****** Involuntary Feed - a True Story by Sally ******
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Involuntary Feed - a True Story


This summer, on a warm sunny day I was walking back from the shops across a
park pushing my daughter Elly in her pram. She was two months old then. She had
started to cry uncontrollably and I knew I wouldn't get her home before her
next feed. I stopped the pram by a tree and sat down on a park bench in the
shade to feed her. It was a fairly isolated spot, so I felt quite happy
whipping out a breast. I was just relaxing into it when two men walked past.
They appeared to be builders from a nearby building site and it looked like
they were taking a late lunch.

They just smiled and carried on walking. Their smiles were more than just
pleasant -- I felt as if they were appraising me as well. This was an unusual
experience for me. I had not felt like a sex object for ages; first pregnancy
and then the baby. How on earth they could give me the once over with a baby at
my breast I will never know, that's men I suppose.

That would have been the end of my story, except that after walking past, they
came back again and sat down on the bench. I was a bit uncomfortable, but
feeling pleased that someone had looked at me as a woman again, and not just a
baby machine. I tried to cover my exposed breast a bit more, but I had started
feeding very casually and couldn't do much about it.

One of the two guys was older, say in his 40s, and the other was in his 20s.
The older guy struck up a conversation while eating his lunch. I responded
politely, feeling at a gross disadvantage with my breast hanging out.
Eventually I had to switch to my other side, the one closest to the men, but
Elly had already had enough and quickly gave up and fell asleep, leaving me
with a painfully engorged breast.

The older guy noticed, and laughed politely -- he had a young son and his wife
had had the same problem. He seemed quite knowledgeable about breast feeding
and all the time he was chatting he was flirting heavily with me. I was
surprised -- I had no idea a recent mother could be even remotely attractive to
a man; my husband and I had not had sex for 4 months -- he had simply lost
interest in me. I was enjoying the attention. The younger guy was going along
with this, but not saying much. The older guy laughingly suggested that I empty
the engorged breast, which was now quite painful, into his thermos cup. He held
it under my nipple and at that moment it suddenly squirted and began to fill
the cup. I was embarrassed, but relieved. After a bit of free flow, he gently
put his hand up and began to squeeze some more out. I was totally disoriented
and did not now how to react -- effectively I did nothing, except to mutter
"Oh!". He was an expert at 'milking'. That was it -- I felt like a cow being
emptied. The younger guy just looked on and grinned, embarrassed.

It was one of those moments in life I felt like I was in a dream. My bowels
turned to jelly and I just sat there passively, while his strong hand pumped
me. After a while, no more milk was coming and my breast felt greatly relieved,
I pulled down my blouse and thanked him, stupidly.

He laughed and gallantly offered his services again if I ever needed them.
Following which he said that I probably wouldn't be needing the milk he had
produced and swigged it back. I felt totally out of control and it was probably
just as well that they stood up and left me.

Needless to say, I have never mentioned this incident to anybody -- except
anonymously!

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