("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2007. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Our First by Flinders (address withheld) *** Daughter and Father re-establish their relationship after the birth of her first child. (MF, inc, mast, rom) *** 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. END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 50