 
drew milk from my nipple. Minutes passed as my desires 
slowly over took me.

The finger now stopped its rhythm within me as my hips 
undulated involuntarily to the beat my Dad's sucking. 
Moments later, my breast was soft and empty again, as 
my vagina relaxed and extended letting Dad's finger 
fall from the tubular muscle in my crotch. A slumber 
over came me and I faded into sleep. I was just able to 
acknowledge the departure of father and son from the 
veranda.

Hours later I was stirred into conscientious. Some 
hungry lips were kissing me as a busy tongue 
administered soft penetrations into my vagina. This 
rapidly changed to strong sucking as my vagina re-
opened. The sun was up in the summer sky warming the 
veranda from its morning coolness. The sensation in my 
vagina intensified as I again noticed soreness in my 
breast return. I simply relaxed and waited for the 
orgasm to roll over me from the stimulation. 

I felt a trickle milk on my breast as I letdown once 
more. I realised it was now seven weeks since having 
Ian and I wanted to exercise my vaginal muscles once 
more. The muscles in both my vagina and cervix were 
again in their normal shape and it was time to see if 
they still worked like before Ian's birth.

"Dad it's been weeks since my womb was stretched out of 
shape. Lets exercise it to see if it still functions as 
it is supposed to"

"Jess, are you sure you're ready?"

"Yes, I'm sure I'm ready. We can call it a trial post-
partition fuck?"

Dad looked up at me and smiled, "I was hoping that my 
going down on you was evidence enough. Do you really 
want to fuck right now?"

"Yes I do! Quickly, your son will be up soon for his 
next feed. So you better get inside me while we still 
have some time. I need to feel you putting your sperm 
in me again, if you know what I mean?"

"It's been a long time and I must admit that Ian has 
reduce my sperm's purpose and besides my penis really 
misses the comfort of being held inside your vagina."

"I miss it too" I then felt Dad's penis smoothly enter 
me, it caused tears to form and run down my cheeks. "Oh 
Dad I have missed this so much."

"It is wonderful isn't it?" Dad moaned.

"Yes it is wonderful, as I knew it would," replied.

I immediately realised our making Ian was the absolute 
right thing to have done. I also now realised that I 
was going to make more children with Dad. I planned to 
have another baby the minute Ian was weaned. My 
daydreaming was broken by the warm sensation of Dad's 
sperm spraying inside me. I instantly felt the spray 
coat my cervix as it has so often before. The next few 
minutes culminated with the orgasm I had been thirsting 
for all these weeks. We were as fully functional as 
before Ian's birth. As the afterglow faded a cry from 
Ian's bedroom became audible. 

Dad's penis was flaccid again falling from my open, 
very relaxed and comfortable vagina whilst my nipples 
seeped milk in anticipation. Dad collected his son and 
again placed him to my breast. Ian nursed immediately 
as Dad knelt to go down on me once more gently sucking 
his sperm from my filled vagina. I lay back and enjoyed 
the oral stimulation from my father and son. I lasted 
only a short time before I was brought to another deep 
basal orgasm. 

Exhausted and feeling slightly sore at the nipples and 
aching at the vulva, I knew I would be craving another 
orgasm as soon as it was available.