Eat, sleep, nurse, sleep, nurse, eat, nurse, sleep, nurse. Three weeks later, and I was bored to tears with sleep, eat, sleep, sleep, sleep, and it hurt not to nurse. My life wasn't likely to go back to the same style of the last nine months any time soon. I had been taking short walks for some days now, and was well on my way towards ending the convalescence from childbirth. My men had even torn themselves from my bedside and given the baby and I some breathing room. Not that I minded the pampering, but those men just hovered around and made me feel like I was helpless.
I knew they intended well but enough is enough, and I'd had enough boredom. Mary slept nearly all the time, unless she was nursing, and as my strength returned, my idleness was unbearable. There were times I would have liked nothing better than to hand the baby over to the men, and leave. I even tried to do that after the first month had passed, but natures conspiracy was complete, and my engorged breasts drove me back to my baby for relief from the pressure barely two hours later.
If my tits hadn't hurt so much, I'd have died laughing at the five big strong men, totally beside themselves as they tried to soothe Mary's distress, but weren't equipped to handle the job. Mary attached herself to first one, then the other of my painfully full breasts, fulfilling her need for food, and mine to give it. My men watched us together, only too happy to give back the screaming baby they couldn't physically, or emotionally sustain for any extended length of time.
While Mary nursed, I reflected how nature had given us our roles in life, and would not let us out of them. It didn't matter that it wasn't fair or that I wanted some time to myself, nature made sure I took care of my part, and that the men took care of theirs. Mary went to sleep soon after she had nursed, and I was free to do as I pleased for the next two hours, that is.
Babies, and childbirth not withstanding, life goes on. My men were showing obvious signs of irritation with the idea that their favorite entertainment was off limits, me. By contrast, I was becoming increasingly irritated that my men acted as if they needed my permission to approach me sexually. "Idiots!" was the word I used to describe them to myself.
I turned from where I'd been standing, nursing Mary, and walked out of the cave, intent on finding some fresh air for myself and the baby. Walking through the forest alone, away from the men's constant pampering for the first time in more than a month, I was finally able to think clearly. I'd found a place where the rocks made a sort of natural chair, where I sat thinking about what the future would bring.
"One thing that has to change," I was thinking aloud, talking to myself. "Is my men have to lay off this invalid bit. I had a baby, and they were great at the time, their presence was more help than they know. Delivery was physically exhausting, and I needed the rest during the days afterwards, but I was beginning to feel like a prisoner, and had been for more than a few days now. "If they would just go back to treating me like a person, not a fragile incapable, terminal case of some sort."
The pressure was building again in my heavy, engorged tits. "I'll have to feed Mary again soon." I thought to myself, then checked her quietly sleeping form. I leaned back in the natural chair I'd found and started day dreaming of when things had been much less boring than idly waiting for the next time the baby needed to feed, or be bathed; and the men hadn't started treating me like I had some sort of rare, incurable disease.
"That's rich. Childbirth is a disease!" I'd put my feet on top of another stone, discovering it was a serviceable foot stool. The dryer season, when the rain stopped on a regular basis, made it pleasant to just relax, and daydream under the open sky. I must have drifted off for a few minutes, because I sat up startled when Mary started her fussing. I took her up and gave her my tits, one after the other. She sucked her fill, and drowsed off to sleep again while I cleaned her diaper.
Mary seemed content to sleep that day laying in her wrap, wedged into the rocks close at hand, so I returned to my repose in the rock chair, and began to daydream again. My mind drifted through my memories as I recounted the more pleasant of my life's memories, winding up with the climactic sex which had been the cause of Mary's existence. The memories stirred my body's fires, which in the end brought me full circle, back to my frustration with the men's seeming disinterest in me sexually.
"God, I need a good screwing." My voice sounded husky and low, even to me. "Shit." I'd started thinking out loud, "I guess I'll have to be the on to initiate again." Meaning I'd probably have to tell the men point blank that I wanted them to jump my bones. While I was thinking, my hands had busied themselves by delving into my now shrunken, tight pussy, and taken one of my tender tits in it's grasp. The sensations I brought myself were wonderful after so long, so I relaxed into the natural chair, and began to work myself into an orgasm.
My body responded hungrily to the self-stimulation, and I'd masturbated to orgasm several times before Mary again demanded some tit, bringing me back to earth for a while. When she'd started fussing, I was actually working myself up for another climax, so I was surprised at the sexual sensations which coursed through me from her feeding at my breasts. I didn't think twice about helping the feelings along, and my hands took turns at my pussy and clit. This time the climax rattled my bones, and I vaguely heard my vocal announcement through the waves of pleasure when I climaxed.
Jason was standing over me when I opened my eyes some time later. The first words out of his mouth when he saw I was aware of him were, "Obviously, you're ready for more than gentle nursing."
His sudden appearance surprised me, but his active gaze on my body felt good. "Yes," I replied, "I am, and have been for a number of days now." It was hard to control the squirms of pleasure as his eyes did things I'd been praying for. Jason sat on the rock, and smiled down at me while he took one of my full, producing, mummeries in one of his large strong hands.
"Hmm, I don't recall them being so full." was his comment as he gently, but firmly, mauled the thing in his vice-like grip.
"Oww," I squealed, "and I don't remember it hurting like that when you'd do that either!" I'd tried to wrestle my tit from his grip, but he had me pinned into the natural chair. "Please.." I was begging, whimpering, "don't make it hurt so much, Please."
Jason jerked his hand away, then backed away from me, stammering, "I... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt. I just though you might like. You used to like it."
"Jason!" it was true, he'd hurt my breast, but it wasn't true that I didn't like to be touched. "Jason! Come here and sit where you were!"
Jason looked confused, but did as I'd ordered. "Now, listen closely." I'd lowered my voice, and relaxed. I could feel him blush as I started to talk. "Jason, I didn't tell you not to touch me." I took his hand in mine as I spoke. "What I said, or tried to say was to be gentle with me. My breasts are full of milk for the baby, and they're tender!" I pulled his hand to my breast, placing it there. "but it still feels good, very good, to have you touch them, just don't squeeze so hard, that's all."
Jason understood, all too well, by now what I was saying, and modified his manipulation of my tits. This time instead of pulling away from the pain, I offered my body to him for more of his touch, and the wonderfully pleasurable sensations it produced.
"OH, YES.. Like that." I breathed, then closed my eyes, and drifted into the sensations.
His hands were soon migrating all over my body, rousing those desired, exciting, soothing, but most of all, pleasing my starved desire for erotic fulfillment. He helped himself to the private places of mine, and when he did, I offered him more. He took what I offered and then took what I hadn't. By the time he was through, he owned me again. I'd have given him my leashes, and begged him to take them, by the time he'd ridden me to a standstill, if I'd been still wearing them.
Jason was gone when Mary awoke me with her fussing. She was hungry, and dirty, so I cleaned and fed her, while I felt the wonderful feelings of satisfied lust. Mary was back asleep when I walked back into the cave with her on my shoulder.