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KathyKathystory about a lactating single momIt was a warm, sunny September Saturday afternoon and I really couldn’t stand it anymore to sit at my desk and think about my thesis. They call it “writer’s block” and mine was finest quality marble, weighing a ton at the least. Any which way I formulated and reformulated the text, it only seemed a summit of stupid phraseology. You can’t force creativity, so I resigned to put on my shoes and take a nose full of fresh air. I took a bus to the nearby park to enjoy the sunshine and the public: pensioners sitting on a bench and discussing the shortcomings of the new generation, and the same new generation holding hands or pushing prams. k**s under the watchful eye of some grandmother fed the ducks and swans, taking pleasure in their splashing when they fought for a piece of stale bread. Joggers in colourful sport suits tried to escape their heart failure with hanging tongues.After a while I had enough of aimless wandering and felt refreshed yet tired. Having arrived at the lakeside café, I felt like enjoying what could be the last sunny weekend of the season with a cup of coffee and a cigarette. I was not the only one having this idea and it took some waiting and searching till I could find a seat on one of the tables near the path. A cup of strong coffee, some puffs on the cigarette and the lovely sunshine regenerated my brain, thoughts arranged themselves to ideas and arguments tumbled into each other like the cubes of an experienced Tetris player. Deeply engaged in thoughts, drifting in scientific Nirvana, I was suddenly taken back to reality by a friendly female voice. “Is this seat free, please?” a soft, somewhat throaty voice asked me, “no way of pushing this pram through to the middle table!” What a voice, soft, yet erotic, sending showers down my spine and taking over the priority in my brain. I looked up and saw the owner of the voice: a young lady with a pram, somewhere in her mid-twenties. “No problem, please be seated”, I answered, at the same time scanning her face. What struck me first were her eyes: deep brown, accentuated by just an expert hint of make-up. A lovely smile showed sparkling white teeth, arranged with just a touch of imperfection in their position that guaranteed naturalness. Her breasts looked full and buxom, her recent pregnancy had left her belly a little rounded and her hips had a lovely curve leading to beautiful legs clad in tight leggings. This perfect sample of female sensuality activated more atavistic structures in my brain, banning all the academic bla-bla in some closet of my cortex.The lady ordered a hot chocolate (“I’m still breastfeeding, or I would have preferred coffee) and for the same reason refused a cigarette. “Hi, I am Kathy”, she introduced herself with a sensual smile, “and this is Joan”, pointing at the baby. After introducing myself, we had an agreeable chat during which she told me about the joys and drawbacks of being a single mother (“my bloke, that asshole couldn’t stand to be no more in the centre of the attention, you know, he just went off”) and the luck she had to secure a nice council flat for her and the baby. Time passed quickly, as Einstein once said (“if you are sitting on a hot stove, five minutes seem an eternity, if you are with a nice girl, 5 minutes pass as seconds, now That’s relativity”), and the baby seemed to demand some attention. Putting in the pacifier and rocking the pram was to no avail, so apparently it was feeding time for the a****ls. “You don’t mind if I feed her, do you?” Not at all, breastfeeding is a healthy habit that should be encouraged. Kathy took the baby out of the pram and I looked shily away as she pulled up her blouse, opened some secret flaps and strings and let the baby suckle away happily. After a while, I couldn’t help looking discreetly, but apparently Kathy was quite experienced in public feeding and not shy about it. But something was weird in the picture, which I could not explain but by my limited experience in parenthood: Joan lay quietly on her lap and the blouse was closed; normally babies are lifted towards the breast, but here it seemed that the breast came towards the baby. What breasts this women could have, I wondered, yes I wondered. Another question which I as a scientist should get answered someday.About half an hour later, Joan was fed and had clean nappies, the sun started to descend behind the trees and it got cooler. “I think it’s time to go home” Cathy said to me. Incredible, what her soft, throaty voice could do with even these banalities. Gentlemanly, I offered to accompany her to her place, which I was allowed, provided that I took my turn of pushing the pram on the gravel paths. We talked and I felt like being part of a family already. Cathy’s flat was not far away from the park, but one of the reasons for the low price was the fact that it had no elevator. Cathy was grateful to me because I helped her carrying the pram upstairs (the old housekeeper not only had fixed a cardboard notice saying that “for sefety reasons, no objects alowed in the coridor”, but also complained rather noisily if she found the pram in the lobby). Slightly blushing she invited me inside for a drink.In the flat, Cathy put the baby in the cot and offered me a glass of mineral water. We sat on the sofa and continued our chat. Doing this, we came closer and closer to each other. Faint heart never won a fair lady, so eventually I put my hand on her lap bahis firmaları and smiled to her. She smiled, so I became bolder and placed my arm on her shoulder. She turned her face to mine, gave me a big smile and offered her lips for a kiss. First our lips met, then our tongues. Cathy leaned back, closed her eyes and we concentrated on discovering each other. After several minutes of passionate kissing, my hands started to wander across her body. Eventually, I slipped a hand under her blouse and massaged her belly (it was a bit flabby still from c***dbirth and therefore very soft, something completely new for me). Doing this, I touched a very solid bra with all kind of metal reinforcement, a barrier too tough to tackle. Moreover, Cathy suddenly stiffened and stopped kissing. ”Not now and not too fast, please. I have to get used to this, you know”. Since she said this with so sweet a tone, so I held my horses and resumed kissing. Anyway, a beginning was made which I did not want to ruin by speed excess. So, after some kissing, I said good-bye and promised to come back next Saturday.Wielding some flowers, I rang at her apartment next Saturday afternoon. Cathy opened the door wearing a flowered dress and a happy smile. “I am glad you came”, she said; “I am glad to be allowed to see you”, I replied. We then fell in a deep embrace in which I felt her generous forms pressing against my slender academic frame (at that time for 1,90 m, I weighed some 75 kg). Finally, she pulled me into her apartment and closed the door. “You know, I did not want to fall in love so quickly any more. I think you are a honest type, and I am happy to see you, but please don’t rush things.” So, in order not to impose myself, I proposed a walk in the park. One hour later we returned with fresh faces, reddened and purified by the cold wind.We had tea, Joan had her drink (in all discretion) and new pampers, so before supper we took some time for cuddling. With some good music as background and the beautiful evening light, we stayed for eternities in passionate embrace and kissing. I fumbled for some opening in the dress, but it was less open for exploration than I had hoped. But Cathy showed no sign of refusal, so I tried the only possible way and slipped my hand up skirt along her thighs. Soft stroking of the naked skin did not upset her, she relaxed in my arms. Carefully, I stroked her mons Venus through the fabric of her panty (it felt rather fancy, with lace and things). This next to nothing could not hide the complete absence of pubic hair (in that time, the early 80’s in continental Europe, it was less common to shave). I must have looked quite astonished, so she whispered: “does it not please you?” “It is more a surprise for me than dislike you know”. I smiled, looked into her eyes, and after having returned the smile, Cathy opened her mouth in such a sensual way that I could not but to resume our French kissing. My hands wandered higher and I tried to explore her bra. All I could feel that it was rather stiff and solid. Moreover, Cathy did not really seem to like my fingerwork. So my fingers went back to her pussy and she left no doubt about having a very pleasurable experience. She let her head sink back on the sofa, closed her eyes and concentrated on my fingers. Kneeling down before her, I pulled down her panty. I kissed her knees, up her thighs and went between her shapely legs. As my tongue touched her pubic area, she moaned slightly. I removed her panties and concentrated on her privates. As soon as my tongue touched her clit, the moaning intensified and was accompanied by rhythmic movements of her pelvis. Carefully my tongue spread her labiae and I took her clit in my mouth. My sucking resulted in Kathy’s moaning to increase and after several minutes she started shuddering in orgasm. Encouraged by this, I attempted once more to explore the interior of her industrial strength bra (which by all appearance must have been made by the guy who built the legendary brick shithouse).But Kathy refused again the entrance to that sanctuary.“What is it with your breasts that you are so secretive?” I asked “or are they off limits because of your breast-feeding?” Kathy turned deep red “I do not want to be nasty or so, I love you like no one before, but they are not beautiful at all…” “In which way? Are they hairy or full of pimples?” I enquired. “No, not that, but they are terribly saggy”. I jumped up and pulled her to me and kissed her passionately. “I adore saggy breasts, for years I have been longing for a beautiful girl with saggy breasts”Kathy turned purple, but smiled “you just say this to console me.” “No way”, I replied, “if there are girls made with saggy breasts, then there must be a guy to love them. And although being a minority, I pride myself being a part of that secret community”. “You are talking high-brow again, as usual, but I am very happy that I have another way to please you”, Cathy replied and we resumed kissing. “Come with me to bed, but I want the light switched off so that you can feel the objects of your desire. You know that my former boyfriend wanted me to have surgery, he always said that it’s a shame to be so young and have so saggy boobs”. “I keep repeating”, I said pulling her gently to me, “that this guy does not know what’s good. And even if your breasts were hanging to your knees, I would still adore you, you are the sweetest girl in the world”.Kathy blushed once more. “You say kaçak iddaa this to console me? Like the one they always say to my overweight sister? You are beautiful but you’d better lose some weight?”. “No, I would chose another cold praise, I really mean it. But if you do not want to rush things, I can postpone the fulfilment of my desire…” She smiled a little, “at least a day or so!” “I love you!”, she said, kissed me again and said: “you can stay here for dinner and sleep with me, but I keep my t-shirt on? OK?”. I kissed her and agreed gladly to that offer.Dinner was simple, single-mom kitchen. But this did not matter much, my senses were elsewhere.After a short check on the sleeping baby, we retired to the bedroom. Cathy closed the curtains (anyway, the window gave out on a dark back yard) and showed me the way to the bathroom. After a short shower, taken in turns given the diminutive “nasszelle”, I undressed and went under the covers, naked and full of expectations. Cathy entered the room still wearing her t-shirt, slip and bra. Ceremoniously, she slowly removed the lacey slip, showing me het lovely, smooth pubic area. Then she slipped under the covers, switched off the light and performed some secret manipulations under her shirt, pulled out the bra. We cuddled and kissed in complete darkness. “I love you, you are sweet, nice, respectful and intelligent” whispered Cathy. You deserve a treat!” and to my greatest joy, pulled off the t-shirt. Cathy was naked, although I could see only a dim figure in the darkness of the bedroom. We embraced and caressed each other for some time. Eventually I freed myself from her embrace and groped for the breasts. Oh what a sensational feeling, these soft and saggy breasts, so long and having this inimitable soft skin. The nipples were right at the bottom of the tits and big as a small strawberry. I took one breast in my hand and caressed it, then I took the teat in my mouth and sucked it. Suddenly I felt a sweet taste filling my mouth. A few drops of milk started leaking. It was not at all displeasing so I started to suck harder. The dripping became a small stream, the taste became more intense. Apparently, I was not the only one experiencing pleasure, since Cathy started moaning and grinding her hips into mine. Without letting go of the teat, I moved my finger towards her clit until Cathy started shuddering with pleasure again. After this I felt entitled to some pleasure as well. I made Cathy lay on her back and spread her legs and started to enter her carefully. “No, please”, said Cathy, “I don’t use contraceptives at the moment”. Christ almighty, I thought by myself, had I be more alert on the way from the park, as we passed a public rubber dispenser!”There are other ways, my love, lay on your back!” said Cathy. I obeyed, turned round and Cathy took my painfully erect member in her hands. “Spread your legs” she told me and knelt between my legs. Taking my prick, she moistened its tip with some milk and inserted it between her wonderful saggy breasts. What a glorious feeling! Never before I was given such a marvellous tit-fuck, slickened by her milk, my prick was caressed by the wonderful soft skin and only a few movements were needed to obtain gratification. I ejaculated a considerable amount of sperm into her Mansfield-canyon. Her breasts being soft and long, no drop was wasted, all of it stuck to her skin. Cathy licked my sperm-milk cocktail off her breasts, which inevitably aroused her anew. I could not but lick her soft hairless snatch until she was satisfied. Tomorrow, on my way to the baker’s, I will have to make a small detour along the condom machine… I fell into deep sleep at Kathy’s side, only once awaking as she breast-fed Joanna. In the dark I watched Kathy, this time without secrecy and fully naked. “Turn round, you lurker” she whispered, but after having put the baby to sleep, she offered me her left breast to finish. Happy as a well-fed baby I slept till the sun rays tickled my nose. I looked around to discover a new environment. Cathy was still sleeping, naked, her long soft breasts hanging left and right of her thorax. Carefully, I freed myself from the covers and gathered my clothes. Anxious not to make too much noise, I went to the bathroom, took a shower, dressed and left the apartment to get fresh rolls at the baker’s shop nearby. On the way back, I invested some of the change into the rubber industry as I passed the condom distributor placed along the footpath. Never again, I swore, such a situation should catch me unprepared.Back at the apartment, Cathy was up and breast-feeding the baby. I showed her the paper bag with fresh rolls and doing this dropped the pack of rubbers on the bed. “You are a real treasure” she said, “just a minute and I will be all yours”. She let Joan have her burp, changed the nappies and put her back to the cot. In the bathroom I heard water running, her toothbrush and finally the toilet flush. Meanwhile, I had undressed and hidden under the cover. Kathy entered the room and undressed. She pulled away the covers and snuggled up to me, we kissed and she stroked my back. “Uuh, you have cold fingers”, I exclaimed. “And you have a nice warm back” she replied and started to tickle me. Like c***dren we romped in the bed until I arrived to spread her legs, put my head between them and started to suck at her nether lips. Immediately she stopped giggling and assumed a comfortable position on the pillow. kaçak bahis Kathy started moaning as my tongue contacted her clit, she spread her lips with the fingers and rolled her pelvis, thereby pushing her clit against my mouth. Moisture started leaking and her hip-rolling intensified. “Come now”, she said, I have been waiting so long”. I grabbed a condom from the bedside table and applied it on my rock-hard dick. Kathy meanwhile positioned herself in a comfortable position and spread her legs enticingly. Her superb breasts flopped down along her ribcage. Slowly, I inserted my dick. Her vagina was wet and felt silky-soft, like making love to a cloud; soft in the touch yet with her vaginal muscles sensually stimulating my penis. I felt not a rough resistance, rather like being caressed by an angel. At every thrust, her breasts wobbled and moved, once forming ripples, once stretching out. At times her nipples disappeared in the folds, sometimes poking out visibly. Laying between her shapely legs on her soft belly, we kissed tenderly while enjoying the feeling of intense lovemaking. Without losing each other, I turned her round and made her sit on me in cowgirl position. She set up and her vagina aspirated my dick in her silky folds. Kathy now took over the movements, impaling herself, rocking her hips and showing again the inimitable ecstatic expression of her face. I caught one of her pendulous breasts with my mouth and gently sucked in her nipple. With my tongue, I massaged nipple and tit until I felt a faint trickle of milk in my mouth. I enjoyed the sweet taste while the stimulation of her vagina being stroked, her clit being rubbed on my belly and the milk eruption made her explode with joy. Her movements became faster, her moaning louder. Like a rope under tension, the breast I held in my mouth breast swung, while the other flopped against her belly, dripping milk. I could not hold back any longer and shot my sperm with a primeval cry. We stayed together until my dick slipped out of her pussy, I pulled of the well-filled rubber and Kathy offered me a lovely final cleaning with her mouth. After that, we cuddled again and enjoyed each other’s skin, kissing and talking sweet nothings until we finally felt hungry.Kathy extracted herself from the bed, looked, found and put on her pants. She also found mine, chucked it in my direction saying “get up sleepy-head, time to attend to your duties”. “Why, I thought to have attended to my duties in a sufficient manner?” I replied jokingly. “No joke”, she replied, “if you want to be more than a one-night stand, you have to accept that my baby and me are only available as package deal!” She took little Joan out of the cot and put her in my arms. “I am not very experienced in this” I said. “Well, you cannot gain experience in things you never try, here, one arm below the body, one hand to support the head, you don’t need a PhD for that!”. Somewhat uneasy at first, I followed her into the kitchen. Naked but for the panty, she started busying herself with the breakfast. I put myself and the baby in a comfortable viewing position and admired the dance of her pendulous breasts. When Kathy bent down for the plates, her breasts hung down, when she got on her toes for the cups, they flopped back to her body, swaying erotically with every movement. Meanwhile, the baby started to ogle me with her big blue eyes and gave me a toothless smile. I gently rocked her and she made happy cooing noises. Kathy flipped the coffeemaker on and looked at me. “And, what about the deal?” “It’s deal”, I replied and only seconds later I was treated to a big embrace and a sloppy wet kiss. “I am so happy”, Kathy cried out and we stayed in a tight embrace until the coffeemaker made gurgling noises. “Breakfast is ready!” Kathy announced and took a chair opposing me. The baby was put in a swinging chair on the table. Oh what a joy to enjoy breakfast after a night of love! We giggled, Kathy dripped some milk out of her breast in my coffee, while I put some jam on the other nipple. “Lick off that mess”, Kathy ordered, what I enthusiastically did, and so intensely that minutes later she was aroused again. She pushed her hips to the edge of the chair and I pulled off her panty and started licking her clit. As soon as my lips found the tender target she squeezed my head between her thighs and ground her privates into my face. Her moaning increased, she gripped my head and stroked my back. So it happened that we went to the bedroom once again.Around noon we woke from the sunshine and Joan’s demand for attention. So we decided to get up for earnest and indulge in some family week-end activity. I suggested to pack our swimming gear and pay a visit to the local lake, which Kathy agreed to immediately. Only seconds later, I realized that I had no swimming gear with me, but Kathy knew a hidden pond in the woods for skinny-dipping which could be conveniently reached by bus and a short walk.We left the apartment with towels, pick nick and the pram, took a bus and after a thirty minutes’ walk a small pond lay before us, encircled by trees. The autumn sun was still bright and the water conserved the summer’s warmth. We frolicked in the water and tried to suck our privates under water. She fed the baby and we tried to get her acquainted with water.After our pick nick, the baby was put to sleep in the pram and we laid on the towels in the sun on the rickety jetty. Soon, we cuddled and kissed again. As the jetty proved not stable enough for serious love-making -, the late evening sun found us on the shore, me taking her standing in doggy-style and enjoying the view of her swinging milky tits mirroring in the water.

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