Lactation Inspires Big-Cocked Political Bedfellows – Part One: Big Jim

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,I think it’s fair to say that most people don’t grow up thinking about running for political office, and it’s usually personal circumstances that evolve to encourage them to do so. That is certainly the case with my husband Ed, and you might be interested in learning the path we took to his becoming elected to be the State Representative for our district in 2012.My name is Abigail, but everyone calls me Abi, and Ed and I grew up in a rural, farming county in the Deep South in the late 1990s. Our families owned successful farms, and our high school years were a delicate balance of working on the farms and completing our high school studies. But even with all those responsibilities, we were still active in school activities. Ed played baseball and football, and I was a cheerleader and on the student council. We started dating in our sophomore year and have been together ever since.I don’t mean to brag, but it is essential to the story for you to know that I was blessed with having a great body and beautiful hair, skin and face. I was even voted the autumn harvest queen during my senior year. I’m five feet and five inches tall and weigh a voluptuous one hundred and twenty-five pounds, and I developed nice full and firm D-cup breasts at the beginning of my junior year. They are DDs now that I am nursing our son. My hair is naturally dishwater-blonde, and I have jade-green eyes. People are always complimenting me on my appearance, and some say that I look a lot like the actress Jessica Biel, except for my substantially larger breasts.We graduated high school in 1999 and attended the same university. Ed got his degree in agricultural sciences and I became a secondary education teacher. We got engaged after our college graduation in 2003, and while I found a good teaching job back in our home county, Ed felt the call of duty to join the military. He enlisted in the Army for a four-year commitment since he did not want to be obligated for more time as a commissioned officer, and he did five tours in the Middle East. He was wounded several times, although not critically. He returned home a decorated hero and is well-respected in our little part of the world.I continued living with my mother and father during the time Ed was in the service, and was able to save a lot of money. When Ed returned home from active duty in 2007 we got married and bought a two-hundred-acre farm. We put our savings together and made a decent down payment on the acreage, but that still left us with a sizable mortgage.We were able to make a modest living for the first few years with my teaching income and our fairly good success on the farm, but in 2011 we had a bad year with our crops, and I had taken an extended unpaid leave from teaching. That’s because we had a baby, and I stayed home with our son who was six months old, and the school had already replaced me.It was a blessing that Ed was able to impregnate me naturally in the first place. We did it with the focused help of his urologist and some medication to get his cock hard. He was injured by some farm equipment and it broke his pelvis and caused damage to the muscles and nerves involved in getting an erection. We couldn’t have meaningful sex, and it really dampened Ed’s self-esteem by not being able to satisfy me. He usually sucked my pussy to give me pleasure, and I sucked his limp dick to give him some sexual stimulation. It was ironic that after being wounded in the service, it was the farm accident that had the most devastating effect on him.Things were looking bleak for us financially, almanbahis until a visit from an old friend of my family’s. Big Jim is the largest and wealthiest farmer in the county, with almost twelve thousand acres under cultivation and being grazed. He is also the chairman of the board of county commissioners and the leader of the majority political party in our state legislative district. He’s a good friend of my father, Franklin and both are fifty-two years old. Jim’s daughter, Kimberly, was in my grade and we are also good friendsBig Jim had been trying unsuccessfully to interest Ed in running for the state legislature in our district ever since he returned home, and we bought the farm. He knew that a born-and-raised local boy who had become a war hero would have a good chance of winning any election in the district. Ed was polite, but always turned him down.Ed and I had just turned thirty years old when Big Jim visited us at the time of this story. He was trying to sell Ed on running for our district legislative seat again. An old incumbent was retiring, and Big Jim wanted to be able to maintain some control over legislation that affected farming in our area, by helping to elect Ed.Big Jim is a big man, at six feet and three inches tall and weighing about two hundred and fifty pounds, and he is heavily built, although not fat. His full head of hair is mostly gray, and he is ruggedly handsome. His huge farm is only a mile from our farm, and he stopped by on a Friday evening to talk with us about Ed running for the seat.Ed was agreeable to running that time, and we found out that the legislature is typically in session only three months at the beginning of the year, which is the slow time in running a farm. With the salary and in-session per diems Ed would only make about thirty thousand dollars per year. That would not cover our total shortfall, but it would at least help us to meet our obligations, while still allowing Ed to work on the farm.Big Jim seemed curious at Ed’s change of heart in agreeing to run for office, but we didn’t initially tell him about our financial troubles being the impetus of that decision. Jim seemed to be a little suspicious of the change of heart, but he was pleased with the decision. He agreed to hold a fundraising event at his sprawling farm house, which is more like an Old South plantation, for the next weekend.My mother was able to babysit our son, and we arrived early at Jim’s place, so we could meet the potential donors as they arrived. He had invited thirty of the most-prominent men and women in our county and their spouses, and that included bankers, lawyers, accountants, and business owners, as well as other wealthy farmers who have a big stake in the election. My parents were invited, but they couldn’t attend. About an hour into the event, Ed was surrounded with the attendees who wanted to know everything they could about his background and political leanings.It was then that Big Jim came up to me and said, “Why don’t you come out with me on the veranda, darlin’, so we can get a little air.”I was happy to take a break from all of the political talk, and Jim’s old-style veranda is just beautiful with the tall columns and rustic furniture. We talked about the old days for a few minutes and then Jim said, “You know, Abi, I think you’re more beautiful now than when you were the harvest queen thirteen long years ago. I’ll never know how you’ve been able to keep that gorgeous figure after having a baby. The reason I wanted to speak with you alone is that I’m worried almanbahis yeni giriş about you guys. I got the feeling the other night at your home that your family is under a lot of stress. I’m guessing that is why Ed is agreeable to run for this seat. Tell me about it, honey, maybe I can help.”Ed and I had agreed not to discuss our troubles with anyone else, but I couldn’t help it. Tears came streaming down my cheeks and I told Jim everything about our financial situation. Then I said, “Jim, it’s even gotten to the point that I’ve been considering weaning our son off breast milk, so I can start looking for another teaching job. We just have to find a way to make more money, or we could lose everything. And we have also been considering having another child, which will make it even harder for us.”Jim listened sympathetically, and he seemed even more attentive when I mentioned that I was breast feeding. He put his huge arm around me as he thought for a minute and then said, “You know, Abi, I might have a way for you to make more money for your family that will allow you to stay home with your baby. What I’m about to suggest might seem a little odd at first, but please just hear me out before you react.”He paused for a moment as if to bolster his courage and then continued, “Very few people know what I’m about to tell you, and I trust that this will remain our little secret. For several years now, I’ve been buying frozen mother’s milk from a milk bank in Raleigh and having it shipped to me. I drink about eight ounces of it a day and it helps me with an immune disorder that I have. I’m paying four dollars an ounce for it, but even at that it is not always available to adults. It’s costing me about a thousand dollars a month. So, what I’m proposing is…”It wasn’t hard to see where he was headed, and I interrupted him mid-sentence saying, “Whoa, Jim, just a minute. Are you suggesting that I provide you with my mother’s milk? I don’t know the first thing about processing and preparing my milk for someone else to use, and I’m not sure how I feel about it anyway.”Jim then continued, “Well, Abi, this is the touchy part. I’d want to take your milk directly from the source, so there would be no problem with preparation. I would just come to your home at a convenient time each day and suckle you for the milk. I’d be willing to pay you six dollars per ounce for the privilege of getting it fresh from you like that, and your body will compensate so you’d still have plenty for your son.””I realize that is a very intimate thing to do, but I’ve known you since you were a little girl, and I think we could both handle it as adults. I’ll go to great lengths to help Ed win this election, if you can find it in your heart to help an old man out with this. And for heaven’s sake I sure wouldn’t want Franklin to know about it.”I stood there stunned as he continued to hold me, and I was searching for something to say. I didn’t want to say anything harsh to hurt his feelings, so I tried to put off answering him by saying, “Wow, Jim, that is some proposal. I honestly don’t know how I feel about it right now, and I’ve obviously never had an adult nurse me like that. I’ll talk to Ed about it tonight, since this will have to be a family decision.”We rejoined the others in the main room, and Jim kept his distance from me for the rest of the evening. When we got home, I told Ed about my conversation with Jim. I told him that I wasn’t sure how to react to his request, and asked Ed what he thought about it.Ed looked perplexed almanbahis giriş at first and then said, “You sure don’t hear a request like that every day. Jim is an older man and probably harmless, although that is still a very intimate thing to do. The fact that he’s an old family friend makes me less upset about it, and I think it has to be your decision. He’s willing to pay more for the convenience and being able to get the milk fresh. You have to know, though, that part of it has to be his attraction to your beautiful, big breasts. Most men can’t keep their eyes off you as it is. I’ll support you either way, honey, and we sure could use that extra money.”I was surprised that Ed was so nonchalant about me breast feeding Jim, and he seemed to be focused mostly on the monetary aspects of the proposal. Ed never was the jealous type, and he seemed to enjoy it when other men stared at me. I had to wonder if he was mildly encouraging me to let Jim suckle me due in part to his erection problem, and whatever satisfaction he would gain by knowing what I was doing with Jim. Although it seemed in some ways disgusting, I have to admit that the idea of it made me curious, and I sort of wanted to at least try it.So, I said, “Okay, honey, I’ll call Jim and let him know he can come over tomorrow when the baby’s sleeping. I think it might be best if you’re outside while he’s here, at least for the first time.”Jim was happy to receive my call and we made plans for him to come over during the baby’s nap time starting at 1:00 pm. Ed agreed to stay in the barn while Jim was there. He showed up right on time, and I was pleased to see that he was as nervous as I was. We made small talk for a few minutes.Then I said, “This is really embarrassing for me, Jim, but I guess we should get started. I’m willing to at least try it one time, and we can see how it goes from there. I’ll sit on the couch and you can lean across my lap. When it feels like you’re half done, you can shift to the other side.”I was wearing a loose t-shirt with no bra to make it easier, and when Jim laid across my lap from my right side, I lifted my t-shirt exposing my left breast. He just looked at my tit for a few moments and then said, “Oh my, Abi, you’re better built than I imagined. Your breasts are so full and round and are absolutely gorgeous.”Then he leaned in and took my nipple and areola into his mouth and began sucking. His comments about my breasts seemed to sexualize the situation, and I instinctively cradled his head with my left arm. I was used to the nurturing, motherly feeling that I got nursing my son, and that was so different. He was sucking strongly on my tit and soon learned how to get the milk flowing. That’s when I realized that his suckling was turning me on sexually. He also pulled my t-shirt up over my right breast, and he was fondling it with his left hand. After about ten minutes I pushed him away, so we could change sides.He was then lying across me from my left side and sucking my right breast, and I rested my left arm and hand across his right hip which was rotated towards me. He was beginning to moan and squirm with obvious sexual pleasure as he continued sucking milk from my right breast, while kneading and rubbing my left tit. At one point he rolled his hip slightly outward, and my hand fell across his crotch. There was a huge, unmistakable lump in his pants that could only be his hard cock and I momentarily and unconsciously squeezed it before I realized what I was doing. I then quickly pulled my hand away as Jim hungrily sucked my tit and swallowed my milk.After a couple of more minutes I gently pushed his mouth of off my breast and said, “I think you’ve had way more than eight ounces from me, and I have to save the rest to feed the baby in an hour or so.”

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