The pleasure of the countryside

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After lunch today, with nothing to do, I took my little nephew downstairs for a walk.

He's only four months old. I put him in his stroller and pushed it, and before we knew it, we were in a country park by the mountains.

I saw a grassy area with tables and wooden chairs, so I took my nephew out of the stroller. I held him in my arms, sat on the chair, and enjoyed the natural atmosphere while playing with him.

Children are most adorable before they understand anything, but once they do, they cause their parents a lot of trouble. That's why I decided long ago not to have children, especially after hearing my sister-in-law describe the excruciating pain of childbirth. I'm even more determined not to suffer that pain myself.

After thinking for a while, my nephew suddenly started crying. My sister-in-law had told me before that when a baby cries, it's either because they need to pee or they're hungry. I turned him over and saw that his diaper indicator hadn't changed color, so I knew he must be hungry (then I remembered: he had been sleeping while I was eating lunch, so I hadn't fed him, and since he hadn't cried when he woke up, I hadn't thought about it).

Although I had brought everything I needed (like wet towels and change diapers) when I left, I had conspicuously forgotten to bring milk and a bottle.

It was a real eyesore, but it seemed I had to go home immediately, otherwise my brother and sister-in-law's little one would starve, and they certainly wouldn't let me off the hook.

But then I thought about it again and realized there was a problem. It took me almost half an hour to get here, even though I walked. Even if I walked quickly back now, it wouldn't be fast; it would take at least twenty minutes. I wondered if my little nephew could endure that.

Remembering the scene of my sister-in-law breastfeeding him, I steeled myself, pulled up the hem of my shirt, revealing my bra, and then unbuttoned it. The two breast cups fell to the side, exposing my full breasts to the air, sending a chill down my spine.

Although I knew no one was around, exposing my breasts in public still filled me with immense shame. But to feed my little nephew, I couldn't care less.

Even though I was used to holding him, this was the first time I'd ever breastfed him. With some difficulty, I finally found a suitable position, holding him vertically in front of my lower abdomen, so that one of my breasts was directly in front of his mouth.

He was probably already used to it, because as soon as the position was adjusted, he automatically opened his mouth and took my nipple into his mouth.

He suckled incessantly, and this action actually gave me waves of pleasure!

I couldn't help but feel a surge of lust, and illicit fantasies began to form in my mind…

He sucked harder and harder, and I was thinking: This little devil is really good at teasing me…

Suddenly, he bit my nipple, and kept biting. My nerves tingled as if pricked by a needle, and at the same time, I realized something. I suddenly remembered that people say only women who have just given birth have milk. Not only have I never given birth, but I'm also young (I'm only nineteen), so my nephew must not have had any milk. No wonder he sucked harder and harder, and probably even got a little annoyed, so he bit me fiercely.

But I didn't let go of him; instead, I pressed him tightly against me. The tighter he pressed against me, the harder he bit me, but his strength was limited. His little teeth were only a tiny bit, so they didn't hurt me at all. Instead, they stimulated my nipples, giving me waves of excitement. When his little teeth bit down, it felt a bit like squeezing my nipple with my fingers when I masturbate.

My lust was aroused, and I fantasized about what this boy would look like when he grew up: as handsome as my brother, of course… He would suck and bite my breasts… then caress my genitals, making my lower body both tingling and itchy.

Suddenly, I felt something really moving against my lower body. I realized something was wrong, thinking it was some kind of snake, insect, or rodent crawling on me. I quickly looked down and saw that my good nephew was clinging to me tightly, kicking wildly. Not only had he kicked my denim skirt up, but his little feet were also kicking back and forth against my vulva, which really felt like a man's hands rubbing my genitals.

Even though it was through my underwear, my genitals were already wet. I was burning with lust, and finally hardened my heart, pulling the front of my underwear waistband out to form a pocket. When his foot accidentally slipped in, I let go and let the rubber waistband cover his foot.

After his feet were put in the panties, he kicked even more wildly, but no matter how much he kicked, he couldn't escape from his underwear. Instead, this increased the frequency of friction between my genitals and his. Without the underwear as a barrier, the stimulation from his little feet was even more intense.

After a while, my body involuntarily trembled a few times…

I never imagined that instead of breastfeeding him, he would be the one feeding his young and beautiful aunt.

This good nephew, I love him even more now.

I put him on my lap and pulled down his underwear, teasing his still-developing little penis.

(I'm going to have you, my virgin, in the future. I just wonder if your thing is as impressive as your father's?)

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