riseofwives: “Come on, honey,” she urged, “there’s no one else in the park&h
riseofwives: “Come on, honey,” she urged, “there’s no one else in the park…nothing to be afraid of…” I glanced around, again anxious under the knowing gaze of my new wife. Of course there was no one else…there was never anyone else, these days. “Come, have a seat,” she continued, patient as always with my awkwardness, my muddled mind. She patted the ground next to her. “It’s just you and me…” The portent of the moment was not lost on me: would I submit myself to this, this fully public display of what was to this point a private, intimate routine? Or could I last? Could I last until we returned home, behind closed doors, pulled shades? Could I wait ‘til then to feed, could I wait ‘til then for release? One look, though, one look at her presentation of her figure, and I was working on pure instinct. She took my hand in hers and guided me down, first to my knees. “That’s right, that’s right,” she said, encouraging me closer, “we can do it right here…no worries at all, just you and me.” Her voice softened sympathetically, and I watched her chest swell in anticipation of our coming moments together. “Here…lay your head down, right here, in my lap…” she instructed, guiding me down to her, “and I’ll undo your pants…” Acquiescent, and powerless against my needs, I lay my head on her thighs and looked up at her as she began to dutifully pull the straps off her top down, off her shoulders. Again in wonder, near-worship, of her enormous, life-giving breasts, my mouth opened, both in awe at her effortless, jaw-dropping beauty and at the promise of my coming suck. Soon her strong hands were behind my head, soon her large arms had me cradled to her. Her big, soft breast was at once in my face, mashed gently against my nose, mouth, and eyes. As I groped instinctively for her nipple, I could not help but recoil in a moment of humiliation as her hand found my shaft, already hard. “Shhhh….” she hushed me, “shhh….don’t worry, there’s no one around…” She had my manhood in hand, as was her usual practice to insure that I fed well, calmly. Flushing with shame, I gave in to my hunger and urge and took her nipple. Within moments my mouth was being filled with her milk, and I fed as she took to slowly stroking me, guiding me now to her rhythm, intimate and warm. I had surrendered fully, allowing myself to be nursed and pleasured here, in what was once a public park. And for my reward, along with her milk and the motherly smell of her breast, she would coo to me tender words of love, enveloping me in her voice and flesh, and bring me towards a slow, gut-wrenching climax, under the gentle, confident grasp of her warm hand. …morph by mig, my crop & filter. -- source link