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Anna's Milk

By: yesterdays



This story is in part about breastfeeding, although there's more to it than that. It has a slow warm up...

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Anna was a drop-dead gorgeous redhead in my high school with long legs, curves in all the right places, a beautiful face with lots of freckles, and almost tomato-juice colored hair. She was beyond pretty, and closer to take-your-breath-away-and-stare lovely, while at the same time still being the wholesome girl-next-door type. None of that might have mattered much to me if she was a bitch, but Anna was also seemingly one of the nicest, least pretentious, and kindest people you'd ever meet. 

But she was also going out with my best friend Nick, and so she was off limits—not that I would have had much of a chance with her anyway. This is the story of how Nick trusted me, Anna trusted me, my parents trusted me, and I sort of even trusted myself. But I ended up letting everyone down. Or did I? You decide.

This was more than a dozen years ago, and Anna and Nick were a year ahead of me in high school, and getting very serious. In part because I was Nick's best friend, Anna always trusted me, and even flirted with me in an innocent way. I think also she really wasn't aware of how attractive she was to me. In fact, I wasn't sure she really knew in general just how beautiful she was, or of the destabilizing effect she had on most men—and I bet on some women too. 

Anyway, back to the story, because there's a bit of explaining to do... 

I was mostly happy for Nick and Anna as they got hot and heavy their senior year. But, I admit, I was also sometimes jealous because Anna had mostly taken away my best friend. And I was a bit jealous too of how Nick was fucking, as he told me in some detail, this flame-haired goddess almost all of the time. 

I should admit that at this point I was a shy virgin who had never gotten beyond kissing, and hadn't even done much of that.

Then, shortly after they graduated from our high school, Anna got pregnant. It was an accident and a shock, but they decided to keep the baby and get married. But for some people they didn't do it quickly enough, because by the time of the wedding Anna was showing a medium amount. It was a little bit of a scandal in our upper-middle class enclave, and I heard some of my Mom's friends, and even my Mom, talking about it.

Nick then joined the National Guard to help support his new family, and to pay for his tuition at the local community college. Nick was pretty smart, but only a B/B+ student, and the same was true of Anna, and so neither of them had even bothered to apply to the good state colleges.

As all this was happening, suddenly both of them became literally closer to me, because they moved into my parents' carriage house in the back of our big house behind the pool. Our yard was pretty big, and in the back was a small gardner's or caretaker's house. It had just one floor with two bedrooms, a small kitchen, one bathroom, and a small living room-dining room. The whole thing was about 900 square feet, and so about the smallest regular house you could imagine. My parents sometimes rented it out, and sometimes just had it for guests, and it happened to be available after Nick's slightly scandalous marriage to the obviously pregnant Anna. Since Anna's Mom and my Mom were friends, it was worked out for them to live there, although they were still charged rent, even if it was a couple of hundred dollars a month less than market.

Soon Anna and Nick's baby, little Ben, was born, and they were seemingly a happy if exhausted couple in the back of our house. Nick was going to college full-time, and Anna taking time off for several months as the baby grew. Once baby Ben was a few months old, reddish-blond and cute as could be, with smiles for almost everyone, I began to get trained to do some babysitting for them, including learning to change little Ben's diaper. 

And, when I was over there, I really saw Anna breastfeeding for the first time. She was as beautiful as ever, maybe even more so since the birth, but the exhaustion of motherhood had given her dark circles under her beautiful green eyes. And her breasts, always shapely and good sized, and I'm afraid the focus of my attention for the last couple of years of high school, were now even bigger. And Anna now wore loose blouses and, of course, nursing bras. 

One day when I was over there visiting with Nick and Anna in their living room, we were talking about where I was going to go to college when I graduated from HS in a few months (full scholarship at the state's flagship U), and we were also giving advice to Nick on what classes he might take during the summer, and discussing whether Anna should resume her job at the public library, where I also worked. Then baby Ben woke up from his nap in the back room and started crying. 

Nick and Anna both smiled. Nick went back to get the baby while Anna kept talking to me, while simultaneously unbuttoning her blouse. She had a bra on underneath, but I could see quite a bit of cleavage, and I knew what was about to happen. Nick came back in with the crying baby, and I started to get up to go, but Nick and Anna said at the same time that I should stay, that it was beautiful watching a baby get precious nourishment, and that I needed to learn what to do. They'd gone to some La Leche classes together, and were big supporters of breastfeeding, including in public. 

They'd already told me about this, and I had agreed, but I was still shy and uncertain. Anyway, I sat down. In the past, when we'd been in a park, or at my parents' house, and the baby had needed to eat, Anna had somewhat awkwardly draped a cloth over her chest and the baby, but apparently since it was just me, one of her best friends and her husband's best friend, as well as their new main babysitter, she didn't bother. And so to my wonder, before I could look away, as Nick handed her the baby, Anna unhooked her bra over her left breast, and it opened up and revealed most of her engorged and freckled breast with its large areola and medium-sized pink nipple. The crying baby, also seeing this, quickly stopped crying. With her right hand under her breast and nipple, she gently angled her nipple toward the baby, who latched on and started suckling down the milk. 

It really was a beautiful sight, and I was happy for the baby, but I'm afraid I was also thinking: wow, I just saw Anna's breast. This was something I didn't think I'd see in my whole life. I'm ashamed to say that my dick twitched in my jeans. Anna and Nick kept chattering on, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, which I suppose it was, and then the baby needed to be burped and to change sides. They wanted me to learn how to do this, and so as the baby de-latched, Anna had one breast visible again, but now there was a little drop of milk on her nipple. As I glanced at this, Nick first gave me a cloth for my shoulder, while Anna hooked her bra back up. And then they taught me how to gently pat the baby while he was draped over me. Baby Ben did indeed burp, which, if you know babies, was more like a little vomit, but when this happened successfully it made Anna and Nick very happy. Clearly I had to been able to pass yet another test on my way to being able to babysit their little treasure. 

Nick said, "Since you've got him, would you give Ben to Anna so he can nurse the other side."

"Yes," I said, hoping they wouldn't notice that I was blushing. 

As I brought Ben slowly over to her on the couch, gently supporting his head and neck as they'd taught me, Anna unfastened the other side, revealing her equally beautiful and engorged right breast, which I couldn't help looking at quite closely as I brought little Ben in for the touchdown. Using her left hand this time, she angled her nipple for him. Anna smiled a beautiful smile at me as the baby latched, and I saw Ben sucking away at the nipple of her other tit. Again, I'm ashamed, but I was somewhat turned on.

And I continued to be as I saw Anna's breasts almost daily from this point on. Each night, alone in my bedroom, I would put lotion on my hard and straining cock, and as I thought about Anna's luscious breasts literally dripping with milk, and then of what was between her legs, after just a few minutes of stroking my sperm would come squirting out into the waiting tissues.

I don't think they knew how it was affecting me. Thank goodness. Probably they thought: perhaps this is a little turn on for him, but boy do we need a cheap, reliable, available babysitter, and no one is more trustworthy than David. 

And then, suddenly, Nick's National Guard unit was called into active duty and shipped over to Afghanistan, leaving Anna alone with the baby. Of course, she had a support network, which when it came down to it consisted mainly of her Mom, me, my Mom, plus one of her girlfriends. 

It was arranged before Nick left that I would babysit five days a week for four hours a day, allowing Anna to get out of the house, run a few errands, and resume working several hours a week at the public library, where I also worked. I was supposed to get $6 an hour, which if you know how much work it is to really look after, care for, feed, clean, and entertain a baby, is really not much money. It was more of a favor and obligation to them, my best friends. But I have to admit it was fun. Baby Ben really started bonding with me, and life was really enriched by the little guy's smiles and noises and everything else, even though there were lots of poppy diapers and lots of burps to clean up. I would feed Ben with breast milk from a bottle that Anna had expressed with an electric pump from her milk-filled breasts. 

It was heartbreaking when Nick had to say goodbye. When he and I were alone the day before he left, drinking beer together, he told me to take care of Anna and the baby for him as best as I could. And I promised I would. And then he told me to watch out for any of her former boyfriends, or any guys that might try to get to her while he was gone. He told me something that I agreed with, that Anna was not quite aware of how beautiful she was or her effect on men. This was especially true after the pregnancy, he told me, because she'd gained twenty pounds, and there had been other changes to her body. As he said this, a look of almost disgust crossed his face for a second. She felt, he told me, like she was ugly compared to what she had used to be. Anyway, would I watch out for her, care for her and for baby Ben, keep her company, and keep her from getting lonely? That was a lot to ask. But my friend was facing possible death, and so I promised I would do my best.

The first days after Nick left were difficult. Anna cried a lot, and I hung out with her and Ben many hours beyond the four hours of babysitting that I did. It was summer, and my schedule was pretty free. And with my best friend gone, and no girlfriend for me in sight, I was free to be with Anna and help with the baby.

And Anna, even in her exhausted and somewhat depressed state, still wove her magic. You know when a woman is so pretty, and yet also nice, and she actually likes you and is being genuinely friendly to you, and even trying to charm you sometimes, how it feels like you're in a magic spell of beauty and laughter? That's how I felt around Anna most of the time. You may have figured it out by now that I wasn't just really attracted to Anna, but I realized began to admit to myself that I loved her too. 

But I could tell she was having a tough time keeping it together, and she was crying a fair amount. For obvious reasons, she was depressed sometimes, and I knew I needed to get her out of the house and try to help her feel better about herself.

"Hey Alice," I said one day, when Nick had been gone for about three weeks, "Why don't we go to the public pool!"

"Why?" She answered in a rather flat way. "We can just go swimming in your pool."

"Well, we might meet some people we know. And, in any case, we can show off this handsome guy," and as I said this I grinned at baby Ben, who was in my arms, and he grinned a gummy smile back at me as if he knew what I was talking about.

"I'm not sure I can," Anna said, with a pained look on her face.

"What do you mean? Why?"

"Well, my Mom got me a new bikini to fit my 'new shape,'" She said this ironically, clearly quoting her mother, "but I just...I'm not sure I feel comfortable being in public looking the way I do, down there," she said, and looked down at her belly. 

"Nonsense!" I said, "It'll be fine!"

"You say that now, but you haven't yet seen what I look like," she said, still seeming dejected.

It was true that I'd seen the tips of her breasts a lot for the last several weeks, but I hadn't seen much more of her than that. And I remembered, before her pregnancy, of how much of a stunner she was in her bikini. 

"Well," I said smiling, "get into your swimsuit, and I'll tell you what I think."

"Really?" Alice said, "you promise to tell me what you really think?"

"I promise."

"OK!" She said, suddenly seeming excited, and she left me and Ben to go into the bedroom to change. 

A few minutes later she came strolling out in her new bikini, and said, "Well?"

Her breasts were magnificent in her new pink bikini top. She had told me that she had been a C cup before, and since Ben was born was now a D cup, and I saw what she meant. Her breasts had gone from medium to larger, and her bikini top showed an impressive amount of cleavage. As much as I'd seen the tips of her breasts in the nursing bra, seeing them this way was different. I couldn't help but look at her with an almost awe-struck and typical teenage male expression that often happens when you see a woman like that. I composed myself quickly, but one word was all I could manage:

"Wow!"

Anna smiled a smile like a perfect spring day, and then she laughed. The sound of her laughter was like joyful music. She looked really happy as she said, "I can tell you're not lying—about these," she said gently touching the tops of her boobs, "but what I'm more worried about is down here," and she moved her hands down and directed my eyes to her belly, and added, "See?"

It's true that her stomach wasn't like it was before. Where before it had been perfectly flat, now it swelled out some, and there were several white stretch marks on her skin. But it wasn't a big deal to me. And as I looked slightly down at her pink bikini bottom, I wondered, as some men do, what her pussy looked like underneath. And then I continued looking down to her still muscular and slender legs, down to her pretty feet with their painted-pink toenails.

Having made that trek, I looked back up at her beautiful green eyes in her lovely face, and said something I'd wanted to say for years:

"Anna. You're beautiful," I said, simply and honestly. "In fact, you're still the most beautiful woman in our whole high school."

She couldn't doubt my sincerity, and smiled and looked happy. But as soon as it came out I realized I'd said too much.

"Thanks, David," she said quietly, looking pleased.

But then a little look of worry crossed her face. Seemingly she was beginning to figure out for the first time how I really felt about her.

"But," she added, "there's no way I was ever the prettiest girl in the whole school, unless you especially like redheads. What about Lisa Gardner?" 

Lisa was a gorgeous blond goddess.

"Lisa," I admitted, "is *very* pretty. But almost too pretty and 'perfect.' And she seems kind of bratty."

"Yeah, that's Lisa. Little Miss Perfect. And she is kind of a bitch!" Anna laughed. "David, I didn't know you were so perceptive!"

"But what about Moira?" Anna then said, referring to a stunning brunette in our school.

"Oh, you're right," I said," "Moira is very beautiful, and she's actually fairly nice too. I would worship the ground she walks on—if she'd let me. She's actually kind of a friend. And she's smart too. Maybe I'll even try to ask her out someday, just for coffee, since we're going to be going to the same University."

I felt I had defused the tension of saying Anna was the most beautiful in our school, but then I couldn't help myself, and added:

"Anna, to me you're still the most beautiful. And the nicest. Nick is the luckiest man in the world."

"Oh, David," Anna said, looking both complimented and a little more worried. She paused, then added, with an attempt at a defusing laugh, "How long have you felt this way?"

"Oh for years," I laughed, blushing and trying again to defuse the situation, "Like about two hundred other boys in our high school."

Anna laughed again, seemingly acknowledging her popularity with the boys at our old high school. Since she'd graduated more than a year ago, however, that must have begun to seem like the distant past to her.

"But if you felt that way, why didn't you ever ask me out? Some of those other guys did." She seemed genuinely puzzled and curious.

"You are *way* out of my league!" I said and laughed again, because it was true. I was handsome enough, but not in her league at all, and also very shy. "And, anyway, you know I couldn't be happier for you and Nick. And I'm a very loyal friend."

Anna smiled, looking relieved, and said, "Yes, you are a loyal friend. Thank you so much for all you've been doing for Nick, for me, and especially for little Ben. You're right, we should get out of this damn house. Let's just go right now. We can put on sunblock there. Would you get a bottle of milk for the baby?"

I said yes, and we gathered up our towels, sunblock, and everything else we needed, and headed out for the pool, which was only a short drive away. Baby Ben was locked into his car seat and mostly quiet as I drove their old car that my parents had given me, a ten-year old Accord.

Anna suddenly said, "You know, I would have said yes if you'd asked me out."

"Really?" I said, laughing and rather doubting it..

"Yeah, really. I always liked you."

"Just another example of how you're the nicest of the gorgeous girls in our high school: you would even go out on a 'pity date'!"

"Really, David, you should have more confidence!" She seemed to be almost lecturing me now, as she added, "Anyway, what girls did did you ask out?"

"None of them."

"Why?"

"I'm just too shy, I guess. It was easier just hanging out with Nick."

"And then I came along and took him away from you."

"I don't blame him at all. That was an easy choice! And I gained you as a friend," I said, as I turned into the parking lot of the pool. 

The pool was medium crowded, but we found a place to put our towels, and I put baby Ben in his removable car seat with its sun shade gently down on the concrete. And then we started sunblocking ourselves. Anna had already attracted some rather bold stares from a few men of various ages. She acted like she didn't notice, but I have a feeling she did.

She seemed happy, in any case, as she lay on her stomach on a towel and asked me, after I'd done myself and the baby, to do her back. 

"Sure," I said, acting casual and like this was normal. 

As I warmed up the lotion by rubbing it in my hands, I was able to study the skin of her back for the first time. Like many redheads, she was quite fair, and had a generous sprinkling of freckles across her body. I gently but firmly rubbed in the lotion.

Anna said, "That feels good, David!" 

It was a little tricky to do it around where the back straps of her top were, but I managed to lift it up with one hand, and rub underneath with the other. It was a little exciting rubbing next to the swell of her butt, but I kept thinking of ice cubes, and managed to stay soft. I was efficient and fast, and when I was done she returned the favor in a similar way.

"Hey, do you mind if I leave you two here," she said, glancing at Ben, "while I go for a swim?"


Anna's Milk Ch. 02



"Oh my god. I just realized something, David—did you know that to some people I'm now a MILF?"

Gorgeous redheaded Anna, who was so voluptuous she was barely fitting into her pink bikini, with her boobs spilling out the top, said this just after a handsome man slowly walked by as we were at the public pool. He had given her a look that was beyond admiration—even while she was playing with her baby Ben on the towel right next to her.

"Anna, I know you're smart, but are you just figuring this out now?" I said, in some exasperation, because she was beyond pretty, and yet very obviously a mother. And so of course she was a mother that a lot of people would love to fuck. And my secret shame was that I was among them.

It was my secret shame not only because I wasn't her husband, but because her husband was my best friend Nick. But Nick was over in Afghanistan for the indefinite future back when this happened, about a dozen years ago. But I still have a very clear memory of all of it.

Before Nick left, he and Anna had taught me how to help care for their baby, which was for now seemingly my main job in life. And that included feeding Ben lots of breast milk, both from the bottle, and by bringing Ben over to Anna's luscious, milky breasts. They didn't seem to have any problem letting me see Anna's breasts, but I was apparently maybe the only one beyond the immediate family treated that way.

When Nick left he made me promise to look after Ben and Anna. I was supposed to keep Anna from being unhappy, and I was trying—sometimes a little too hard.

As I was around Anna more and more, talking with her, getting to know her well, and seeing more and more of her milk-filled tits, I rapidly fell in lust and in love with her at the same time. 

She seemed to know at least something of how I felt, and I had even kind-of told her, but most of the time she pretended not be fully aware of my longing for her. 

And I pretended the same—at least some of the time. 

But we kept getting closer to crossing the line until one day, when we were tipsy on wine, and her breast pump had run out of batteries, she let me nurse one of her painfully overfull breasts when baby Ben was asleep. 

Did we let this happen because her breast was too full and hurt? Well, that was the excuse. But it was really because I was desperate for her breast, and for her milk—and she knew it. And she, I found out, was longing for affection and sensuality. 

Anna's milk was so sweet and delicious that it's difficult to describe. It's the food of the gods, even if usually only babies get to have it. 

As I nursed her that day, a week ago from the point at which I'm picking up the story, behind the locked door of her bedroom, Anna had told me at first it was only for the milk, and to relieve her discomfort. But then she got so turned on by my nursing of her tit, and how I had told her how she tasted so good, that she started fingering her pussy underneath her sweats.

Anna rapidly came, a few times, and as she did so even more milk squirted into my hungry mouth

Then she wanted to help me with my problem—my rock-hard cock under my shorts, which she could see the outlines of and feel. But I just couldn't take that step quite yet. It was partly that I was a shy virgin, but also that Nick was my best friend. And so I went into the bathroom to take care of my needy dick, calling out Anna's name as spurts of my sperm came shooting out.

From a certain perspective, maybe I didn't completely betray Nick that day. But this is the story about how slowly and surely, as more barriers broke between me and Anna, I stabbed my best friend in the back. Or, did I? As I think it over even now, trying to tell it as honestly as I can, I wonder if there's something in what happened that someone might forgive, at least a little. 

Unless you'd actually met Anna and known her the way I did, anyway, you couldn't understand how it would take someone almost superhuman to resist her. Anna was not just beautiful, but kind, funny, and smart. And she was suffering....

When I'd nursed her that day and she'd fingered herself to orgasm, she told me to promise to keep it a secret from everyone. And I had agreed. In fact, she told me that even between ourselves we had to pretend that it had never happened. 

And so, somehow, for a while, we did.

Remember "Doublethink" from George Orwell's "1984"? The characters have to somehow keep one idea and its opposite in their minds and in their actions at the same time?

Looking back on it, that was kind of me: doublethinking about Anna and my feelings for her, and what we had done.

On one level Anna and I both were pretending that I was still a loyal friend to Nick, a trustworthy friend, who was just taking care of his baby and lovely wife day after day, without desiring her. 

But on another level—simultaneously—we both knew that I'd sucked on her breast, had felt her her sweet juice on my tongue and throat, and that my cock was straining with desire for her. And that she, Anna, had been so turned on by my kissing, and then gently nursing, and then strongly suckling on her nipple and breast, that she'd given in to touching herself, coming to a shuddering climax.

And now she was asking me if I knew she was a "MILF."

To keep up our game, I had to still pretend I wasn't one of those lusting after her, and so I retreated to an almost college-course question.

"Doesn't the term MILF bother you? It seems kind of offensive and sexist."

"Oh yeah, I guess," Anna said, looking at me with a cute pout on her mouth, "But it beats the alternative."

"Which is?" I asked, still a little exasperated, even as looking at her freckled swelling tits was in danger, yet again, of giving me a hard-on.

"A Mother you *don't* want to fuck, of course. That's what I was to Nick."

"What!?" I said it a little too loudly, in surprise and shock.

This was totally new information to me that there had been trouble in Nick and Ann's sex life, and I couldn't quite believe it.

"What?" I repeated, more quietly, after I noticed a middle-aged woman a few yards away looking over at us.

"You didn't know that?" Anna said, in almost a conspiratorial whisper, "I thought Nick would have told you that he'd lost most of his desire for me." 

As Anna said this she looked embarrassed, but also like she still wanted to talk about it.

"I had no idea," I said quietly, and still in shock "Why? You're so beautiful, Anna." 

I said this simply, but with such truth in my voice, that I realized, not for the first time, that I'd said too much.

"Thanks, David," Anna said with one of her ironic smiles as she glanced over at me looking at her.

She then looked lovingly down at her baby Ben, who had recently learned, at six months, how to sit up on his own. Then she said,

"David, does it weird you out to think that little Ben came all the way out of my vagina?"

She looked back up at me, studying my reaction.

"Um, well," I said, in shock again, and stalling for time, "I hadn't really thought about it much."

She was still looking at me and waiting for me to say something. I guess she was seeing if I was grossed out.

I wasn't sure what I thought as I tried to imagine a baby going through her vagina, and didn't know what to say, and so just added, lamely, "He was a lot smaller then."

"Yes you were!" Anna said in a cute baby voice, turning back to Ben, "Or else it wouldn't have been possible. No. Not possible!"

He smiled at her.

Anna suddenly turned back to me, and said, in a more normal voice:

"I think it sort of freaked Nick out. He was in the hospital room with me during labor, which took forever. There was some blood, as there almost always is. He had said he wanted to cut the umbilical cord, and he did. But he was so pale he was ashen. I think the whole pregnancy and birth thing was just a bit much for him...." Anna trailed off, again studying my face.

"Anna, I don't know what to say. You know I'm a virgin. I just don't know anything about any of this stuff. Can't you talk to one of your girlfriends or your mother about this?"

She looked at me, clearly hurt, and her face started slowly crumpling up. I knew from past experience that she was starting to cry. She'd done a lot of crying since Nick had left for Afghanistan.

"Not really," she said, as tears welled up in her eyes. She stifled a sob, not very successfully.

A tear spilled down her beautiful freckled face.

I reached out slowly and wiped her tear from her cheek, still marveling at the poetry of her, even in sadness. She gently held my hand, and then put it up to her mouth. She then started gently kissing my index finger with her surprisingly warm mouth and tongue, holding it there, with her warm breath on it. My dick twitched.

Since we were at a public pool I had to be careful about my overly sensitive teenage cock. I very slowly and gently pulled my hand away, and said:

"Um, you can talk about it with me, if you want."

"OK," she smiled at me, tears still in her eyes, "Thanks."

"So," I said, trying to be helpful, "It started after Ben was born?"

"No," Anna said with a big sigh, "It started way before that. Really when I was about four months pregnant. Nick found the whole pregnancy thing, and the changes to my body, to be just, well—it turned him off. We hadn't really planned it you know, and so it was just such a shock to him, I think."

"Yeah," I said, not really understanding. But then I remembered how a look of almost disgust would cross like a shadow over Nick's face a couple of times when he talked about the changes to Anna's body.

"You're his best friend, David, and I thought you would have some insight into what was going on with him."

"Not really," I said, "I mean, I knew sometimes Nick could be squeamish. But then he also had all this interest in the military, and blood and guts in the movies and stuff, and so I.....I just don't know what it means."

"What it means," Anna said, "Is that I haven't been getting much for almost a year."

"Getting much?" 

I thought I knew what she meant, but I was so shy and mostly innocent then, even in my raging horniness, that I didn't know what to say.

Anna, thinking I was genuinely confused, took the index finger of one her hands, stretched it out, and then inserted it slowly back and forth into the curled up "vagina" of her other hand.

"Yeah, I get it," I said, blushing and looking down.

"Sorry, David," she said, "I keep forgetting how innocent you are. Are you still shocked by my raunchy sense of humor?"

"Maybe a little," I said smiling and looking up at her, "But it's been one of the pleasures of getting to know you to realize that a woman as beautiful as you can still have a sense of humor kind of like...a guys."

"So—you think I *am* a MILF?" Anna said, raising her eyebrows and looking funny and sexy at the same time.

"Yes! You're a MILF!" I said, a little too loudly, and the middle-aged woman looked over at me and glared. I covered my own mouth in shock at what I'd said.

Anna laughed. And her laugh, I should mention, was really like a kind of beautiful music to me. I never got tired of that laugh, which was so magical and unusual.

"Uh, I think we'd better talk about this at home," I said.

"Yeah," Anna said, as her laugh finally died down.

"Come on, Ben, let's go!" She added. She now looked happy. And so did Baby Ben.

Then Anna suddenly glanced at her phone, and a look of worry crossed her face.

"Oh my god. I forgot about Moira."

"Moira?" I asked, as I thought about her beautiful brunette friend from high school, who was actually in my grade. Moira and I had just graduated, while Anna and Nick had graduated a year ago. Moira was this year's valedictorian.

"She's coming over?" I added, worried. I'd sort of gotten used to being around beautiful Anna. But beautiful Moira too—who was also almost certainly the smartest woman in the whole school? I have to admit it made me kind of nervous.

"Yeah, she's probably already there. Luckily it's a short drive back. Let's hurry!"

In spite of what she said, I drove my parents' old car just regularly. I wasn't going to bounce Ben on a speed bump in his car seat just because of Moira.

When we got to Anna's house, which was really also my house, because Anna and Ben lived in the caretaker's cottage in the back of my parents' place, Moira was already there, standing impatiently, and looking at her phone.

"Oh, there you are!" Moira said, sounding a little annoyed.

Moira was about as different in looks from Anna as you could imagine. Where Anna was tall, voluptuous, and redheaded, Moira was short, slender, and had almost black hair. But where they were similar was that they were both, in their different ways, very pretty.

"Hey babe!" Moira said to Anna, reaching up for a hug and kiss on the cheek, and then she noticed Anna's figure with almost a shock.

"You are smokin' hot girl! Look at your boobs! I haven't seen you in a bathing suit since," and here she looked over at little Ben with only mild interest, who I was carrying in his removable car seat. 

Like some other women, Moira and Anna liked to compliment each other a lot, sometimes in personal ways.

"I know," Anna said, smiling, "Remember how I wanted big ones? Now the curse is that I have them."

"Were a lot of guys at the pool hitting on you?" Moira asked.

"A few looked like they wanted to, but David scared them away. But look at you," Anna added, "you are a total hottie, as usual."

Moira had a well-put together Jewish-Hipppie-chick vibe that she did very well. Her breasts were medium-small, but she'd sometimes go braless, as she did today, with stylish and yet casual tops that gave you a good sense of her gravity-defying pointy breasts.

"Oh, shit," Anna suddenly added, "is this your new car?!"

Sitting on our long driveway was a new emerald green Miata convertible, with its top down.

"Yeah, that's it," Moira said, beaming at it with pride as strongly as Anna beamed at baby Ben, "Mom and Dad just gave it to me for choosing boring state U with the full scholarship over much more expensive Wellesley."

"What is it?" Anna asked, since like some women Anna was a bit vague about cars.

"It's a Miata," I said, with genuine admiration, looking at the sports roadster with almost as much longing as I looked at Anna's breasts, adding: "Very nice car, Moira!"

"Thanks, David," Moira said, looking at my face and seeming to just notice me. And she seemed to really like me for the first time, even though I'd had AP classes with her for years in high school, because I'd so sincerely complimented her new baby.

"And look at it," I said, looking down at her little car: "leather, Bose stereo, and even a manual transmission!"

I drove a manual too, but I didn't think any women my age did.

"You know it, baby," Moira said, looking at me in a slightly sexy way, and adding, "That's the only way to go, with the joy stick in your hand."

Moira got a faux-horny look on her face as she caressed and shifted an invisible shift knob in her hand, almost like it was an erect dick with large head.

"Moira!" Anna laughed.

"Sorry!" Moira mock-said, although clearly she wasn't, "I was just lost in the moment."

"Has Vittorio left?" Anna asked, clearly making a point. He was the handsome Italian exchange student that Moira had been dating last year.

"Yeah," Moira sighed, "how could you tell?"

"Just a hunch," Anna said, "But maybe you can figure out a way to fuck your car!"

They both laughed.

"Let's get inside," I finally said, laughing too, but a little nervously, since this was kind of crude talk if my mother made one of her rare forays out of the big house. 

"Ben needs changing," I added.

"Oh yeah, the little tyke," Moira said, looking down on him with minimal enthusiasm.

So we went in, and while Anna went to the back to change out of her bikini, I changed Ben.

Moira looked on with barely hidden disgust as I wiped Ben up thoroughly, put him in a fresh huggie, and then dressed in him a cute sailor's outfit. 

"Do you want to hold him?" I said when I was done.

"Not really," Moira said, "I wouldn't know what to do."

"That's OK," I said tolerantly, "Ben knows how to sit up now. Don't you little guy?" And I sat him up and he balanced easily and looked around the room with his green eyes, which were rather like his mother's, smiling.

"Just play with him with this rattle. I'll be right back with his bottle."

I got one of the bottle's of Anna's breast milk from the fridge, quickly heated it up in the microwave, and then brought it back over to Ben and Moira on the floor of the living room.

In spite of herself, Moira seemed charmed by Ben, who was smiling at her and flirting up a storm as he shook his rattle in one of his little hands.

"He is kinda cute," She admitted. 

Moira then watched as I squirted some of Anna's milk from the bottle onto my wrist, checking the temperature. And then I licked it off.

"Ewww!" Moira exclaimed, as Anna walked back into the room.

As she saw Anna, Moira said, "David just licked up some of your breast milk!"

"What's wrong with that?" Anna said, sitting down on the couch.

Anna had, I saw, dressed herself up much more than she ever did for me, in capri slacks, nice shoes, a stylish blouse, and even quite a bit of make up. I realized not for the first time that women dress for each other much more than they do for men.

"Wow—Anna, you are gorgeous!" Moira said, genuinely wowed.

Anna did suddenly look like a model from a clothes catalog.

"Thanks," she said modestly, although I could tell she knew it was true, and was enjoying Moira's compliment.

Ben, seeing his Mom, started reaching out for her, and I knew what he wanted.

Anna started unbuttoning her white designer blouse, while I picked up Ben and brought him over.

Anna unhooked her nursing bra, and I saw for at least the hundredth time the front of her freckled milk-filled right breast, with its large pink areola and medium-sized nipple.

Baby Ben latched on immediately, and started vigorously sucking at Anna's boob.

"Shit," Moira said, impressed and even a little shocked at the same time, "that's quite a show."

"Does Nick know," Moira added in a slightly worried voice as she glanced over at me, as I sat down on the living room floor again, "that David's seeing all this?"

"Oh, yeah, it was his idea. And it's almost impossible to put a cloth on anyway....Look," Anna added, and grabbed a cloth and draped it over her breast and baby Ben. Ben almost immediately reached up, grabbed the cloth, and threw it on the ground.

Ben was revealed again, grinning while sucking on Anna's tit.

"Yeah, I see," Moira said, looking over at me.

Moira then said to me, "I bet if I told you in high school that you were going to see Anna's breasts almost every day, you wouldn't have believed me."

She was studying me.

"No, I wouldn't have," I said, blushing a little and looking down.

"Oh, it doesn't matter to him. David sees me at my worst pretty much every day: leaking milk, burping, farting. I think at this point point I'm a total turn-off to him. And anyway, he's the most loyal friend to Nick you could imagine."

"Yeah," Moira said, looking back over at Anna, "I saw him changing Ben's diaper. Even if you're paying him, that's total loyalty."

"I forgot to mention, Moira," Anna said, suddenly getting a very mischievous smile on her face, "That David's been trying to screw up the courage to ask you out for coffee."

"Oh yeah," Moira said, looking back over at me with an appraising look.

"Yeah," Anna added, "He says that you're smart, funny, and really pretty!"

"Anna!" I said, and grabbed a soft couch pillow that was on the floor and threw it at her. She deflected it easily with her arm, and it fell to the floor.




Anna's Milk Ch. 02



"That's OK, David," Moira said, "It's all true. It's not like you're telling me something that I don't already know!"

I was looking down, and blushing, as Moira added, with halfway mock and halfway real enthusiasm:

"In fact, skip the coffee. I want to pick you up in my car, since you clearly appreciate her, take you on a drive, and then you'll be like putty in my hands by the time we get up to Lover's Leap."

"Could we just go to a movie instead?" I asked, looking up at her, hardly believing my boldness.

"Sure, David. I had no idea you were holding the torch for me," Moira added. She was sophisticated, and sometimes talked in a kind of old-fashioned way.

"But you'll need to decide," she added, "Whether you prefer a statuesque redhead with big boobs, or a sarcastic Jewish girl with small boobs."

"Moira," Anna said, "be nice to him! He's a virgin and he's really shy!"

"Anna!" I said, genuinely annoyed this time. I sighed.

"That was kind of a low blow, Anna," Moira said, but then added slyly, in a Groucho Marx voice while holding a pretend cigar, "I would have liked to have found that out myself!"

She raised her eyebrows up and down as she twiddled her pretend cigar, looking me up and down from my face to my still bare chest lasciviously.

I smiled, but was still a little mortified. Moira, seeing this, said in her normal voice, but conspiratorially,

"Just ignore her. She's just jealous of what we might have together. I know I can teach you a few tricks you haven't even heard of!" 

As I looked into her twinkling brown eyes I smiled again.

Moira winked at me, and then made sexy faces in an exaggerated Hollywood way, finally licking her lips all around.

I cracked up.

"I like him," Moira announced to Anna, "I think he gets me. Which is more than I can say for Vittorio. We had such a cross-cultural glitch. I was always finding him hilarious, but he usually just didn't get it."

"But Vittorio had certain advantages, from what you've told me," Anna said.

"Oh yeah," Moira said, and her eyes got wide, and she stretched her hands out about a foot apart.

"No!" Anna said.

"I'm exaggerating," Moira said, moving her hands back together, "More like this." It still looked substantial.

"How big is that in inches?" Anna asked, seeming genuinely interested.

"Stop it!" Moira said, "You're shocking the virgin over here."

It was true, I was shocked. When women in high school were around me, I'd never heard them talk quite this way.

"Now you know," Moira said, looking back at me and seemingly reading my mind, "This is how women sometimes talk when men aren't around."

Baby Ben suddenly de-latched from Anna's nipple with a wet sound, and then looked over at Moira and smiled.

"We know what'll keep him happy later in life," Moira said, and with her hands in front of her she mimed Anna's big breasts.

"Do you want the other side," Anna said to Ben, latching up the right side of her bra, and unhooking the left, revealing an equally luscious left breast. She switched Ben around and tried to get him to latch onto her nipple, pushing and tickling it against his face. But Ben was full now, and too amused by Moira's new and funny voice, and so he couldn't be interested. Instead he kept looking over and grinning at Moira.

"Awww," Moira said, "Isn't he cute. But I can't believe he's not interested in that beautiful boob. It looks so good even I almost want to try it!" Moira laughed.

Anna laughed too, and kept trying to comically get him interested in her breast, holding it and pointing it at him, and then tickling his cheek with her pink nipple, which now had a little drip of milk gathering on it. 

Moira looked amused, and so Anna took it to the next level.

"Watch this!" Anna said, and as Ben's face was turned away, as he grinned at Moira, Anna slowly and firmly squeezed her left breast with her left hand.

A surprisingly strong stream of milk squirted out of Anna's breast. If you've seen a woman do this, you know that it's not just one little stream of milk, but instead half a dozen or more little streams that all come out of the tip of the breast. This was the first time I'd ever seen it, and I was awe-struck. Moira glanced over at me. She was equally awe-struck.

As the milk squirted onto Ben's face he started in surprise, and then he got a little in his eyes and started crying.

"Sorry Ben. Now look what I've done. I didn't know there would be so much. David, would you take him?"

I came over to Anna and got Ben, as she hooked up her bra and then started buttoning her blouse.

"Jeeze, you two sure make a great team. How much do you pay David? Whatever it is, it's not enough. Except for the fact that you get to see some of the most beautiful tits ever, every day!"

That was getting a little too close to the truth, and Anna and I suddenly were quiet. 

I said, to distract from this, after I'd wiped him up: "Ben seems kind of tired." This suddenly seemed true. He'd already stopped crying, and now was looking sleepy. "Shall I put him down?

"Please do," Anna said, "Thanks, David." She smiled at me warmly, and I smiled back.

Out of the corner of my eye I could see Moira looking at us, and I broke the glance with Anna and took Ben over to his crib in the dim second back bedroom, and gently put him down. Then I came out and quietly closed the door behind me.

"So what's it taste like?" Moira asked me, as I came back into the living room.

"What?" I said, confused.

"What's Anna's milk taste like?"

"Oh, that," I said, looking over at Anna, who seemed interested in what I was going to say.

"It's good. It's really good. You can see why babies are so crazy about it." 

I tried to sound casual, and I think I succeeded.

"Yeah," Moira said, "but *what* does it taste like?"

"Well, it's sweet and kind of thin, but at the same time still creamy. I think it's a lot better than cow's milk."

"It's better for you too," Anna added.

"Do you want to taste it?" I said, picking up Ben's bottle which he'd never touched, and holding it out to Moira.

"Drink my best friend's boob juice? Sounds kinky! But I don't think I'm up to it today. Sounds like you've got a real gourmet taste for the stuff though David."

"Don't tease him!" Anna said, trying to protect me on what Anna knew was a delicate subject.

"If I didn't tease him, how would could he tell it was me, and not some body-snatcher replicant that had taken on my beautiful form to seduce him, take over his body, and then get him to help me take over the planet! Ha-haa-haaa!" Moira ended this surreal attempt at humor with a clichéd evil laugh.

But I was quite amused, and even transfixed by Moira's sexy sense of humor, which was only rarely on display during my years in high school with her. That word seduced sounded very promising, even though I knew she was almost certainly joking.

"Seriously, David," Moira looked over at me, and suddenly did sound almost serious, "I think you need to get out of this house more. You're spending too much time here with Anna and the baby."

"Moira! He's my main help! Do you want to come over here and change poopy diapers!" 

Anna seemed genuinely indignant. It was not the first time she'd used the word "help" to describe me either, which was sort of insulting, but it is true that babies are a huge amount of work, and without Nick she really did need a lot of help.

"No!" Moira said, laughing again and getting up, "I can barely deal with my own shit. I can't cope at this point with much of anyone else's, especially a baby's."

Moira went over to the couch where Anna was, leaned down and gave her a hug and a big kiss on the cheek.

"Hang in there, babe," Moira said, "Sometime when David's babysitting call me, and we can have a girls' night out."

"And David," she said, turning to me, "I'll call you about that date, since I have a feeling that if I wait for you to call it could be a while. Stand up. Give me a hug and a kiss."

Moira hugged me with her slender form, but I could feel her braless medium-small breasts through her blouse against my bare chest, even through her blouse, which felt very nice. And then she looked up to kiss me. I looked down into her beautiful liquid brown eyes, which were sparkling with mischief and sexiness, and then tried awkwardly to kiss her cheek.

"No," she said, moving my face gently back to center with her hands, "let's do it on the lips and get it over with," and she leaned up and gave me a quick but nice kiss right on the lips.

She separated herself, turned to Anna and said, "I learned that from a movie. It was Al Pacino, I think, who told this woman at the start of their first date that they should kiss right away, so they wouldn't have to worry about that first kiss for hours. It seemed totally the right approach for David here."

I was looking at Moira with a happy smile filled with more than a little wonder at her sense of humor and other charms, including her soft lips.

"Awww, look at him," Moira said, glancing back at me, "He's like a happy puppy dog. I'd give you another kiss, sailor, but I want you to have something to look forward to. And I don't want to gross out my friend here with the heavy tongue action of that second kiss."

And now Moira stuck her tongue out a little and vibrated it in almost a butterfly-like way.

I couldn't help but laugh.

"What?!" Moira looked mock-surprised, "You know you want it!"

I kept laughing and blushing, but she was right: I always knew Moira was pretty and smart, but now that she was shamelessly flirting with me she was suddenly mesmerizing.

"OK! I gotta go and figure out how to fuck my Miata!" 

We laughed again, and Moira added thoughtfully, "As long as I clean the gear shift it should be all right, don't you think?"

"Moira, you're crazy!" Anna said, laughing some more.

"Seriously, take care you two!" Moira said, as she grabbed her small black designer purse from the table, and then, glancing one last time at both of us, quickly breezed out the door and closed it behind her. 

We could hear her car starting outside, and then the slightly whining sound of her transmission as she backed out of the driveway.

A couch pillow hit me in the head as I was staring at the door, lost in thought about Moira and our future date.

"What?" I said, as the spell was broken.

When I looked back at Anna, I was shocked to see that she had gone from laughing a minute ago to clearly on the edge of tears.

"I thought you only looked at me that way," she said, clearly trying to breathe evenly and stop the tears from welling up in here eyes.

"Oh Anna," I said, trying to be sensitive, "You're being silly, what man couldn't look at Moira that way when she flirted like that. And, besides, you're married!"

I knew I was stating the obvious, but suddenly it seemed like it needed to be said—to both of us.

"Anyway, you're welcome," Anna said, with a slight hint of bitterness.

"For what?" I said, slow on the uptake.

"For setting you up with Moira, of course. You'll probably have fun, but I'm not sure it will all that you seem to be hoping for."

At this point, I was hoping for quite a bit, and so it was a let down to hear that. I was already trying to picture losing my virginity to Moira.

But I just said, "You mean she's not going to kiss me with her tongue like that," trying to recapture the humor of a few minutes before.

"Oh, she'll probably do that, and maybe a whole lot more—if she likes you, which she seems to so far."

I think I looked shocked and puzzled at the same time. How could it be a whole lot more and not what I was expecting at the same time? But Anna asked,

"Have you ever even seen a woman naked, David? I mean, aside from my boobs."

"No, your boobs pretty much cover it. Aside from, I have to admit, a few women on the web."

I blushed as I said this, and looked down, as I confessed to Anna what she must already know, that I looked at porn. What I didn't add, and was now thinking about, was that I tried to look for women who looked like Anna, which wasn't easy. I've mentioned several times that Anna was pretty, but now I'll mention that she looked rather like Amy Pond in the later Dr. Who TV show that would be on almost ten years later.

"I can tell you what Moira looks like naked, if you want," Anna said, clearly just letting pass as obvious that I looked at nude women on the web.

"How did you see her naked?" I asked, and then got really shocked, as I blurted out, "Have you two....? Oh my god!"

"No," now Anna was laughing again, "But I thought about it. If I ever do it with a woman, I hope it's with her. She has kind of made a pass at me, but that was before I was even pregnant."

"You mean she's....?" Again, I couldn't finish the sentence.

"Bisexual? Yeah. But in practice she seems to mostly go out with men."

"But then how did you see her naked?" I asked again.

"Oh, we used to have plenty of sleepovers before Nick, and she's very casual about nudity. She basically would flaunt herself in front of me, and then taunt me to take off my clothes too."

"And did you?" I said, still getting over my shock.

"Yeah, more often than not," Anna admitted, "And we did give each other back massages. And we also compared our breasts and pussies and stuff. But we never actually had sex."

"Oh my god," I said, taking this in.

"Does that turn you on, thinking about me and Moira together naked?" Anna asked.

I laughed. 

"I suppose it might, if I could just get over the shock."

I then added, "What do you mean, comparing your breasts and...stuff?"

"Oh, that. Once-in-a-while I think some women who are *really* close friends do that. We tell each other how sexy and beautiful the other one is, while comparing and contrasting. I loved Moira's pointy breasts. They look almost like large and wide champagne glasses with little nipples. She let me touch them. They're very soft, and warm, and yet firm...." Anna was looking at me to see what effect this might be having.

She saw me looking at her with wonder and growing horniness at this description of what I might soon see—maybe on even the second date? I was calculating.

"Shall I go on?" Anna said slyly, in a sexy voice.

"Sure," I said, a little hoarse.

"Well, the other thing about Anna is that she doesn't shave much, and so she's kind of hairy."

"Hairy?" I said, almost in a trance.

"Yes," Anna said, seeming to enjoy the effect her description was having on me, even though it was about another woman, "Of course I am too. But Moira has a very beautiful black-haired pussy, and when she spreads her legs you can see her dark red pussy lips inside...."

My mouth opened with awe, and my cock started rising visibly in my swim trunks, which I still had on. At this point, I was beyond caring: what did she expect would happen when she talked that way to a horny 18-year old guy?

"But," Anna added, in a suddenly brisk way, "She makes it clear to almost all of her lovers that she'll never really fall in love with them, and probably won't ever commit." I saw Anna glancing down for a small fraction of a second at the tent in my swim trunks.

"I don't understand," I said.

"She's a 'friends with benefits' kind of gal. She has a big speech about it that she gives to people. I've heard it too, and she told me she tells a variant of it to almost all of her fuck buddies."

"Oh," I said.

I really couldn't tell how appealing this was to me, to be just one of a number of Moira's friends with benefits. My dick seemed to know and started rapidly wilting. I had no idea that brilliant Valedictorian Moira had this kind of sex life.

"David, let me ask you something, and I want you really to think about it," Anna said, in a different tone of voice.

"Yes," I said, puzzled.

"Do you love Ben?"

"What? That's quite a change of subject!"

"Just think about it and tell me: Do you love Ben?"

I thought about it, and I realized with wonder as I searched my strong feelings that I did love the little tyke.

"Oh my god," I said quietly, and even a little choked up, "I do."

"I thought you did," Anna said, beaming, but with tears again suddenly brimming in her eyes.

"Oh David, give me a hug!" I hugged her in a genuinely loving way for half a minute, and then separated, and said with amazement:

"It just kind of snuck up on me. It took you asking for me to realize it, but I do love Ben."

"He loves you too, I know it," Anna said, still on the verge of tears.

"I'm so glad you love him."

And then she paused and added: "And how do you feel about his mother?"

"Oh, Anna, I don't think we should be talking like this...." I was shocked yet again, wondering how I could be shocked in so many ways in such a few minutes. I almost felt like I had psychological whiplash.

"But you do care for me?" Anna said, seeming to know the answer.

"Of course I do. Very much! You're my best friend. In fact, I think in this short time you've probably become the best friend I've ever had."

"And you think I'm beautiful," Anna added. It was a statement, not a question.

"Of course you're beautiful! Every guy at the pool knows that—you don't need me to tell you."

"But I do need you to tell me, because I don't really care about those guys at the pool."

"Anna, this is getting very weird. Nick would not want us to be talking this way. He trusts us," I said, feeling very worried and exasperated at the direction the conversation was going. I added:

"This is why it's good I'm going out with Moira. Thanks for setting that up."

"Why do you think she wants to go out with you?" Anna asked, simply, as if asking a child.

"Um, I don't know. I think she likes me, but...."

"She does," Anna said, "You're cuter than I think you know, with your curly brown hair, your thin and muscular build, and your shy and bashful looks. And seeing how capable you are with Ben I think makes some women think, including my Mother as you saw, that you would probably have skills in other area. Like pleasing a woman. Or, that at least you'd be teachable. And that you'd really want to please a woman that pleased you. Isn't that right?"

"Yeah, I guess," I said, blushing.

I was hoping I could figure out how to please a woman. Or at least be be taught how to please a woman.

Anna continued.

"But I think it's more than that that's making Moira flirt with you so much. Try and put two and two together."

Since I was better at math than Anna was (although not as good as Moira), this seemed like an insulting question. But suddenly it dawned on me. I couldn't quite say it. But Anna could.

"She's going out with you to try to keep us apart," Anna said quietly. 

"Oh shit," I said, knowing it was true. And then I walked over to where the bottle of breast milk was still sitting on the living room floor several feet away. I picked it up, and started sucking down the sweet juice of Anna for comfort.

I stopped nursing on the bottle, and then suddenly laughed at the absurdity of the whole situation, and said:

"I'm sure glad Moira can't see this! What would she say?"

"I can barely imagine," Anna said, "But it would be some kind of horrified, sarcastic joke."

"How's the milk?" Anna added, as I kept nursing it down.

"Delicious, as always," I said, somewhat sarcastically myself, shaking my head at the craziness of it all, and yet tipping the bottle up and sucking some more of it down just for the heck of it. 

"Oh fuck," I suddenly stopped. "I think I should be drinking whisky instead and getting shit-faced. But I hate whisky with a passion...."

"Please don't drink—unless it's my milk, or get a glass or water," Anna said quietly, "I'm going to take a bath and try to relax, and I'd like you to listen for Ben and get him if he wakes up."

"OK," I said, standing in the middle of the living room, still holding the bottle. As Anna passed by me on the way to the bathroom, she patted my tummy with her hand affectionately. 




Anna's Milk Ch. 02



She closed the door behind her, and soon I could hear the water pouring into the tub.

I sat down on the couch, and turned on the TV, watching an old episode of Star Trek: The Next Generation to distract myself. I couldn't help but wonder how Picard, Data, or Troi would deal with this situation. I realized they'd never be in this kind of situation, but somehow I could imagine Troi saying, sympathetically, "How do you feel about Anna?"

Then I heard Ben cry, and I went to get him up. I was about to get him a bottle, when I heard Anna shout from behind the bathroom door: "I think he's ready for his first real bath!"

Up to this point, we'd given Ben his baths in a small blue plastic tub that we put in the kitchen sink, but now that he could sit up really well, it did seem like it was time for a real bath.

"Should I wait for you to come out?" I asked through the door, holding Ben. He seemed puzzled by what was going on, and was looking between me and the sound of his mother's voice behind the door.

"No. He's needs someone with him in the bath. Bring him in to me."

"Um, Anna, I'm not sure that's a good idea."

"Don't be silly," She said, "I'm taking a bubble bath. You'll see less than you'll see when I'm nursing him. I'm already draining it out so that it will be shallow for him. Get him undressed."

It all seemed to make sense. And so I undressed Ben and got him completely naked, which he seemed patient with, although looking like he might cry if given a provocation. Then I said through the door:

"OK. He's ready. Are you ready?"

"Yes," she said, "Come on in!"

And so I opened the door, and a billow of steamy air greeted us that was scented with Anna's delicious-smelling coconut-flavored bubble bath. Even though she'd drained the water down to about six inches, she'd strategically arranged the bubbles over her nipples so that I couldn't see even them. 

"See?" She said, as Ben reached out for his Mom.

"Yeah," I said, smiling and laughing a little at my worry, "Here he is!" And I put him down slowly between her legs.

He was delighted by the warmth of the water and the bubbled. You could see it in his happy face. He started splashing.

"Thanks, David," Anna said.

"Sure," I said, smiling, "I'll be out watching TV. Just call when you want me to get him."

"OK," Anna said happily, smiling at her splashing baby boy, "Just keep the door open so you can hear me better."

I went out and watched some more Next Gen, suddenly feeling happy and at peace with the world. 

About twenty minutes later, Anna said, "He's ready. Come and get him!"

I walked into the bathroom and went over to the tub , and then as I started to lean down to get Ben, I froze. The bubbles had almost all popped. And the water was pretty low. I'd seen Anna's luscious generous breasts before, heavy and yet still slightly pointed, with their pink areolas and pink nipples. And there they were again. But looking down between Anna's legs I now saw that she was indeed a natural redhead.

For between her legs was the most beautiful sight I'd ever seen in my life, or will ever see: the triangle of Anna's red-haired cunt, halfway in and halfway out of the water.

Her legs were somewhat spread because Ben was between her legs, and so I saw not just the triangle of her pussy, but right between her legs the the slit of the pink inner lips of her vagina, and up toward the top, covered by a fleshy hood, that magical thing the clitoris that I'd heard about and seen a few pictures of. 

I wish I could say I was cool about it, but I just bluntly stared, for several seconds, seemingly paralyzed. Since Ben was right between her legs, to get him I'd have to reach my hand in within a couple of inches of Anna's cunt, and I wasn't sure how to do that without maybe touching her pussy.

My breath was coming rapidly as my cock started rising for the second time that day in my bathing suit.

"Sorry about that," Anna said playfully, "the bubbles popped," she said stating the obvious.

"Although," she said now looking at the growing tent of my soon raging erection, "I can tell you like what you see." She seemed turned on too.

"Go ahead," She said, "You can still get him out. It won't bite...."

She added, "I know it's your first time seeing a woman naked, but remember your first job is to keep Ben safe. Concentrate on that!"

"Yeah," I said, swallowing. And then addressing Ben, I said in my higher baby voice for him:

"OK, little guy, we're going to get you out," and I reached between Anna's legs, having no choice but to slightly brush against the tips of her curly wet red cunt hair, and then I slowly scooped him up into a towel and stood up. Walking very carefully, I took him out of the bathroom and to the living room, and laid him down to diaper and dress him.

A few minutes later, Anna came out in a dressing gown.

"Anna," I said, not waiting for her to speak, "I need to go home and think about all this."

"I'll bet!" Anna said ironically, clearly guessing that I was about to whack off while thinking of her beautiful pussy. 

That was true, but I was also going to try to think about what she'd said about love, and about Moira.

But I just said, "Yeah," and looked down bashfully, more or less confirming what she'd just implied.

I rushed off then to do as she'd guessed, and didn't see her again until the next day. That morning, Moira, true to her promise, had called me, and in a funny conversation we'd begun to plan out our date.

When I headed out to the back late the next morning, I saw Anna sitting on an easy chair by the pool in her pink bikini. Ben was nowhere around, but I noticed she had the baby monitor on the table near her, and so I knew Ben was napping. I walked over closer, and saw that there were a couple of other things next to the baby monitor.

"I was going to get you to go to the pool with me again, but, since Ben's sleeping," Anna suddenly picked up what I now saw was one of two small loaded kid's water pistols, made of clear green plastic, and started rapidly shooting me in the face, chest, and crotch, "I thought we could play Assassin instead!"

"Anna!" the squirts of water were cold, and she was relentless. Plus I was unarmed and dressed. 

"OK, OK," I said, "I give," as she squirted my face, and then added with pretend indignance, "How could you shoot an unarmed man like me? I thought you were in favor of gun control?"

"I am," she said with a mock-evil voice, still relentlessly squirting my face so I couldn't see, "as long as I'm in control!"

"You're crazy," I said, and I meant it in more ways than one, as I walked away and yelled behind me: "I'm going to go get on my swimsuit, and then I'm going to get even. Like maybe throw you in my parents' barely-heated pool!"

She laughed, "I'd like to see you try!"

I got on my swim trunks again, but felt that they weren't really a safe thing to wear around Anna now. I couldn't believe that the day before I'd gotten boners twice in front of Anna that were clearly visible. I vowed to try to stay in more control today. But a water fight seemed safe enough. 

When I came out, however, Anna was nowhere to be seen. Both squirt guns, as well as the baby monitor, were still on the pool-side table, and the door to the back house was ajar. I realized that this was my opportunity for revenge, and grabbed the one still loaded water pistol and walked rapidly into the carriage house, closing the door behind me.

Anna was in the kitchen in her bikini, getting herself a snack of cheese and nuts.

"Wait," she said with mock innocence, turning around, "I'm unarmed. You couldn't shoot me, could you? Plus we're inside."

"Oh yeah," I said and laughed, and started shooting her relentlessly as she had shot me. I was nicer than she was though, and avoided her face, and instead shot her left boob with several squirts, and then her right boob, and then down to her bikini bottom and started squirting several times there.

"Are you enjoying yourself," she said slyly.

"Yes," I said, getting breathless, and still squirting where I knew her pussy was, over and over, aiming for her clitoris. 

She walked slowly closer as she did this, and I kept squirting her cunt under her bathing suit.

"That tickles," she said tolerantly and even gently, "but it feels kind of good."

"Come here," she said, "you're pretty much out of water." 

She took the water gun and put it on the kitchen counter.

I looked directly into her beautiful green eyes and freckled face as she took me by the hand and led me to her back bedroom. She closed the door behind us and locked it.

"What?" I said, "Do you have a hidden weapon here?"

"Yes," she said, and moved over and started gently wrestling me to the floor. 

I didn't resist.

Now she was sitting on my stomach as I lay on my back, and she reached back and untied her bikini top, which she dropped to the floor. 

Anna's luscious breasts were now looming over me, looking bigger than they ever had.

"See?" She said, smiling, "And I'm not afraid to use them."

With this she leaned her right breast over my face, so that I was looking up at a now seemingly very large pink areola and nipple, and with her right hand she took her breast and gently squeezed.

Several little streams of Anna's milk squirted out of the tip of her breast and onto my face. Like with Ben the other day a little got in my eye, but it didn't hurt and I didn't cry.

Instead I stuck out tongue.

Obliging, she angled her right breast right into my mouth from above, squeezing it again as I nursed on Anna's astonishingly lovely and milky tit.

I gasped.

"It's so good, isn't it?" Anna said with a knowing and horny voice.

"Yes," I said breathlessly, and then glanced over at her other breast.

"Oh, you greedy man. I can see you want the other one too. Well here you go."

And Anna now put her other luscious breast into my mouth, squeezing it and letting me nurse on it for more of her sweet, lovely juice. Her boob juice, as Moira called it.

My dick during this was rising up to full boner-hood.

She took it out and let me breathe again.

"Thank you," I said breathlessly.

"Sure. I thought you needed that. But I want some milk too."

I saw her looking down at my nipples, and making an intentionally funny nursing mouth like she was going to suck on them.

"Sorry!" I said, "I don't have any milk!"

"Oh yeah?" she said, and then she leaned over my nipples, one at a time, and squeezed some of her milk on them. And then sat at my side, leaned over, and started nursing on one.

"Ow!" I said, "That's kind of sensitive."

"I know," she said, and then kept sucking and nursing just as hard.

"I want more of David's milk," she said, as if to herself, and I saw her glance down at the straining cock in my swim suit.

"Wait," I said.

She replied sternly, "I gave you my milk. It's only fair."

And she untied and removed my trunks somewhat roughly, not giving me time to protest.

"Oh, look at this big nipple," she said, looking down at the reddish mushroom-like head of my circumcised six inch cock, which was straining and throbbing.

"I'm going to nurse on it," Anna said sternly and yet playfully, "And get the milk out."

Without pausing she lifted up my throbbing dick and immediately plunged her lips and mouth around it, sucking and nursing on my it with powerful suction.

"Ahhh!" I moaned.

She continued sucking and nursing, plunging my cock deep into her sweet mouth.

"uhhhh." I said, breathless.

She emerged, and said, "Is that all you can say? I want you to say what you said in the bathroom that time when you were stroking yourself."

"What?" I said breathlessly not knowing that she had heard.

And she then did a surprisingly good imitation of my voice, saying, as I had when whacking off and thinking of her: "Anna. Anna! Annnaauuugh! uuuh! Uuuh! Uhh!"

I couldn't help myself, and laughed at her sense of humor and in embarrassment. 

"If you can do it for the mirror, thinking about me, surely you can do it again, with me really here."

"Yes," I said.

"Promise?" She said.

"Yes," I said, "please!"

"Oh, you really want me to get your milk out now, don't you?"

"Yes," I said quietly. 

She plunged her mouth back down over my cock, sucking it in a most amazing and firm way, nursing it. Anna was nursing me for my cock milk.

"Anna," I said.

"Anna!"

And then I couldn't talk for a minute because the sensations were too powerful. As Anna sucked my cock I though of how I'd sucked on her beautiful breasts, getting her sweet juice out.

"uhh! Anna! Annnuuuuuh!!"

My dick felt "sweet" as I felt a huge jeweled load of my sperm start shooting into her mouth.

Uhhh! Uhhhh! uhhg" I moaned, as several more squirts went into her mouth, until I was empty.

She came back over to me, and I leaned up to look at her.

She opened her mouth and revealed a pool of my whitish cum-milk on her tongue and filling her mouth.

"Ah've got milk!" She was barely able to say, as a little spilled out of her lips, which she caught with her finger and tried to stick back in, laughing.

Then she closed her mouth, closed her eyes, concentrated, and swallowed it all down in a few gulps.

"Ahh," she breathed, "ahhh."

"That was a lot of milk you had for me. It was pretty good. But I think my milk tastes better."



Anna's Milk Ch. 03



Have you ever had a moment that was simultaneously the best and the worst of your life? That kind of moment is where this story picks up.

Beautiful Anna, a redheaded and luscious woman with freckles, curves, a new baby, and a husband in Afghanistan, had a minute before had my cock in her mouth, and was nursing on it for what she called my "milk." She'd already let me nurse twice on her milk-filled breasts to get the sweet liquid out, and so she said it was only fair for me to give her something in return. 

We'd been in our bathing suits having a squirt gun water fight in the carriage house in back of my parents' house where she now lived, and I'd ambushed her inside. I used the little toy to squirt the tips of her breasts several times, and then her pussy over and over again through her bikini bottom. 

We'd been accidentally and then on-purpose sexually teasing each other day after day, and that moment she finally decided that enough was enough. 

Her baby Ben was safely napping in the second bedroom, and so she led me to her bedroom, locked the door, and easily and without much resistance from me wrestled me to the ground. She then took off her bikini top while sitting on my belly, revealing her large and freckled breasts with their large pink areolas and medium-sized pink nipples. Leaning over my face, she'd gently squeezed one breast and then the other, showering me with her milk, which I tried to lap up. She then let me nurse on one breast and then the other, suckling her beautiful boobs while holding their smooth and bulging warmth with my fingers. 

Anna's "boob juice," as her friend Moira called it, was surprisingly sweet. It was almost like melon juice, but far more sexy. 

And so, once she'd given me that, you'll understand how I was already in a such a stunned world of pleasure she would be able to take off my swim trucks without much resistance, revealing my straining virgin cock, which was then lucky enough to get its first blow job.

I once heard of someone call sex "bumping uglies," the idea somehow being that genitals are not that nice looking. But I've never felt that way about cocks and cunts. I always have found them to be the most mysterious and in their own strange ways mesmerizing things I've ever seen. Being mostly straight, I was drawn to pussies more than by cocks. But I do find an erect penis somehow very compelling in its raw desire. 

And my six-inch hard cock with its reddish head was certainly a physical manifestation of my 18-year old lust, which had been directed almost exclusively at Anna for the past couple of months. 

The juxtaposition between my straining and veined dick, and Anna's lovely freckled face with her green eyes and lips with shiny lip gloss was extreme. That something so weird looking as a hard cock could go into a mouth as beautiful as Anna's was entrancing.

Her lovely face and mouth was then sucking and working at harvesting my cock. Her red hair and her breasts brushed against me as she worked herself up and down my shaft, nursing powerfully on me until I cried out Anna's name again and again, and then shot my cream onto her tongue.

She showed the little pool of white cum to me in her open mouth, and then closed her mouth, swallowing it all down. And then opened her mouth again to show me her white teeth and clean tongue. She said, "ahh" but added, quite rightly, that her milk tasted better than mine.

Just after this she was now leaning against my chest as I breathed heavily, trying to cope with this moment, as she pressed her soft breasts against my chest. Anna was grinning like a cheshire cat-woman with green eyes.

Heaven, right?

Only Anna was by best friend Nick's wife. And I'd promised Nick before he'd shipped over to Afghanistan in the summer of 2002 to look after her, and to protect her from men who would lust after her. Many people, including Nick, said that I was one of the most trustworthy people that they knew. But I'd sucked on her nipples, and now she'd sucked off my straining cock.

I was in really deep shit for the first time in my adult life. Unless it could be hidden, I'd certainly destroyed my friendship with Nick forever. My parents would also be shocked beyond words, and if this was discovered it would makes waves of scandal that would hit almost everyone I knew. 

But mostly I worried about Nick. I could only imagine his anger and even rage. He wasn't the violent type, but that was before Afghanistan. When he got back what, exactly, might he do?

And so, even awash in the endorphins of the best orgasm of my life, a feeling close to dread simultaneously washed over me. As you can now see, it was a moment of ecstasy and near-horror at the same time.

But because Anna was at that moment smiling at me, clearly happy with herself for her amazing performance, I just hid the bad and focused on the good, beaming shyly back at her in gratitude, thanking her.

And then she popped the question.

She'd already asked me if I loved her little six-month old son Ben, who every day grinned at me, made weird noises like "la la la! la! maa la!," and pointed his little index finger out as I carried him to show which direction he wanted me to take him. To my surprise, I had fallen deeply for the little treasure, to the point where I was happy to change his diaper. What, you say? How is that possible? Well, when a baby is uncomfortable and messy, cleaning him or her up, and then feeding them, and dressing them in comfortable dry clothes, is deeply satisfying. I don't know if men especially can really understand this until they've done it. But I think for many men it's true. It certainly was for me, much to my surprise.

Right after Anna had asked me if I loved little Ben, and I'd said yes, she was moved to tears by this. She was crying a little about it and hugging me. And then she asked me how I felt about Ben's mother, about her.

I'd actually had a crush on Anna for years. And I'd had raw lust for her since I started to see her luscious milky breasts on a daily basis. But I'd also in the last several weeks quickly fallen in love with her more as a whole person. Even on her bad days, I suddenly had a deep well of feeling and empathy for her. I loved Anna, but had never said it to her in words, even though the way I acted around her probably gave her a good clue.

But she wanted her doubt eliminated, and so asked me:

"So, David, how do you feel about me now?"

"Oh, Anna," I said, still a little breathless, "you know how I feel about you. But I'm not sure I should say it. You do know after what just happened that I think you're the sexiest woman I've ever met."

"And?" She said, looking at me expectantly, seeming pretty confident in what else went with that.

"I want you to say it," Anna added.

She continued: "I've been able to tell since almost as soon as Nick left that you were under my spell, even when you tried to hide it. But now I want you to tell me how deep that spell goes."

She was grinning again like a cheshire cat, having just swallowed the canary of my cum.

"Oh Anna," I said, suddenly feeling almost weepy, because of how far I'd betrayed everyone's trust, "you know I love you. I love you so much."

It sounds strange, but I reached up to cover my mouth as I'd uttered this simple truth that was also a horror.

But Anna didn't seem horrified at all. She was gleeful, and grinned and laughed, saying, "I knew it! Oh David!" 

And then she was hugging me with her tits, and kissed me even as I was feeling that together we were in, as I've already said, some pretty deep shit.

But she wanted more, and said:

"What do you love about me? When did you fall in love with me? Tell me!"

I couldn't help but be carried away by her joy. If she could be made happy by my love, what else mattered?—At least at this moment.

"Well," I said, laughing with her, "which of those questions do you want answered first?"

"I want you to tell me what what you love about me first," she said, "leaning her elbow on the floor as her breasts still pressed against my chest in a wonderful way.

So I started there: "Well," I said, looking down at her pink areolas and nipples, at least as much as could be seen of them, "you have truly beautiful breasts."

"I know," she said, "But what do you love about them?" 

"Well, everything!" I said, laughing, "Their shape, their softness, your nipples, and, maybe most of all, your milk. A breast without milk is already so beautiful, but a breast with milk I now know is beyond amazing."

"Let me guess: The first time you loved me was the time that you first drank my milk from that bottle, right after I pumped it and it was still warm from my tit. Is that true?"

"That's probably partly true," I said with a smile, "Although I think I was in love with you even before that, and it just got stronger then. And even stronger when..."

"When you actually nursed on me?" She said with a confident smile.

"Yes," I said, and I could feel my dick revive and slowly start to lengthen again, which was pretty weird considering I'd just come a few minutes ago. I was glad she couldn't see that, for some reason.

"What else do you love about me?" Anna asked again, clearly wanting to hear more.

"Oh everything," I said, smiling at her as I reached up to stroke her beautiful red hair, and so I said, "Your goodness, your intelligence, your hair, your green eyes," I traced my finger gently down her face, "your freckles," I touched her mouth, "your lips."

"And?" She said, arching her eyebrows, clearly looking for more.

"What? I love everything about you," I said laughing.

"But I want you to tell me, specifically," she insisted.

"Well, your sense of humor, your empathy—Anna," I said, "I think I'm swelling your head here, this is ridiculous."

"I swelled your head in my mouth until it exploded. Now it's your turn," she said.

"True enough," I said, still amazed that my cock had shot its load into the beautiful mouth that was right now talking with me.

"OK. I love your burps."

"Really?"

"Yeah, that's how I could tell that you were really being yourself around me. Plus both of your boobs were out right then."

"Oh yeah," she said, remembering and smiling.

"What else?" She added.

"Your tummy and belly button."

"Even with the stretch marks?"

"Definitely. How else would we have Ben."

She smiled, and nodded for me to go on.

"Your legs, your toes with their little painted toenails."

"What about my butt?"

"Oh my god, you have an awesome butt!"

"And?"

"And?" I said, echoing her, wondering if she really wanted me to say it.

"What about what made you hard the day you saw me in the bath with Ben?"

"Yes, that was amazing. You're so beautiful, Anna."

"Did you really think so? I think they're a little weird looking," she said, referring to her pussy.

"Oh my god!" I said, "it was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen in my life." My dick throbbed as a picture came into my mind of her hairy mounds and pussy lips surrounded by curly wet red hair in the bath.

"Well, if like my mouth," she said, "just wait until you get to try the rest of me," and she looked over and saw that my cock was now already fully erect, and even throbbing and straining again.

"Wow. That was fast," she said, "But now it's my turn," She said, adding, "Unlike Nick, who usually didn't seem too worry much about me, I'm expecting something more from you, David."

And with that she started drawing flirty circles with her left index fingernail around my chest.

This was more new information about Anna and Nick's troubled sex life before he left for Afghanistan. Anna had already told me that Nick had been freaked out by the pregnancy, the birth of Ben, and the changes in Anna's body along the way, seemingly losing, as she told me, "most of his desire for me." And now it seems that when they actually had sex Nick got off, but left Anna to take care of herself. Oops.

The only problem, beyond that Anna was Nick's wife, of course, was that as a virgin I didn't know much about how to do for a woman what Anna had just done for me. I was eager to learn, and had done some amateur research on the internet, but...That, plus that fact that Nick might kill me when he got back put me in rather a conundrum. 

"Anna," I said, trying to figure out how to say some of this.

She looked at me expectantly, and happily, seemingly thinking that I'd be able to take care of her needs as well as I took care of Ben.

"Anna, I definitely owe you. Big time! But you'll have to be patient with me and teach me. I...I'm not just a virgin, I'm almost completely inexperienced."

"I know," she said, not seeming phased in the least, "shall we start?"

"Sure. But shouldn't we think about this? I mean, about Nick?"

"You didn't seem to be thinking about that much when I was sucking you off!" She said, genuinely annoyed, and her expression had turned from joyful to sour in a second.

"You're right. You're totally right! I'm sorry. If you'll teach me, I'll do anything you say. I want to make you happy, Anna. You deserve it!"

"Good!" She said, happy again.

"But I think maybe we should keep it to just...to oral, so that we don't cross that final line? And maybe just once or twice? I really don't think continuing this is such a good idea, as much as I love it."

"OK," she said, seeming surprisingly easy to satisfy, and then added, "we won't do anything that you don't want to do."

"Oh shit," I said, laughing and smiling "that's what I'm worried about!" 

She laughed too and raised her eyebrows suggestively.

I accidentally glanced down at my again straining and twitching cock. Anna, following my lead, turned and looked over at it too with an ironic and knowing smile.

"I know that part of you loves me without any ifs ands or buts."

"Yeah," I said, "Sorry."

"No," Anna said, "It's quite enjoyable after the lack of action with Nick."

"But we were talking about me," she added, and sat up and then stood up. "I want you to do for me what I did for you." She looked at her bikini bottom and it was clear she was about to take it off to, and then give me a lesson in going down on a woman.

But at that moment, Ben woke up from his nap and started crying.

She shrugged her shoulders, which made her boobs jiggle in a most delightful way, and said, "Later, then."

And she sauntered out of the room, top still off, to go nurse her baby.

The rest of that day was a maze of baby care and housework, with the necessary going out of the house for the work shift at the library. But I was walking on a cloud most of the day because of what had happened, and not surprisingly being even extra-nice to Anna. And when Anna looked at me she smiled knowingly. 

As night approached a delicate question presented itself, which I hesitantly asked of Anna as she sat on the couch, topless, nursing Ben: "Should I still go out on my date with Moira?"

Moira was Anna's beautiful best friend, and had asked me out on a date in part because she liked me, but more to protect Anna. Anna had even encouraged and partly arranged the date—but that was before Anna had sucked me off, and had gotten me to tell her that I loved her. Moira was perceptive, and could see just before it really happened that if Anna and I were left alone in this house too long that there would be trouble of the kind we were now in...

Anyway, Anna said, "It might make her suspicious to cancel at this point. But do you want to go on the date with Moira?"

"Sort of. But..."

"But what?" Anna asked with mock innocence, as I couldn't help but stare down at her free boob, which had a little drop of milk on it.

"Well, I know what we were doing was wrong," I said, "but I wonder if you'll be...I don't know how to say this. Jealous?"

Anna smiled. She looked confident. And sexy. 

"Maybe a little," she said, "but I think I have some things that put me on top."

"What do you mean?" I asked, puzzled.

"Well, I'm not sure Moira can compete with this."

And Anna put a hand under her generous free right breast, with its beautiful pink areola, and giggled it a little bit toward me. 

Ben de-latched from the left one, with a little slurping sound. Clearly he was done. 

She sat him on the ground, and he happily balanced while sitting. 

"There's some extra here," Anna said, smiling again while holding out her right breast with the drop of milk on it. "Do you want it?"

"Yes," I said, breathing a bit heavily and staring at the headlights of her boobs, mesmerized.

"I thought so," she said, smiling, and then licked her tongue theatrically and slowly around her lips to remind me of how she had swallowed down my less-tasty dick milk this morning, although seemingly with enthusiasm.

"But don't do anything you don't want to do," she said, with a mischievous look on her face as she spread her legs wide and beckoned me closer. 

"Shouldn't we go in the back room?" I said, with a worried look at the door.

"Nah," she said, "The blinds are down, the curtains are closed and the door is locked. If your Mom or someone else comes by we'll just stop, and then I'll put on my T-shirt."

She glanced at the big black T-shirt that she had next to her.

"What about Ben?"

"Oh, he's happy. He'll be fine," she said.

I looked around at him, and saw he was indeed playing with his toys and looking around in the middle of the room, on his blanket, without seemingly a care in the world. Well fed, and with a dry diaper, he was self-amusing at the moment.

And so I couldn't resist Anna or her milk, right in the living room, and yet more lines were crossed. 

I scooted up next to her on my knees as she sat on the couch. As I got right up to her, she gently pushed up her breast and nipple with one hand, while the other gently pulled my face and open mouth into contact.

I nursed firmly, sucking Anna's nipple, areola, and a good bit of her right breast right into my mouth. Her milk flowed into me, and she was sweet. It felt like drops of love were going down my throat. I looked up with wonder at Anna's beautiful freckled face, and flowing red hair, and she smiled back at me, looking confident in my adoration of her at that moment.

With my left hand on her the smooth swell of her breast, my other hand reached out and touched her warm belly above her belly button.

As I sucked, she put her hand over mine, affectionately.

She gently and firmly took hold of my hand, holding it for a few seconds while I nursed her. And then she slowly moved my hand down to her sweat pants, and then in. 

I stopped suckling, and popped off with a sound almost like Ben's, a little shocked.

"Ah! Ah!" She said, teacherishly, but still happy, "Keep sucking. You can walk and chew gum at the same time. Just follow my lead."

And so I nursed her again, while she slid my hand down to where her spread legs joined. I couldn't see it, but I could now feel her red-haired and wet pussy. Her mounds with the wet meaty center were intoxicating to me, especially because I'd never felt a cunt before in my life. I couldn't believe it: I was feeling Anna's cunt—and she wanted me to. My rock-hard cock was now throbbing in my shorts as she rubbed my fingers slowly up and down on her wet and warm mounds and folds.

I let out an involuntary moan: "Uhnn."

"You like that, do you?" She looked happy and horny.

I separated from her breast quickly to say, "Yes!" and then started nursing again while feeling Anna's lovely cunt under her sweats.

"Give me your finger," she said, and she then paralleled my middle finger under her sweats with her finger. After pausing for just a second, she slowly and gently pushed my finger all the way into her wet vagina.

"Ohh," I breathed in joyful surprise.

"Keep nursing," She said, smiling, looking even hornier as she pushed my finger down inside of her secret place.




Anna's Milk Ch. 03



She guided my finger in and out of her wet vagina, with a slow but firm rhythm that seemed to please her. And then she moved my finger out and up—to her clitoris, circling around a few times, and then back into her depths, this time even deeper. 

And now she moaned softly and breathed heavily: "Mmmm!"

She let go of my hand, but added, "keep going. I think you're getting the hang of this."

And so I did, remembering what she had done, but adding slightly different variations of pushing gently into her vagina, and then out to gently circle her clit, and then touch it.

She closed her eyes and opened her mouth, breathing more heavily. After a couple of minutes, she said, breathlessly, opening her eyes just to peek at me:

"Faster, David."

And so as I nursed on Anna's breast, still getting her sweet milk, I gradually started going faster and faster, and more and more on her clitoris. I could feel her pussy get even wetter, as her cunt hair started getting soaked with her juices.

"Harder!" She finally almost moaned.

In just another minute she started trembling and quivering, her face became flushed—and then suddenly a spasm shot through her, and especially through her cunt, and she cried out a quietly:

"Ahh! Ahhh!!"

She breathed for a little while as I looked at her beautiful flushed and freckled face. Now I was only gently "pretend nursing" on her breast, as I still looked up at her.

She just breathed for a minute more, looking relaxed and happy, and then she smiled down at me and said, "Very good, David. You finally made a woman come. How did it feel?"

As she said this she gently moved my right hand, which was still resting on her cunt with a finger part way inside her, slowly up to her mouth. And she kissed my finger that had made her come.

"How was it for me?" I said

She nodded, smiling.

"Oh my god. Incredible."

"I thought you liked it. Am I still your MILF?" She said, smiling.

"Yes!" I said.

"Well then, when are you going to fuck me?"

"Um...Well, what about Nick?"

"What about him?" She asked calmly.

"Uh...well, how is he going to react when he comes back?"

"Why? Are you going to tell him you've been sucking on my boob while putting your finger in my cunt? Would you tell him if you fucked me?" She smiled.

"No!" I said, shocked.

"Do you think I"m going to tell him?" She said, again calmly.

"No." I said, but with less certainty.

"Of course not!" Anna said, adding, "And so how would he find out?"

"I don't know..." I said, uncertainly.

"He won't!" Anna said, confidently.

"Well..." I said, still worried, but looking down with longing at Anna's crotch, and thinking about my cock being inside of where my finger had just been.

She saw my look and smiled, and then gently kissed my finger with her warm and wet mouth, and said, "Thank you, by the way."

I was so hard. And I wished suddenly that she'd lay down on the couch, pull down her sweats, and spread her legs, so that I could plunge my dick into her cunt right there. She seemed to sense that.

"Do you...want something?" She asked, playfully.

"Yes. But..." I tried to shake off my wild horniness and focus on something I knew I had to remember. And then with a shock it came to me, and the blood drained from my face and my dick at the same time, as I said:

"Moira's going to be over here in—" I looked at my watch "half an hour. For our date!"

Anna looked a little disappointed, but not much, as she glanced at the silly owl wall clock she had.

"You're right," she said, pleasantly. Adding: "you'd better get ready."

"Then you're...OK with it. I mean: you're not worried."

"I'm not worried," Anna said, with a wide smile that somehow seemed to hold a big secret. "I know you're going to be thinking about me even while you're with Moira."

I was taken aback, not sure what she was talking about. After what had just happened between us I probably couldn't get Anna out of my mind for more than a few minutes. But somehow I also imagined that Moira might be able to get my complete attention—if she wanted it, that is.

"You'd better shower and get ready," Anna continued, playfully. "And don't forget to wash your hand thoroughly."

"What?" I said, looking at my hand, puzzled.

"Smell it." Anna commanded.

I cautiously smelled my hand, and suddenly the rich smell of what I knew was Anna's cunt hit me: musky and yet sweet. It smelled a little like her milk tasted, full of the generating sources of life that she had as a woman and as a mother.

My eyes widened, and my mouth fell open a little bit as I smiled. 

"That's amazing," I finally said.

"Thanks," Anna said, suddenly blushing and looking almost shy.

Then she added, "Anyway, a woman—especially—knows that smell. And so unless you want Moira to know you had your finger inside of me, you'd better wash up."

"OK," I said, but hesitated.

My finger that had been in Anna's vagina was still close enough to my face that I could still slightly sense her essence. It was silly, but I was almost reluctant to wash it off.

I didn't want what might happen with Moira to ruin what I now seemed to have—as wrong as it was, as immoral as it was—with Anna.

"Are you really OK with this. I mean, what If Moira and I...?" I trailed off, not sure what to say.

"Make out?" Anna added, again with her mysterious and mischievous smile.

"Yeah. Or even more than that."

"Well," Anna said, and here she did look a little worried, "I hope you don't lose your virginity to her. But that's up to you. Anything short of that, however, and I mean—anything—and I think you should go for it. Savor it. Lap it up, even...

And here again her weird and strangely humorous look returned. It worried me somehow. But I couldn't put my finger on it. Perhaps that was because I was still smelling my finger that had been all the way in Anna.

"Really?" I asked.

"Yes, really!" Anna said, adding, "I regret that I didn't do more with Moira when I had the chance. Do at least enough so that you don't have that regret."

"OK. I'll go get ready," I said, and then finally looked back at Ben, who somehow while we were talking had laid himself down and was now peacefully napping on his blanket.

"If I'm not back when Moira gets here, please apologize for me and tell her I'll be right back!"

"Don't worry," Anna said, "I've got you covered."

Anna's cheshire cat smile haunted me as I ran out of the carriage house and up to the big house. The house was empty, since Mom and Dad were still at work. I went to my room, quickly stripped off my clothes, hopped into the shower, and started washing—especially the middle finger of my right hand.

As I was doing that my dick started filling with blood and lengthening like a little snake dangling down between my legs. I watched with fascination and yet almost horror at this thing that almost seemed to have a mind of its own. It jerked up and up, until it was standing almost straight up, looking at me with its one blind eye (isn't there a band with almost that name, I thought, just figuring this reference out as my dick "looked" at me).

It seemed to say: "Since you didn't get me into that vagina that your finger so enjoyed, you'd better take care of me some other way."

"I don't have time," I said to my erect cock, although it probably wouldn't have taken more than about two minutes at this point.

But instead I got out and dried off, looking at myself in the mirror as my still-hard popsicle waved back and forth at me in the mirror. 

Moira? Or Anna?

Oh my god. 

After years of lonely horniness, I suddenly had a chance with two of the most luscious and wonderful women I'd ever met—both of them out of my league in normal circumstances.

But somehow it seemed as much hell as heaven, no matter what way I turned: get together with Moira, if that were even possible, and I'd lose Anna. Love Anna, and then lose Moira, and then Nick, and and then maybe my life. 

When was Nick going to be back on leave? Maybe it would be worth if I got to fuck Anna almost every day between now and then? A tragic life, but very happy until the end?

Or maybe he wouldn't find out?

Right.

I imagined a hail of gunfire, and my body leaking blood all over my parents' driveway as Nick stood over me. He would then point the M-16 at his head, and...

My cock wilted. Shit.

I got dressed in a paisley shirt, black jeans, and black boots. I hadn't shaved that day, and I actually looked quite good as studied myself again in the mirror with my dick thankfully hidden and soft: Very young bohemian yuppy. Or something. 

I rushed downstairs and almost ran into my mother.

"Woah there young man!" She said, in an intentional parody of what a mother would say.

Then she studied me, and looked almost shocked at my dressed-up appearance.

"Hey," she said in a quiet and suddenly very interested voice, "Where are you going?"

"On a date," I said, looking down and blushing.

"A date?" She clearly couldn't believe it. It was embarrassing, but it was true: I very rarely went on dates. I was just too shy.

"Yeah, it's a thing where to people who like each other—or might like each other—hang out."

"Yeah, but..." my Mom was rendered nearly speechless. She finally managed to spit it out:

"Who?"

"Moira," I admitted, and I couldn't help but smile quite wide as I looked my Mom in the eye.

"Moira!? Moira Roth?!" She was clearly astonished, but suddenly smiling.

"Yeah."

"But..." she added, and trailed off

It seemed like my Mom was about to say something like: isn't she out of your league? Or, don't do anything I wouldn't do. Or something equally painful. What she did say was even more obvious, however, and just as painful.

"Moira's from one of the best Jewish families in town."

That was a very good thing for Mom, because she was Jewish too, even though Dad wasn't—although my whole family was very secular.

"Yeah, Mom, I know. But don't start thinking what you're thinking."

I knew Mom was suddenly thinking that I might someday get a chance to marry to a nice, very smart, very pretty, and very rich Jewish girl from "one of the best families in town." My Mom usually did a good job of pretending she wasn't like this, but sometimes it came out.

"It's just a first date. I don't even know if there will ever be any others!"

She stared at me, seemingly in a daze of confusion.

"It was set up by Anna," I finally explained.

"Well," my Mom said, and comprehension dawned on her middle-aged, and yet pretty and nicely made up (without "work" having been done on it) face, "that was a very thoughtful thing of Anna to do....I didn't know she had it in her."

"Yes," I said, smiling again, although I could tell she was being catty.

"Don't waste this opportunity, David. You've always told me how smart Moira is, and I know she's beautiful. But you're not such a bad catch yourself. You can hold your own in both departments. In fact, you're looking very handsome right now."

"Thanks, Mom," I said, rolling my eyes as I started to walk away. I yelled behind me:

"Late already. Gottta go. Love ya!"

I walked out the back door to take the short walk to the carriage house. It was a sultry summer night. The stars were just starting to come out, even though it was already rather late. 

As I walked by Moira's emerald green Miata with the tan-leather interior, I wondered what the night would hold.

In the carriage house I could hear that Moira and Anna were talking, but their voices were low enough I couldn't hear what they were saying. And I was glad to see from the outside that it was completely private. There seemed no way to see what anyone was doing in the living room with the blinds and thick curtains drawn.

I didn't usually knock, so as not to wake up the baby, and also because Anna didn't want me to in any case, but this time I did.

The door opened, and I was greeted by a vision of short brunette loveliness: Moira.

"Hey babe!" she said, and leaned up to casually give me an almost European kiss on the cheek.

She had more make up on than normal, and her red lips looked luscious. Her black blouse was low cut, making the most of her modest cleavage. As sometimes happened outside of school, Moira wasn't wearing a bra, and I could just see that her small nipples were visible through the sheer fabric. She also had on a shortish black skirt on the showed off her tanned and muscled legs. My dick stirred to life again.

"Well, there you are!" Anna said, and I thought I detected a hint of jealously and disgust as she caught me stealing a glance at her best friend's breasts.

"You're only a little late," she added, "but you know how Moira doesn't like to be kept waiting."

"That's me," Moira said, "almost never on time, but the one time I am on time I'm annoyed if anyone else is late!" This was very weak humor for the usually funny Moira, but she seemed set off-balance because of the weird vibe that had suddenly started blossoming in the room.

Baby Ben was in the middle of the room, sitting up on his blanket, and when he saw me he smiled a huge smile and reached out his arms to be picked up.

I walked over to do just that, tickling him on purpose a little as I held him in my arms. Baby Ben erupted in a very satisfying explosion of giggles.

"Jeeze!" Moira said, looking at me with a bit of wonder. "He's a natural, this one. I'm glad my mother can't see this. She'd start planning the wedding already."

I blanched. Literally, the blood started draining from my face, and I almost froze.

Ben picked up my change of mood, immediately stopped giggling, and then started studying my face, looking worried.

"What?" Moira and Anna said in stereo.

"Oh, nothing," I said, suddenly giggling at myself, which seemed like a big relief to Ben. I put him down on his blanket again to play with his toys, adding: "It's just my Mom."

"What about her?" Moira said, getting a curious look on her face.

"Oh, that was pretty much her reaction when I told her I was dating the great, unattainable, Moira Roth."

"She said that?" Moira said, looking puzzled.

"Not in those words, but that seemed more or less the idea. I've talked about how smart you are for years from the AP classes we've had..."

Suddenly it was awkward. I was already bombing my first date with Moira.

Anna tried to come to my rescue, but actually made it worse by saying, "David, you should tell Moira how beautiful she's looking."

"Well, of course she's beautiful," I said, as if it were a given, "In fact, tonight I'd say she's drop-dead gorgeous!"

"Thanks," Moira said with a tolerant smile, looking nonplussed, "But if I am, why don't you?"

I paused for second, then on a whim suddenly pantomimed a slow-motion combination heart-attack and epileptic fit, while simultaneously looking longingly at Moira and reaching out for her. I collapsed on the floor making funny faces.

Baby Ben had never seen this before, and he thought it was the funniest joke of his whole life. He literally howled with uncontrollable laugher and giggles that didn't seem like they would ever stop. He opened his mouth so wide as he laughed that he showed off the two teeth he had that were just coming in—one on top and one below.

Moira started laughing herself at this, and so did Anna, as Ben's peals of laugher continued to my funny faces, as I tried to die and admire Moira's beauty at the same time.

"But, David," Moira said, smiling very wide herself at the still laughing Ben as I twitched on the ground, "don't you know that in any relationship I'm in *I* have to be the funny one?!"

"Well," I said, in between spasms and more giggles from Ben, "You can...do it too. Just...say that I'm drop-dead...gorgeous, and then do it!"

"DA-vid!" Moira said loudly, with sudden theatrical exuberance that immediately got Ben's attention, "You *are* looking GOR-geous tonight. Drop-dead GORgeous. And I have every intention of getting inside your pants!"

At this Moira began her own version of the slow-motion combination heart-attack and epileptic fit, weaving around the room much more gracefully than I had, almost like a dance, before twitching and falling on the floor.

Ben thought this was even funnier, and started almost screaming with laughter, which made Moira look quite satisfied as she continued her version of the act from the rug.

I, in the meantime, was shocked and also pleased at what Moira had just said: Get in my pants? My dick twitched and started filling with blood again. I was glad it seemed invisible. But if I got a full erection it might not be.

Moira was completely focused on Ben, however, and seemed to be completely taken with him for the first time as he laughed so hard at her he seemed about to cry.

"OK you two," Anna said, looking between us with a slightly pained expression as we writhed on the floor.

Anna picking Ben up, and said: "you'd better get going!"

"Yeah," Moira said, the act suddenly over. "David, help me up!" 

On a whim I gently scooped her up from the ground into my arms, cradling her there for just a moment. She just let it happen, and smiled up at me, surprised and gracious. And then I put her gently on her feet.

Ben thought this was funny too, and he laughed one more time. But suddenly he seemed tired. We'd worn him out.

"Do you have the...?" Anna asked Moira.

"Yes!" Moira said, patting her purse, "All set."

"See you babe!" Moira said to Anna, kissing her on the cheek, "And you too: babe!" And she kissed Ben gently on the cheek. He smiled.

"OK big boy." She said, looking over at me. And then she looked down theatrically at my crotch while smiling, and added: "Let's go!"

I couldn't bear to look at Anna's face just then, and so I just walked out without looking, and called out behind me a bit too casually: "See ya!"

I heard Anna say quietly, "Bye," and the door was shut.

To our surprise, my Mom just "happened" to be out at Moira's Miata.

"Oh hello, Moira!" Mom said, as if reading a line from a play.

"Hello, Mrs. Brackman. What a pleasure to see you."

Jeeze, as Moira herself would say: it was like Drama Club today between the two of them.

"Sharon, please!"

"Sharon then," Moira said, smiling, with seemingly nearly infinite charm and graciousness, leaning up to give another one of her casual and yet formal kisses to my Mom.

My mother was not just charmed, but was almost misting up, and seemed to be drinking in Moira's beauty with her eyes.

"You look lovely, Moira, as always." Mom gushed.

"Oh this?" Moira said with false modesty looking down at her clothes and fancy shoes, which I just noticed had nice bit of what Anna called "toe cleavage." 

"Just something I picked up on sale at Neiman Marcus. But you are looking *gorgeous* tonight, Sharon."

I couldn't quite stifle my giggle at this inside joke. Unfortunately, my middle-aged but pretty and well-coiffed Mom caught it.

"Never mind David," she said with some annoyance, "he's got a weird sense of humor."

"I noticed," Moira said, "he was making me, Anna, and especially baby Ben break-up with laughter in there."

"Was he really?" My Mom said, sounding a bit too surprised.

"OK you two," I said, sounding almost like Anna, and almost sensing danger ahead, "We need to get going."

"About that," Moira suddenly interjected, "Mrs. Beck—Sharon. I just wanted to let you know that David and I have planned a sleepover at my house. And so don't expect him back tonight."

"Oh?" My Mom tried to smile, but it didn't look right. She recovered herself as rapidly as she could, and added in a bit too chipper a way:

"Sounds like fun!"

"Oh, I think it will be!" Moira said with a sly grin, seeming to enjoy that she'd just hit my Mom over the head with almost a two by four.

My Mom looked over at me, and I'm afraid I probably looked almost as shocked as she did, which puzzled her even more. But being sharp-eyed as usual, in spite of her surprise, she noticed I didn't have even a backpack with me.




Anna's Milk Ch. 03



"Does he need anything? Pajamas? A toothbrush?"

"We've got it all set," Moira said, as she walked over to the passenger side of her Miata and opened the door to let me in, playing the gentleman's role as she ushered me in: "He's going to borrow my extra jammies. And I've got a new toothbrush for him too!"

This was all news to me. I didn't dare look at my Mom. I got in the sports car, and then looked down and pretended to be quite busy buckling my seatbelt.

"Well, so long Sharon!" Moira said, smiling, as she got in and started her car, not bothering to buckle her seatbelt.

That wasn't something that happened in my family: not just not buckling the seatbelt, but any of what had happened in the last minute. But it wasn't over.

"Say hi to your parents for me!" My Mom suddenly blurted out to Moira while waving, finally seeming to have something useful to say that she could hold onto.

"Oh, they're both at the Lake House for the weekend!" Moira yelled back over the sound of the engine, with an even bigger smile, and then waved jauntily, and started backing her Miata out of our long driveway quite fast.

My Mom looked like she'd swallowed a toad as she rapidly shrank in the headlights.

Once we got out to the street I couldn't keep it in anymore, and said with shock and laughter:

"Shit! Shit!! Moira, you're fearless!"

"You've just noticed?" Moira said, and then floored the car, peeling out a little and was soon going almost double the slow 25 mph speed limit on our fortunately long and straight street.

"At least buckle your seatbelt!" I yelled with a mix of annoyance and alarm as the wind rushed past us.

"OK!" Moira said cheerfully, and almost slammed on the brakes. We came to a sudden halt. My seatbelt locked up as I lurched forward.

"Don't looked so worried, David," Moira said, as she glanced over while buckling her seatbelt, "Don't you like fast women in fast cars?"

"Uhhhh...?" I said.

"Seriously, David. It's OK. I'm just having some fun. Give me a kiss."

And she leaned over and puckered up her lips in a cute way.

I gave her a kiss in her little sports car. Her lips were soft and warm, her tongue tasted sweet, and she smelled beautiful, with a scent of fancy soap and just a hint of some exotic and sensual perfume. It smelled expensive. And then I suddenly remembered what it reminded me of a just little: Anna's cunt. I wondered if they formulated some "essence of sweet and musky pussy" to add to Moira's perfume.

As we separated Moira smiled at me, and I smiled back. I was glad she couldn't read my mind at that moment.

"OK, babe," Moira said, "Our date has started."

I hesitated to say it, but blurted out: "You were kind of mean to my Mom."

"Yeah," Moira said with a sigh, "I'm sorry. I wish I could blame it on PMS. But, actually—I'm ovulating right now!"

She said the last part as if this would be meaningful and happy news to me. But then she saw that I was totally mystified. 

"That's too much information for you, right?" She added.

"Uhhh...?" I said, lost.

"Did you even know it was good timing to have a date with woman who's ovulating?" Moira smiled and raised her eyebrows. What does that mean to you?"

"Uhhh...family Planning??," I said, genuinely puzzled and thinking it was definitely TMI.

Moira laughed as if I'd told a joke, then started driving again at a much more normal speed, only slightly exceeding the speed limit.

"That's a start!" Moira said, seeming amused as she shifted. Then she added, glancing over at me once-in-a-while, "Why don't you ask Anna about it after tonight. But don't talk about the family planning part. That's a delicate subject with her. I mean Ben is great, but...shit! What a mess she's gotten herself into."

"OK," I said, laughing uncomfortably. 

I then tried to change the subject by saying: "I looked at the theater listings, and there are maybe a few good movies we could see tonight."

Moira wrinkled her cute and slightly freckled nose up, looked over at me, and said, "I really just feel like cuddling up at home with some good take out. Does Indian work for you?"

"Yeah," I said with a bit of wonder, realizing that she probably hadn't been kidding with what she'd said to my Mom.

"Great!" she said, "What Indian dishes do you like?" 

My family did do Indian a lot, and so I knew what I liked.

"Aloo gobi?" I said.

"Oh yeah!" Moira said with enthusiasm, "that spicy cauliflower and potato one! What else?"

"Well, a spicy lamb curry can be pretty good."

"Spicy lamb curry! David: that's one of my favorites. What else?"

"Vegetable Samosas?" 

"Check." Moira said, as she gracefully shifted her fancy manual Miata, which did almost seem like the car version of her. We were almost to her house already.

"Anything else?" She asked.

"You pick," I said, "Surprise me."

"Sure," Moira said in almost dangerous way, adding, "I like surprising you."

We went into her huge house, which was even bigger than my parents', and she walked me directly to her bedroom, which I'd never seen. I'd known her for several years, but just at school. I was not someone that she invited to her birthday parties.

Her bedroom was large and elegant, and yet somewhat messy. She picked up a few dirty clothes off the floor, including two pairs of colored underwear, and just threw them in a corner. 

"Well, here we are!" she announced, looking at me and smiling, "my sanctum sanctorum." We'd had Latin together, and so I knew it meant "Holy of Holies." 

"You just sit here," she said, gently pushing me down with her hands onto her unmade Queen-sized bed, "and I'lll order the Indian."

"Think good thoughts about me!" She added with a conspiratorial wink.

I've mentioned that Moira was pretty. But it's difficult to describe how pretty. Like Anna, she could sometimes almost take my breath away, but otherwise they were entirely different. I guess Moira was a little like a mix between Winona Ryder in the 1990s and Mia Kirshner from the later show "The L Word." But Moira wasn't as busty as Winona or Mia...

Anyway, as I heard Moira on her parents phone in the hall ordering Indian food for delivery, I looked around her room—or rooms, I should say. Moira really had a three-room suite to herself: a large bedroom, a second room that was more like a sitting room or small living room, and then I could see through another door that she had her own large bathroom, with—I could just see it in the dim light—a large jacuzzi bathtub.

The furniture was elegant, but a weird mish-mash of frilly historical stuff (her dresser, as well as her couch and love seat) and modernist (her beautiful, huge wooden desk, which was piled with papers and junk). 

The decorations were similarly all-over-the map, from Disney to Goth, pretty dolls to...a bong, which I suddenly saw sitting out as plain as day on her bedside table a few feet away from me.

Shit. I was in over my head in so many ways I'd started to loose count.

Moira came back in, smiling and saying, "It's all set. Should be here in half and hour or so," and then to my horror she walked right over to her bong and picked it up.

"I've got some amazing Maui-Wowie!" She smiled a big smile until she saw my face, and then it faded as she saw my worried expression.

"Oh my god," she said, "You've never...?"

"No," I admitted, "I haven't."

"Well," Moira said, hopefully, "No time like the present?"

"Ummm?" I said, stalling for time.

"You don't have to if you don't want to," Moira said, "But is it OK if I just have a little? Honestly, I very rarely do it. And almost never during the school year. How could I be Valedictorian, otherwise? Seriously. It's really just a once-in-a-blue-moon thing on a rare weekend when the 'rents are away. And just a *little* bit. I'm not a stoner, I promise."

"OK," I said, smiling slightly, "just a little. But you'll have to teach me. I've never done one of these things before."

Moira smiled. She hadn't pressured me into it, but it did seem like maybe I'd just passed a little test.

"Sure, babe, I'll teach you. I figured that's part of what this date is about!"

And then as I watched her she raised her eyebrows and got one of her comic faux-horny looks. I cracked up.

"You're laughing now, but just wait until!—OK, let me back up: This, my friend, is a water bong. In spite of my messy room, I want to promise you that this bong was completely cleaned and sterilized just today. As you see, it's got this glass bulb—isn't that light blue pretty?—with pure filtered water in it—and I even added several ice cubes earlier, but they've all melted—and then it's got this container that I've already loaded up with a bit of the Maui-Wowie."

First, her bong—like almost everything else about her—seemed fancy and expensive. I have little experience with such things to this day, but it looked like a hand-crafted thing with a high price-tag.

Second, I couldn't believe she'd just left it out in her room. But as sometimes happened, Moira seemed to be almost reading my mind, which was a little weird at times:

"Oh, don't worry, David. I never leave it out. Never. Well, just this once. I knew you were coming over and got it out especially. It's only been there for an hour, and I know I probably shouldn't have done that. As soon as we have a little toke, I'm going to wash it, and then hide it in my special hiding place immediately. And then we'll open the windows and turn on the fan in the bathroom so that the smoke goes away. It will. Really."

"OK," I said, a little weakly.

"Here," she said, smiling warmly as if at a kid to calm me down, "Let me show you: You just take the lighter."

And then she picked up from the side table an expensive-looking lighter with an "MJR" monogram engraved in it, and then sat down on her bed next to me. In fact, touching me. I could feel her warmth, which felt lovely.

"You just put your mouth here, and then while your lighter is on you suck in gently. The cold water cools and mellows the smoke. Watch!"

And then she expertly lit the Maui-Wowie, and sucked in what looked like a good amount of smoke, which I could see vanishing into her open mouth.

When she was done, she held in the smoke and talked in a funny way: "See? Nothing to it!"

After holding it several seconds seconds, she blew it out. I instantly recognized the pot smell from times I'd passed stoners in the park.

"You ready?" Moira said.

"What does it do?" I asked.

"Oh, not that much, especially with the little bit that we're doing. Just mellows you out. Makes you a bit hungry. Makes you laugh a little more. And it's fun with sex."

I couldn't help but smile in a nervous, but at the same time awe-struck way as I looked at her.

"I thought that one might get you," Moira smiled in a genuinely amused way, "You suddenly looked like a kid in a candy store. You really like me, huh?"

Moira looked pleased. Her eyes were already starting to look a little different. A little dreamy and stoner-ish.

"Here. Let me light it for you. Just suck it in and hold in the smoke for a little while. And...now!"

I put my mouth to the opening and sucked in slowly, while Moira lit the rest of the Maui-Wowie. I could feel the smoke going into me, but it was cool and mellow, like she said.

When my lungs were full I stopped, holding it in for several seconds. But not being used to even mellow smoke, which I'm not to this day, I then coughed a little and the smoke came out.

"That's fine," Moira said kindly, smiling. "That's probably enough for a first-timer. Let me put this away."

And then Moira efficiently walked into her bathroom, turned on the light and the fan, and immediately started washing the thing out in her sink. She dried it with a towel with equal efficiency, and then walked to her dresser, opened the the large bottom drawer, moved some clothes aside, and then put the thing in a cardboard shoe box. She wrapped it up in the piles of fancy paper inside, and then shoved it way in the back, moving some clothes in front of it.

Closing the drawer, she walked over the her windows and opened them, and I could soon feel the evening breeze start to blow away the smoke. I enjoyed how Moira moved, so confidently and gracefully, as well as the elegance of her clothes. I liked even the messiness of her room, because it showed Moira wasn't perfect. She was an amazing human being, but flawed like the rest of us.

When she was done with all that, she came back over to the bed, took off her shoes, and sat down, turning toward me. I turned toward her and smiled.

"How are you feeling?" She said, studying my face and echoing my smile.

"Fine," I said. She was so close to me that again I could feel her warmth. I was looking right into her eyes in a way that I never had before.

"Moira, you have beautiful eyes," I said with wonder.

"Why thank you, David," she said, looking like she was trying to keep from laughing, "What do you like about them?' And she fluttered her pretty eyelashes a few times—which looked amazing.

I laughed a little, and then said:

"Well, it not just the beautiful colors—the liquid brown with the little tiny bits of yellow, it's that I can see your sense of humor in your eyes. I could even see the laugh in them that you didn't let out."

And now she did laugh, and I joined her.

"Thanks, David," Moira said.

And then she studied me some more in a curious way as she saw that I was still looking at her beautiful face, as if seeing it for the first time.

"Go on," Moira said, encouragingly.

"Your lips are really beautiful too, but they look so different with this lipstick on..."

I suddenly added: "Oh my god: I'm stoned, aren't I?"

"Yes," Moira said, "But it's OK, babe. You were saying about my lips. Would you like to kiss them?"

"Yes!" I said with genuine enthusiasm and wonder. I could feel in the core of my being that it would be good to kiss Moira.

She laughed, and I laughed too.

"OK then," she said.

And she angled her face up so we could kiss, somehow simultaneously moving my hands to her slender and warm waist. 

We kissed again and our sweet tongues gently met, and it was the most sensual and natural kiss I'd had in my young life, easily topping our other kisses. It went on quite some time.

Finally we separated, both a little breathless, and each looking into each other's eyes somehow boldly and shyly at the same time.

"Didn't know...you...had it in you...David," Moira said, almost panting from the kiss. She looked actually horny now rather than faux horny.

But I was already studying her silky black blouse through which I could feel her warmth. 

"This fabric feels so soft."

Unselfconsciously, I gently traced with the back of my right index finger slowly up from her belly to the start of the swell of her left breast.

"Sorry," I said, stopping as I realized I was about to trace up to her small nipple that was peeking through the sheer fabric.

"You can keep going," Moira said, still looking turned on, "but I get the same privilege."

With that she reached up her hand and firmly cupped and then squeezed my right peck through my paisley shirt.

"Mmmm," She said, "Have you been working out?"

"Swimming," I said, feeling a little surprised that she seemed as interested in my chest as I seemed in hers.

"Look what I found!" she added as she rubbed back and forth across my nipple through the shirt, making it hard.

"That tickles!" I said, laughing.

"I know. You try."

I rubbed up and then gently cupped her almost pointy breast through the thin fabric. It was very clear now she did not have a bra on. What a beautiful and amazing shape her breast was! And then I traced around her nipple slowly, and I could see it getting a little bigger through the fabric.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang.

I must have looked like I thought the cops were at the door—for the pot, or for me feeling up the unattainable Moira Roth's boob.

"It's just the food," Moira said, laughing a little, and then firmly squeezed my hand that was still on top of her boob, which made me squeeze her breast much more firmly than I had myself.

"I'll be right back. Can you remember where you were?"

I nodded, smiling.

"Good!" She said and strode off, grabbing her purse from the back of her desk chair as she left.

I could hear her talking to the delivery guy for longer than it would take to just pay, but in a few minutes she was back.

"Sorry about that," she said, smiling and holding the bag of Indian food, "The delivery guy has kind of a thing for me."

Looking at lovely Moira, I suddenly felt quite viscerally that a lot of guys, and women too, would have a thing for her.

I couldn't stop myself, and said, as she unpacked the delicious-smelling little boxes and put on them on her bedside table, "A lot of people have a thing for you, don't they."

It was a statement, not a question, and she answered in kind.

"Yeah," she said, smiling and admitting it, "Some days I almost have to fight them off."

"I know why you're doing this date with me," I said, still serious. 

Moira turned and looked at me, sensing my suddenly altered mood: "Yeah?"

She looked a little worried.

"You're trying to protect Anna."

"Oh David," she said, and paused. Then she added, thoughtfully, "I admit that's part of it. I think Anna's attracted to you, and I can tell you think she's the bees knees." Moira had this weird way of talking sometimes that was like really old movies, which from some posters in her room it was clear she was a fan of.

"And I get it," she went on, "Anna is very hot. I'm only part lezzie, and even I want to jump her bones—so I can just imagine how you feel. But the two of you doing something, obviously, is not a good idea. In fact, it might be a disaster on top of an already difficult situation."

"But honestly, I wouldn't be here kissing you, sharing my precious Maui-Wowie, and letting you feel me up If I didn't like you. I do like you. And the more we make out, so far the more I like you. It may not be entirely fair, but in case you haven't noticed: life isn't fair."

"Yeah," I said, feeling the truth of that the last few weeks somehow more than I usually did.

"All those years that we had classes together, did you think you were ever going to feel my boobs?"

"Never," I admitted, smiling.

"Did you ever want to?"

"Maybe a few times," I admitted shyly.

"So, I'd say you're pretty lucky right now."

"Yeah," I said, closing my eyes as the food smells drifted my way. Suddenly I didn't care about any of this. I really wanted to eat.

"Don't you just want to eat Indian right now more than you ever have in your life?" Moira said, reading my mind again.

"Yeah!" I said, opening my eyes and looking at the boxes in an almost horny way, "Where are the plates?"

"We don't need any," Moira said, adding: "Let's just feed each other with our fingers."

"OK," I said, thinking this sounded weird but interesting, but even in my stoned state adding, "Let's wash our hands!"

"Good idea," Moira said, and we got up together and walked into the bathroom.

Her bathroom was huge, almost like the size of a small bedroom, with the large jacuzzi tub I saw earlier, and a long marble-topped double sink.

I walked to the sink closer to the toilet, trying to be gentlemanly and give her the one nearer to her. 

But as I turned on the water, got some soap from a dispenser, and started washing my hands, she walked past me to the toilet and said,

"Just stay right there! I need to pee."

I couldn't help myself from looking over as she somehow lifted up her skirt, pulled down her underwear to her knees and sat down on the toilet, almost all at the same time.

It was all so fast I just stood there with soap on my hands, staring

Moira smiled up at me, and after a few seconds I heard her pee start flowing. I couldn't see anything, because everything was hidden by her black skirt, but she seemed clearly to enjoy me watching her, looking halfway shocked and halfway turned on.




Anna's Milk Ch. 03



Suddenly she said, "Look!" and lifted up her skirt and spread her legs a bit more.

I stared as I now saw a stream of pee flowing out of Moira's black-haired pussy between her legs in the well-lit bathroom. Clearly she didn't shave more her cunt than the minimum needed to wear a bikini. Some people like the shaved look, but to me hair down there is a big turn on—and I was now looking right at the triangle of Moira's furry twat as she relieved herself, with her pinkish-brownish labia poking through.

Moira's pussy was now one of two "most beautiful things I'd ever seen in my life"—the other being Anna's red-haired cunt.

"Preview of coming attractions," Moira said, and then put down her skirt, clearly enjoying the effect she'd just had on me.

"Wow," I said, looking very happy and kinda stoned—I could tell, because I was looking at myself in the mirror as I saw myself washing my hands while thinking about Moira's Bermuda Triangle.

I've thought about this several times since. There's something that's such a turn-on in the contrast between a pretty woman's face and the raw sexuality of her cunt. I've heard a pussy with prominent labia called a hairy oyster. To some that doesn't sound pretty, I guess, but to me and some straight men and gay women that's one of the most beautiful things imaginable. 

Seemingly picking up on how turned on she'd just made me, Moira then turned to me again and added in a mock-innocent voice, "Would you like to wipe me?" 

She held out some TP to me, wide-eyed and innocent looking, with her skirt lifted again and her legs spread.

I looked down again at Moira's pussy with horny awe. I could see a few little drops of pee in her muff. I could also see again her fascinating slightly spread pussy lips peeking through, and even the bud of her clit. 

I was about to take the TP she was holding out, when she playfully pulled it back and said:

"Well, I guess that might ruin the effect of washing your hands. But you can watch!"

As I watched, Moira kept her skirt pulled up I could see as she gently and yet firmly dabbed her pussy. She then showed me the results on the now somewhat wet TP, then dropped it between her legs into the toilet.

She flushed, while somehow simultaneously pulling up her underwear, straightening down her skirt, and standing up. How did she do that almost all at the same time, I wondered? A lot of practice, I guess.

"You've never seen anything like that before, have you?" she said in her more normal voice again, as she walked to the other sink, to the sounds of water swirling down the toilet.

"No!" I was obviously fascinated and really turned on, and even in my stoned state almost trembling a little.

"Well, you're easily entertained," She said, looking pleased with her performance as she got soap on her hands and started washing, "You looked almost like an art lover who has just seen the Mona Lisa for the first time in real life."

"Oh my god," I said as I met Moira's eyes in the mirror, "You look kind of like the Mona Lisa—except you're prettier!" We'd also had AP Art History together.

"Well, now you know what the Mona Lisa looked like when she peed." Moira said, nonchalantly. 

"But there's one way I don't look like the Mona Lisa," she added, raising her eyebrows at me in the mirror in her comic and sexy way, adding, "In the eyebrow department I'm closer to Frida Kahlo!"

I laughed because she was funny, because I was stoned, and because she was right—famously the Mona Lisa had seemingly almost no eyebrows, while Kahlo had a unibrow. But Moira was not quite right, I realized, as my laugh died away and I studied Moira's black eyebrows in the mirror as she finished washing. Moira did not have a unibrow.

"Let's eat!" She announced, seemingly all business now. Moira had almost bewildering shifts of personality at times. First seductive and role-playing, and then all matter-of-fact and let's-get things-done. It sometimes left my head spinning.

And she had the dinner plan all worked out, seemingly having done this before. She spread out a blanket on the floor ("aren't those purple and dark red colors pretty! It was made for me by my grandma with colors I picked out as a little girl!"). It was almost like for a picnic, with the boxes of Indian food there as well as two large cans of cold Sapporo with condensation on them, which she retrieved from her parents' fridge. 

And then she put on some mysterious and exotic guitar music on the boombox on her desk.

"African guitar—Ali Farka Toure—Japanese beer, and Indian food. It's a really good combo. Trust me."

I did.

We sat down across from each other as she quickly opened all the boxes of messy-looking but delicious-smelling food. 

She then stood up and, without hesitation, took off her designer blouse over her head, throwing it over to her pile of clothes, revealing her amazing breasts. They were smallish, and looked almost like wide champagne glasses with wide areolas and little nipples. Then she unhitched her skirt and likewise threw it away. Even though I'd just seen her pussy, for some reason she kept on her white underwear and sat down. She appeared to be lightly tanned all over. Clearly she sunbathed nude.

Even though I'd just seen her pussy, somehow I still was surprised.

"What? I don't want to get the clothes that, as I told your Mom, I just got from Neiman Marcus, dirty quite yet. I figured you'd enjoy the view anyway, and I hoped you'd do the same for me."

I got over my surprise and, trying to keep up with her, quickly followed her lead. I stripped down to my briefs, which were fortunately black, but they were a little small. They still fairly clearly showed my erect cock with it's fairly large head.

I shyly put my hands, as if casually, in front of my crotch.

"Nice chest!" Moira said. "And don't worry about the other 'thing': It's OK. I'm flattered," Moira said, "And unlike you I've seen people naked before. Anyway, I can barely see anything, except that your meat is about to poke out of the top!" 

She laughed.

"Here, speaking of meat, have some lamb," and she held out with her fingers a dark piece of lamb curry, lightly steaming and dripping with sauce.

I sat down cross-legged, leaned forward, and ate the meat off of her fingers while stealing looks at her luscious medium-small boobs. She said, "two treats in one," and winked again at me. The food was heavenly—spicy but complex, and very meaty in an almost sexual way.

"Yum!" I said, and then coughed at the spiciness. It was very spicy. My eyes were watering.

And as I coughed and reached for the beer, sure enough the tip of my dick seemed ready to pop out at almost any moment, which made me nervous. Somehow I was still shy about revealing my raw hard cock to Moira, not that she seemed like the kind to be shocked by anything. I guzzled some beer to calm my cough.

I picked up a piece of the curry to give to her, gently putting it in her mouth. As she chewed her face got a look of extreme pleasure. and then she moaned like she was having an orgasm: "Mmmm! Oh! Uh! Uhh!"

"Guess you like it?" I laughed.

"Yum, give me your fingers, you've still got some sauce on them."

She sucked on them, essentially giving my index and middle finger a little blow job.

I raised my eyebrows in surprise as the blood to my cock surged and my dick twitched as I felt her warm tongue and throat sucking me—and then to my almost horror the redish-purplish head of my cock popped out of my underwear.

"Hello there!" she said, giggling and gawking, before I quickly tucked it back in.

"Awww. I think he wanted to meet me," she said, and then laughed again, which giggled her seemingly gravity-defying breasts in a charming way, "Or is that 'meat' me! Get it: m-e-a-t?"

I was embarrassed. 

"Don't be shy, David, look: I've got the equivalent of a hard-on too," and she pointed at the middle of her white undies, which had a small moist spot right over the entrance to her vagina.

My eyes widened with wonder as my dick somehow popped out once more. She laughed even louder, pointing.

Once she finally stopped, she said, "Well, you've left me with no doubt about your enthusiasm, David. Some American guys seemed freaked by my fur...But," (and now she launched into almost a lecture) "I think the shaved look down there looks weird and immature. My sister Rachel the lesbian says that whole shaving thing is part of the oppressive patriarchy. I'm not sure about that, but anyway, I hate razor burn!"

I nodded, as she fed me Aloo Gobi with her fingers, and I then sucked on her fingers almost like she'd sucked on mine.

"That feels nice," she said in a distracted but seemingly genuine way. And then she continued talking about pussy hair as if it were the most natural thing in the world: 

"That's one of the reasons, actually, that Vittorio and I made such a good fit. He was used to Euro-women, who, obviously, are almost always au natural. Sometimes I don't even shave my pits," she added, lifting an arm and showing me the relatively small amount of underarm hair she had.

Vittorio was the Italian exchange student she'd been dating for her senior year of high school. But now that he'd gone back to Italy they'd broken up. She'd told me about his big dick, and I knew I couldn't compete in that department, since I was just average at six inches.

"Oh look," she said, spreading her legs apart and looking down at the white undies, which now had a little drip of curry sauce on the side: "I think my wet spot is getting bigger!"

It did look like it, as I stared down between her legs and my cock twitched and throbbed again. She grinned at me in a knowing way as our eyes met.

You get the idea. We wolfed down the Indian food in a very sensual way, with Moira flirting outrageously. Even though I knew she was trying to make me forget Anna, and Anna forget me, I just let it happen. And clearly she was having fun. She did like me, and I was just as entranced by her as by Anna, even though they were so different. 

When we were done, and now not just somewhat stoned but a little tipsy from the beer, which we'd been drinking and burping while eating, Moira handed me one of her flannel nightgowns with flowers on it. 

"What do you think your Mom would say if she could see us right now?" She said, as she stood with her magic pointy bare breasts and her moist undies a foot in front of me

"Please don't remind me of her!" I said, closing my eyes, "I think all the blood just started draining out of a certain part of me."

Moira reached down and without shyness cupped my dick through my underwear, which was suddenly getting softer.

"Don't worry," Moira said, "I think I can fix that later."

"Go get in your nightgown," she said, "and don't forget to take off your underwear. Your new toothbrush is in there, just like I told your Mom. And don't forget to wash your hands *very thoroughly*—we don't want to get Indian spices places where they don't belong! Give me a few minutes. I'm going to wash in the other bathroom and then change into my night clothes out here. And I've got a special sweet treat for dessert. But check before you come out to see that I'm ready."

Since she'd been topless while we ate, and I'd seen her pussy while she peed, she seemed to be up to something. But I couldn't figure out what it was as I peed, washed thoroughly, brushed my teeth, and then fixed my hair a little in the mirror.

"Are you ready?" I called out.

"Yes!" She yelled back.

I walked out and saw that Moira was on the bed with the covers mostly pulled down, completely naked.

"I may have forgotten to mention that I normally sleep in the nude. And your sweet treat is right here, but you'd better come get it."

As I walked over I could see the black triangle of her pussy, and her magic breasts, which were somewhat flattened as she was lying on her back. I looked for a dessert, but didn't see one. But Moira did seem to have some drips of some kind of liquid on the tips of her breasts, which were dripping down as I looked at her. Just a little was getting on the sheets. 

"What is...?"

"Taste me," she said, pointing at her breasts with the drips, "Go ahead!""

I kneeled down by the side of the bed, and very gently licked and then sucked the drips off of Moira's breasts and nipples.

"Mmmm. That feels good," she said, encouragingly.

But as she said that comprehension dawned on me, and I said out loud: "Anna's milk?"

"Yes!" She said happily, pulling out a baby bottle of Anna's breast milk from under her pillow.

"I asked her for it, and she gave it to me just tonight. It's fresh. I had it in my purse."

She showed it to me, and then squeezed the plastic bottle and a little stream of breast milk came out of the rubber nipple onto her real nipples and areolas, first one side, then the other.

"You've told me that sometimes you find it weird when I can almost tell what you're thinking. Well, the other day I think I could almost see that you wanted to get some breast milk out of a real breast when we were at Anna's. And so I figured I'd give you something you haven't had from Anna: breast milk from a woman's breast. What do you think?"

Of course, I had actually sucked milk out of Anna's breast. Several times now. But I really pretended that it was all new, as I gently lapped and nursed Anna's milk off of Moira's breasts. That was probably the one time I fooled her. When in a desperate enough situation, once-in-a-while, I can act.

Anna was right in her prediction before the date: I was thinking as much bout Anna as I was about Moira. Moira's kinky ploy might have been brilliant, if I hadn't already had the real thing. But what it emphasized to me was, as beautiful as Moira's breasts were, that this wasn't her milk. 

But whether Anna or Moira, and it was really both, my dick was now rock hard again.

Moira was excited too, and said, "Do you want to feel how wet you've got me?" And without waiting for an answer she pulled my right hand down to her legs, which she spread slightly, and put my hand on and then a finger into her wet pussy.

"Mmm!" I couldn't help but groan in surprise, as I put my middle finger with Moira's encouragement into her vagina. Years of a monk-like life all though high school, and then a few months after I graduate, twice in one day...Life sometimes has those surreal moments that show that when it rains it can really pour.

But because of the earlier time, I had some experience, and so after feeling inside how wet she was, I gently circled up to and around Moira's clit, as Anna had just taught me felt good to her.

Now it was Moira's turn: "Mmm... Oh David. Are you sure you're a virgin?"

"Very sure," I said breathing heavily, "but the angle isn't quite right."

It was kind of awkward, because I sitting on my knees on the side of the bed reaching over to Moira cunt. I couldn't see very well what I was doing.

"Yeah," Moira said, "I can fix that."

And she moved her pillows so that they were halfway across the bed on the short way, and then scooted herself around so that her legs were just draping down over the bed, carefully putting one leg on either side of me.

Moira's spread pussy was now about a foot and a half away from my face. As I already mentioned, she had large labia which I was seeing much closer now, and even through her black hair her lips were prominent. What a sight! And that musky and sweet smell...!

"Do you like?" she said, again in her mock-innocent voice as she saw me looking in wonder and horniness at the sexual meal she just had spread out before me.

I was speechless, but looked hungry, and so she went on. 

"This is kind of advanced for a newcomer," Moira said, seeming breathless and horny herself at this point, "But I hope you're up for it."

"Can you start by just gently licking me right there?" She said, as she pointed to her vulva, and then leaned back to relax.

"Yes," I said, a little breathless and trembling, and leaned down until my tongue was very gently touching Moira's cunt. I then licked very slowly, delicately, and gently around. Finally, I went went up to her clit and gently kissed her, breathing my warm breath onto her, and then went back down to her labia.

"Mmmm," Moira breathed. She seemed pleased and surprised. And then she said, "Oh wait, I just remembered something."

Moira sat up, grabbed the milk bottle again, which was about half full, and then unscrewed the top. She drank about half of it, and until it just had a little more than an ounce or so of Anna's milk left.

"That is pretty good stuff!" She exclaimed, "You two were right!"

And then she held one hand cupped below the bottom of her pussy, and slowly drizzled, like it was maple syrup, Anna's milk on her hairy spread cunt. Now there were drops and even little streams of Anna's milk all over Moira's pussy.

"I can't tell if that's a turn on, or if it's just disgusting. Probably both! But I figured it was worth trying once in my life." 

She said back down on her two pillows, but she was propped her up enough so that she could see me and her muff clearly, and she seemed to like the view.

"OK, David: Eat Me! Or Drink Me! Or whatever! But do it fast before very much gets on my bed!"

I started enthusiastically lapping up Anna's Milk from Moira's fragrant pussy. Every pussy, as I learned from these two, is a little different in looks and in smell. But I think all cunts I've met so far are delicious.

After a little while, Anna started moaning a little, and then said: "Put a finger inside..."

I slowly and gently put a finger into Moira, while continuing to lick more around her clit. She had an amazing combination-Anna-Moira scent and taste.

"Ummmm!" Moira said, "Yes. Keep going. This is better than I thought it would be. Are you sure you're a virgin?" 

"Yes!" I laughed as I was massaging her G-spot. (I'd done a little research, and that combined with my practical experience with Anna helped).

"How do I taste?" She asked, alternately closing and opening her eyes in pleasure.

"You taste better than Indian food," I said.

Since we both knew that was incredibly yummy, that was maybe the highest complement her cunt had ever gotten.

"Oh god!" she said, as if in answer, "David—eat me!"

Soon I was plunging two fingers into Moira's sopping wet but tight cunt while licking her clit with the hood pulled back a bit. My rhythm seemed connected to what she was feeling, and also simultaneously to the throbbing African music, which still wailed quietly in the background.

"oh gaaawwwd!" She moaned.

In just another couple of minutes I could feel the orgasm gathering the whole length of Moira's body—and then suddenly her vagina clamped down on my fingers hard as the spasm hit her:

"Unnn! AHHHHH!"

I almost stopped, until Moira managed to gasp: "Keep going!"

And so I did, and in another half minute another O hit her, and then I slowed down more gradually this time.

Finally, a last tiny spasm went through her, and then she was still, and just breathed heavily for a while.

She then gently started rubbing her fingers through my hair and scalp.

"Fuck. That was good," she finally said, "You really a virgin? I thought this night was going to be a noble sacrifice for me. But not so much. Where did you learn...?"

"Well, I touched a girl there once," I said, not admitting it was Anna, and just today, and then I said, "And I read some stuff on the internet."

"Well, my pussy thanks you. My whole body really. Even my brain."

She slowly sat up, looking down on me still on my knees beside the bed. We smiled at each other like we'd just shared a secret, and then she leaned forward and kissed me on the lips.

"You smell like my cunt and Anna's milk! Wow, pretty intense. Here, let me help you out of this."




Anna's Milk Ch. 03



She stood up slowly, grabbling the edges of her nightgown that I was still wearing, and stripped me bare. I was still kneeling with my erect cock peeking between my legs. And now her muff was actually touching my face again, with her legs slightly spread apart.

She hugged my face against her wet pussy like that, letting out a last little, "Mmmm!"

Then she said, "Take my hands, stand up." And she pulled me up so that now I was taller than her, with my erect cock standing up, saluting her, touching her belly.

She then sat back down, and reached out and cuddled my cock with her hands against her face. 

Looking up at me, she said, "I love how warm they are. Yours is actually hot right now—and it's already leaking, look!"

I looked down and saw a little bit of pre-cum on the top of my redish almost-mushroom-like cock head. I was breathing heavily.

"I've sometimes missed having a hard and hot cock since Vittorio left. I've tried to pretend otherwise, but: there it is."

"Do you have a nickname for it?" She asked.

I shook my head no.

"Can I call him 'Meat'?"

She opened the drawer next to her and took out a little package. She tore it open, and then gently rolled a clear condom onto my dick, saying simply, "Well, Meat, there you are."

She then added, pretend-talking to my erect cock: "Your master has arranged for you to lose your virginity today in my vagina. I don't imagine it will take long, but you and your master will remember it forever—or at least as long as he has a mind. Tell your master that he should avoid using the the word 'love,' and that this is just 'friends with benefits.' But I think you'll agree that's it's an amazing benefit. Nod if you understand."

Holding my dick, she gently nodded Meat forward in agreement. I hope at this point it's clear that this was almost typical of Moira's sexy and surreal sense of humor. But there was also a clear message there that she was jokingly but firmly getting across.

"Good," she said, "Come on in: the pussy's fine. In fact, if I do say so myself, very fine."

She then lay back down, spreading her legs wide again with her cunt right at the edge of the bed. She then used her fingers to slowly and gently spread her labia, and it was a very intense and meaty sight—hairy, fleshy, and moist.

"I think you know the way in, big boy," she added to me, no longer pretend-talking to my dick, "unless you want some more help?"

Did I think of Anna? Of Ben? Yes. Did it stop me? No. 

I took hold of my cock and put it right at the entrance to Moira's vagina, hesitating.

"Do it," Moira whispered, but with some urgency, as she looked at my hard cock about to be swallowed up between her legs, "I want all of that inside of me!"

And so then I slowly and gently started pushing my penis into Moira, and her mouth opened in an O of surprise as it went in, even though she knew it was going to happen.

The sensations were amazing, even through the condom, as I was surrounded and massaged by Moira wet but tight twat. Pushing all the way in, I then lay gently on top of Moira, keeping most of my weight on my arms, but still touching her breasts and looking into her amazing eyes. 

"Yes!" she said, breathlessly, smiling almost with seeming relief, "It feels so nice to be filled up like this. You're not as long as Vittorio, but you're thicker. You feel very good."

Then she said with a laugh as she looked at my face that must have been filed with equal measures of pleasure, wonder and pure horniness:

"Now you really are in my sanctum sanctorum!"

I couldn't help but laugh too, which moved my dick a little back and forth. But it was, in fact, the most profoundly erotic moment of my life up to that point. Moira was sharing her body in such an intimate and giving way. It was not just a physical and emotional thing, it felt almost spiritual. I was in the holy of holies of a beautiful fellow human being, and I was beyond grateful—simultaneously about to come and cry at the same time. 

In fact, at first I was afraid to move, for fear I would almost immediately come. I was not only a virgin, but I'd been sexually excited for most of the day, without getting off. But as often happened, Moira seemed to almost know what I was thinking. She was very perceptive, but I think it was also that sometimes that I was about as easy to read as an open book with large print.

"Don't worry about it, babe. Just fuck me. Spill your seed inside of me..."

She paused. I smiled but still moved only a little.

She whispered: "Fuck the Valedictorian's vagina...with your thick dick. She wants it fast and deep!"

For some twisted reason that did it: I started moving my dick back and forth inside the brilliant Moira's cunt, and was soon fucking her with a desperate urgency. Faster and faster my cock was plunging into moist Moira, seeking union with her hot and wet core. She looked surprised and happy at the same time as she bounced back and forth making her breasts jiggle, seemingly quite enjoying my obvious lust for her. Soon I could feel a whole day of sperm start to rise after just a couple of minutes.

Moira said, "Yes, David, yes!" Then added mischievously, "If only your Mom could see you now!"

"Oh god!" I said, stopping and laughing, but staying inside her, "Why did you say that?!".

"I wanted you to last just a little longer for your first time."

"Well, I probably have five minutes at least now."

"I'd say more like two. But we'll see. Go ahead: Fuck me some more, babe. Show me how much you've wanted to do this to me."

I really did want to fuck Moira all the way, and so I started fucking her again, faster and faster. And this time she gently tickled my back with her fingers while at the same time reaching up her lips and tongue and kissing me.

She was right: after just a couple of minutes my large load of sperm was going up and out of my cock at high speed trying to reach deep inside of Moira:

"Uhh! Moi...Ra...Ahhh...!"

I felt happier at those moments—just before, during, and after my release—than I ever had in my life. It's just different somehow from doing it yourself. To have someone you love—and yes, I did love Moira too, even though I never said it to her because I knew she didn't want me to—accept such a raw and personal part of you for the first time felt for me almost profound.

For a few seconds I felt almost merged with Moira, all loneliness and worries gone, in a world of nearly cosmic pleasure. 

If you say I'm crazy, that it was just sex, friends with benefits—well, of course that's true too. That's really more what it was, I admit.

Anyway, I breathed heavily for several seconds on top of her, careful not to squish her, but feeling her amazing breasts against my chest.

"There, babe, that feels better, doesn't it?" She said, in a sensitive, but matter-of-fact way.

"Yes...Yes...Thank you!" I breathed.

I kissed her tenderly, and then slowly got up and went into the bathroom to get rid of my sperm that had been happily tricked into coming out with the promise of being with Moira. Wrapping it in lots of tissues, I put it in the trash and said goodbye to those already dying little wriggling things.

Before I could get back, Anna joined me in the bathroom, saying, "Let's take a bath, sweetie."

And so we got in the Jacuzzi with just a little bit of lavender bath salts, rather than bubbles. The water took a while to fill up, and while it did we just sat across from each other, relaxed and smiling. But after several minutes, my mood mysteriously became serious.

"What are you thinking about?" Moira said.

"I was just thinking about all the people who've had to work and sacrifice for us to have this night together."

"Yeah?" She said, "Go on."

"Well, your parents obviously had to work hard to make lots of money for all of this luxury we're enjoying. But more than that, our parents had to lavish a lot of care on us for years, so that when we met we..."

I didn't know quite what I was saying, but Moira helped me out.

"Yeah, I think I know what you mean. My grandma, who made that blanket that we ate on, was a Holocaust survivor as a little girl. She wasn't actually in the camps, but she and her mother escaped Germany, and then escaped to France just in time. And then miraculously they made it to America. But most of my family over there didn't make it. Anyway, she often told me to be passionate and really enjoy life, for them, because they couldn't..."

Moira's face suddenly started crumpling in sadness at the horror of that, clearly transmitted to her by her grandmother. Quietly weeping, she added:

"Did your family lose people?"

"Yes," I said, "But fairly distant relations. My Mom's side of the family came from Russia in the 1920s."

"While we're talking serious and serendipity," I added, "here's another thing to think about: if Nick weren't in Afghanistan right now, we wouldn't be sitting in the bath together."

"Yeah," Moira said, her crying over now, and admitting the truth of that, "You're right. But now that we are here, we should enjoy ourselves and not think sad thoughts. We've been doing a pretty good job up until now."

"Yes, Moira, thank you, the whole night has been magical—except" I sort-of joked and sort-of didn't "for the driving at the beginning, and what you said to my Mom!"

"I thought that was funny!" But she seemed a little defensive.

"It was, in a twisted way, I guess. And I finally realized you weren't lying about any of it. Even back to when you said in front of Ben and Anna that you planned to get in my pants."

"Yeah, I've found some of the best humor sometimes comes from the truth. Speaking of which—enough of the analysis! For god's sakes! We need to take some action to get this night back on track. I think," she said, standing up dripping water and taking the one-step walk to get to me, "that you should wash my cooch."

"What?" I said, smiling. Her dripping muff was now right in front of me.

"I'm probably clean already, but after all the action I've seen tonight, I like to do a little extra. And I figure you might enjoy doing it for me."

"OK," I said, as my dick began to stir again, "What do I do?"

"Oh, it's easy, you'll enjoy it. Just get a squirt of soap from that dispenser there..."

"This one?" I said, since there were several different jars and dispensers of mysterious liquids, bath salts, shampoos and bubble bath all around. But somehow I got the right one.

"Yeah," she said, adding, "just get a little squirt and lather up my cooch. Simple as pie."

So I did that, gently massaging around her cunt, while my dick steadily rose in the water.

"Now just do a last little wash right in my Viny," she said, and spread her legs and moved my finger into her cunt for a couple of seconds, which somehow was still a shock and a pleasure, "And you're all done. Thanks."

"Now you. Stand up," she said, as she got down on her knees in the front of me.

I did, revealing a full boner standing almost straight up.

Anna raised her eyebrows and smiled, only a little surprised, and said, as if talking about the weather: "I like to wash these fast and hard. For best results I'm first going to dry it off a bit," and she grabbed a hand towel, and dabbed my cock dry, and said, "And now that I think about it, you don't need washing, just a little moisturizing," and she got a small squirt of hand lotion.

"OK, so what I do is I take small amount of lotion." she showed me. "Not too much, because then you don't have enough friction, and spread it around like this." And she rubbed the lotion all around my now throbbing penis. 

"And now, you do just like this..." and she started quickly and firmly stroking my cock back and forth with her hand wrapped around it. She was on her knees in front of me doing this as I writhed in pleasure looking at her lovely face. She did this with surprising speed and strength for about five or six minutes, and then said, keeping up her fast pace all the while:

"It may not be possible, of course, since it was only half an hour ago that—"

"Huuhh!! huh! huh!"

To both of our surprise the first spurt of my second load at that moment shot out and hit her on her left cheek.

She flinched, closed her eyes, and let go of my dick, which continued spasming and squirting a few more times, some of it on her chest before it twitched and was more or less still.

"Wow!" She said, standing up and shaking some of it off, "You really like me!"

"Yeah," I said breathing hard and smiling, and looking at Moira with little drips of my cock snot on her, like I'd seen in some videos but thought I'd never see in real life, "Sorry!"

"It's ok!" She laughed, "That was the effect I was looking for. It just happened a little sooner than I thought it would. Let's shower off. Would you grab the curtain there?" 

I did, and she showered thoroughly first as the water rapidly went out of the jacuzzi tub with a loud sucking sound through the large drain. And then I showered.

Making Moira come three or four times (it was difficult for me to tell how many actually), and then squirting my jism in her and then on her, did make me feel a little more like a man. But being a good man, being a mensch, really involves doing what's right when you have tough choices, and I realized even then that on that score I wasn't so hot.

Anyway, when we were all clean we got out, dried off, and then fell into Moira's bed, nude and exhausted. We snuggled for a little while, fitting together like spoons that matched up in spite of our different sizes, and then we quickly fell asleep.

I slept mostly soundly, but had surreal and strange dreams about Moira, Anna, Ben, and Nick. There weren't any long narratives, just fragments of impossible to understand conversations and close-ups of faces and body parts.

Moira gently poked me awake just as dawn was breaking.

"What is it, babe?" I said, somehow adopting her lingo even in my sleepy state.

She said nothing, but took hold of my head, and then gently but firmly guided me between her legs as she kicked the covers down. She held my head and then nestled my face right into her hot, hairy, and spread cunt. Words weren't needed. I knew what she wanted. I immediately started to gently lick her, and then put a finger slowly into her, and heard her sigh with pleasure.

I could feel that her need was intense. She was taut and tight with it. And in just a few minutes she found her release as her whole body shivered. 

My cock was rock hard, and so I got up and walked over to the drawer without saying a word, and put on another condom. She watched me with just a hint of a smile. As I walked back around she spread her legs wide, and then used her fingers again to spread her pussy lips, inviting me in.

This time I plunged into Moira's vagina a little more quickly, filling her up, and started firmly fucking her right away, lasting much longer. I steadily pumped my hard and thick desire into her. After several minutes I could see her face writhing in ecstasy, for she had one more more orgasm in her, which shook her with a gasp of surprise just before I finally shot my morning load into her.

After I got rid of the protection in the bathroom, I came back and we held each other. It was so quiet and intense we didn't need words. For a few seconds Moira even wept quietly, but I didn't ask why. I felt I knew.

We then took another bath, just washing, but with a few smiles and almost chaste kisses.

Soon she was driving me back home to my house. To my parents. And to Anna and Ben.

It was the best night of my life up until then. But somehow I was depressed. Part of it was exhaustion. Part of it was just that it was over. Part of it was that I knew I could so easily love the amazing Moira, did already love her, really, but I knew that that was not possible. Did I want to be a friend with benefits? For parts of me that would be great, but my heart felt like it might break.

"Bye babe!" Moira said cheerfully, as she dropped me off. She didn't seem to have nearly the baggage and issues I did. Although I think part of it was she was just a better actress. And aside from looking tired, she was looking so good that it was actually painful for me to look at her. She had tied her medium length black almost hair back with a piece of light blue yarn, and it was casual, and yet amazing looking, somehow evoking a beautiful young woman from the late 1960s. Her beautiful eyes did somehow hold a poignance they didn't usually have, as she saw that "keeping things light" was tough for me, and maybe for her as well. But that was what she wanted.

I really tried to be cheery, but I doubt my performance fooled her much.

"Oh, I almost forgot," Moira added, as she handed something to me: "Here's the bottle, all clean and washed. If we have another date, maybe we should think about getting some more of Anna's milk."



Anna's Milk



"Sure, go ahead, have fun. If we need you we'll come and find you."

Anna walked over to the pool stairs at the shallow end, and then started very slowly walking down the steps and into the water, pausing a few seconds at each step as she got used to the water. Her voluptuous form was again drawing stares from quite a number of people. Except for the fact that she had a bikini on, had red hair, and wasn't standing on a floating shell, I would say she looked almost exactly like Sandro Botticelli's famous painting "The Birth of Venus."

She got a secret smile that seemed to indicate that she was enjoying the stares. And she was apparently ignoring the looks of annoyance on the faces of some of the women whose men couldn't help but gawk. 

Once she finally got all the way in, she started swimming breast strokes across the pool, doing laps. She kept this up for quite a while.

In the meantime, I put Ben in a swim diaper, and went with him to play in the kiddie pool, which he thought was very fun. And, as I expected, the cute little grinner got a few admiring comments himself from the other Moms who were with their babies. In fact, they seemed to be extra nice to me, and seemed to be commenting on what a good father I was, but also seemed to stare at my left hand and notice I didn't have a ring. I had to explain that I wasn't the father, just a babysitter, a friend, and some of the rest of it. They nodded sympathetically while Ben happily splashed. And so we were both busy and distracted for 20 minutes or so.

When I finally looked around up and found Anna again, I saw her talking in the shallow end of the big pool with a handsome, tan, and very muscular man with a hairy chest of about 30, who was clearly quite interested in her. And, I realized with a shock, she was flirting with him. She was laughing a bit, playing with her hair, and just in general being sexy, which seemingly came naturally to her. 

Yikes. Nick wouldn't like that much. And I had to admit I didn't either, as I felt a pang of jealously as green as Anna's beautiful eyes wash over me. I watched for another few minutes, and then, by luck, Ben splashed himself even though I was holding him and got some water in his eyes, and then started crying. 

I picked Ben up out of the water, tried to comfort him, but to no avail. Then I went and got the bottle of breast milk and tried to feed him, but he must have had chlorine in his eyes, and he just wasn't interested in the bottle. And so I started walking over to Anna, holding crying Ben gently on my hip.

She saw me approaching, heard Ben crying, and reached out her arms to take him.

She looked kind of embarrassed as the handsome muscle man realized that this was her baby. You might have thought he would have noticed her wedding ring, but in fact she'd taken it off before Ben was born because her hands and fingers, like the rest of her, had gotten a little larger with the pregnancy. 

"Is this your husband?" the man said with shock, looking surprised and annoyed.

"Oh no," Anna said laughing, as she held Ben, who was still crying, "This is just a friend. My husband is in Afghanistan."

I could see the man suddenly getting a calculating look on his face that alarmed me. 

"Anna," I said, "I think we need to go."

"Go?" Anna said, "We've only been here a little while." 

"Yes, but, uh..." and then I tried to indicate with my stares and slight nod at her breasts what I meant and wanted her to look at without saying it. Because Ben was crying, her milk had let down, and was leaking into her pink bikini top, making two wet spots appear on her now mostly dry top right where her nipples were.

As Anna looked down and saw this, she somehow seemed to blush and turn pale at the same time.

"Yeah, you're right, David, we've gotta go. Nice to meet you Randy! Come on Ben, we need to go home now."

We quickly gathered up the stuff and left the pool.

We got into the car and got the squirming Ben buckled up. He was still crying loudly in back as Anna I got in front an buckled.

Anna, to my surprise, suddenly said, "Ouch! Ouch!"

"What is it?" I asked, alarmed, thinking she'd pinched herself in her seatbelt or something.

"My breasts are hurting!" She said, squinting her eyes a bit. "They're too full of milk. I really need Ben to nurse them. Start driving. Let's just get home!"

We got home and Anna collapsed on the couch with the still crying Ben. She reached back and untied her top, which dropped off, freeing both of her magnificent breasts, and as I watched little drips of milk started slowly gathering on each nipple. I stared at them in awe, and so did Ben as he quickly started suckling her right one.

Anna glanced up and caught me staring, but she didn't seem upset. Instead she seemed just glad she was getting relief, at least on one side.

"Sorry!" she said, smiling, "although it's not like you haven't seen most of this before." 

She half-heartedly covered the breast that Ben wasn't nursing with her hand, and said, "Ouch, this one is really full. Could you get me the breast pump?"

"Yeah, sure," I said, and must have still had a look of wonder and admiration on my face, because Anna suddenly got an ironic smile as if she was both enjoying my attention, and trying not to laugh at the look of longing I was giving to her tits. I felt my cock twitch in my bathing suit and start to thicken.

I quickly pulled myself out of the moment and went to get the breast pump, and then heard from behind me Anna saying, "And while you're at it, get me a beer!" Pause "And I'm really hungry. Could you bring me some chocolate?" Pause. "And then make me a turkey sandwich!"

"Sure," I said, laughing, having already learned the meaning of "eating for two," and relieved that Anna wasn't offended or kicking me out for staring at her luscious, milky breasts. 

I brought her an opened beer bottle and the pump at the same time. I saw she had already let her hand down off of her left breast, which again had a little drip of milk on her pink nipple. 

She raised her eyebrows at me as I couldn't stop myself from looking, then took a several big gulps from her beer, and then let out a large belch without covering her mouth.

"Sorry," she said, "Hand me the pump."

The pump was a little battery powered plastic device which had at the top a cone-like top, looking a little like a funnel, but clear. She'd taught me about it, but this was the first time I'd seen her use it. Anyway, she put that part on her breast and turned it on, and it started making its loud electric noise as it sucked her nipple and the top of her breast back and forth into the cone, making it looking like her nipple was almost humping the cone. Milk dripped into the waiting bottle below.

"David?" Anna smiled humorously at me as she saw me starring, "I really need that chocolate and turkey sandwich."

"Oh yeah. Sorry!" I went out and got her a couple of mini Hershey bars, which I unwrapped put right in her mouth, since both of hands were busy, one holding Ben and the other holding the pump. 

"Fank you!" She said her with mouth full, chewing, as the noisy pump kept pumping and humping her breast. The bottle beneath the pump was already about 1/5th full. 

I went back and made the turkey sandwich with mayo, mustard, white cheddar cheese, a little sliced onion, a little avocado, and a little pre-washed lettuce.

When I got back, Anna said, "He's ready for burping,"

And so I quickly grabbed a cloth from the table, draped it across my shoulder, and then reached over to gently take Ben from her. As I did, I accidentally brushed the back of my hand against the warm and slightly wet nipple of her breast. My cock twitched again.

"Sorry," I said, as I gently draped Ben over my shoulder and he let out an almost immediate burp-vomit.

"That's OK!" She said gobbling down the turkey sandwich in big bites, in-between guzzles of beer and series of burps.

"Sorry again!" She said, between burps, "I must be really grossing you out!"

"Not at all!" I laughed.

She looked relieved as she turned off the breast pump, and then took it off of her boob. And then both of her beautiful breasts were free again, with their large pink areolas and their pink nipples. They were slightly pointed and seemed to defy gravity to some degree, although they were clearly heavy enough that they were resting against her chest. 

She suddenly blushed at my stare, which I quickly averted, and then she put both of her hands over her tits and said, "I'll go get dressed." She then added while she was walking to the bedroom: "Would you please change his diaper? And then try to put him down for his nap!"

"Sure, I said, as I laid the now sleepy Ben down on his changing pad. 

I started expertly changing his diaper, then got him dressed in a clean cotton onesie, and then took him over to his bedroom and put him in his crib. He seemed to be asleep as soon as I put him down.

When I got back in the living room, Anna was dressed in baggy sweats, and so there was no more boobage on display. 

"Oh my gosh, thank you so much, David, for everything. Really!"

"That's fine," I said, "It was a pleasure."

At that, Anna got again her secret smile, as she seemed to be remembering back to my look of awe and longing at her breasts. She thought, as she was right, that I'd accidentally thanked her for the pleasure of seeing her breasts totally free and in action.

I could see her trying to decide whether to say something, and then deciding not to.

"What should I do with this," I said, picking up the breast pump, with the bottle of milk underneath it almost half full. 

"Well, as you've seen," Anna said with a sigh and a smile, "there's not really room for any more of my milk in the fridge. I'm making too much. Ben can't drink it all." 

She paused for a few seconds, clearly thinking and trying to find a way to say something. Then she added, as if casually: "You can drink it," and she shrugged her shoulders, "for all I care."

And then she looked carefully at me, trying to gage my reaction. Clearly she did care.

I had heated many bottles of breast milk for Ben, always testing the temperature by squirting some on my wrist, to make sure it wasn't too hot, as I was taught. But for some reason so far I'd never licked it off, even when I was alone.

"What does it taste like?" I said, uncertain but curious.

"I think it's really good," Anna said, suddenly looking shy, but smiling and blushing again, "but I don't know what others think."

"Hasn't Nick tasted it?" 

"No, he thinks it's gross," she answered, looking a little sad.

"Gross? Why?"

"Well, he didn't say that exactly, but he's just never tasted it, and wouldn't even the couple of times I offered it to him. And he looked grossed out."

"That's weird," I said.

"Is it?" She said, and then she added, almost seriously, "Would you try it?"

"Sure," I said, "Why not."

Anna smiled, and said, "I'll be right back."

She took the pump with its still attached bottle into the kitchen, and then I could hear her taking the bottle off of the pump and putting a rubber nipple with ring onto it.

She walked back and handed it to me, and said, "There. I dare you!"

I felt a little uncertain, and it seemed a bit strange, but there didn't seem to be any turning back now. The bottle was warm in my hands. 

I was holding Anna's warm breast milk, and she wanted me to drink it.

I smiled, put the nipple of the bottle to my lips, and tilted it up and gently sucked just to get a little bit. 

It was sweet and thin, but also creamy and delicious. 

"Mmmm," I said in genuine surprise, as I took the nipple out of my mouth, "That's really good! No wonder Ben's so crazy about it."

"Yeah," Anna said, smiling, "that's what I told Nick, but he still wouldn't try it."

She saw me hesitating while I looked at the bottle.

"Well, drink the rest of it!" She said laughing, but it seemed almost like an order. "It took me a lot of work to make that stuff!"

I still felt a little uncertain.

"Go ahead," she added, in almost a sexy voice, "I'll burp you if you need it."

I laughed a little, and then tipped the bottle up and started sucking harder, feeling gulps of the sweet essence of Anna pouring down my throat. 

She looked not just happy, but sort of turned on that I was drinking her juice. I was a bit turned on too as she watched me, and starting to get a hard-on as I kept sucking down her sweet milk. 

"Good boy!" She said, as I finished it up. 

I did burp just a little, and then smacked my lips.

I smiled at her, and she smiled at me, and our eyes met with a certain intensity they hadn't had before.

I could feel a special moment crossing between us. We had already slowly but surely been crossing some lines, and we both knew it, even while we both tried to pretend it wasn't happening. 

Anna was the first to break the spell, as she told me she really needed to take a nap, although as she said this I realized she actually looked fully awake and kind of horny, and the thought crossed my mind she mind that she might be planning to touch herself.

She gave me a hug, pressing her breasts under her sweats against me, and thanked me again. I thanked her for the delicious milk, and she looked touched, but also horny again. 

And then, I finally left for the day.

Nothing much beyond the normal happened for the next week or so. It was just the constant work of caring for the baby, trying to cheer Anna up, making food, doing dishes, shopping, and so on. I was fulfilling my promise to Nick, who was already having a tough time in country.

One morning I knocked quietly at Anna's house, and then let myself in since the door was ajar. Avoiding waking up Ben when he was napping was always a goal. I thought I saw Anna from the back, with her long red hair, in the kitchen.

"Hi Anna!" I said, perhaps a little too happily—but instead of Anna, Anna's mother Helen turned around, looking at me quizzically. She'd been helping out a fair amount too, although not nearly as much as I had, and anyway we took different "shifts," and so far hadn't overlapped.

Helen was a striking woman in her mid 40s, and a thought suddenly struck me that I blurted out:

"Wow! You look like Anna's big sister!"

Helen suddenly smiled a radiant smile, practically glowing, and then said, "David, you've just made my day! How are you, you handsome man?" 

And then she laughed in a way that sounded something like Anna's, but with quite a bit more of the devil in it. I suddenly remembered that she'd flirted with me in a weird way in the past at my parents' parties.

I blushed, laughed a little uncomfortably, and mumbled that I was OK.

Helen was dressed in a white blouse that was cut low to show off her lovely freckled cleavage, of which she had plenty, as well as green capri pants. 

"Is Ben still asleep?" I asked.

"Yes," she answered, "but I heard him cry a little just a minute ago, and so I think he's about to wake up."

As if on cue, Ben started a wailing cry.

"I'll get him," I said, and walked back to Ben's bedroom and scooped him up. I could tell right away he had a poopy diaper, and so I laid him down on his pad and started expertly changing him, all the while smiling at him and talking with him. This didn't always work, but this time it did, and he stopped crying and started smiling, and then even laughing a little at me as I made silly faces at him and wiped him up.

"Wow," I heard Helen saying right behind me, "you really know what you're doing."

"Thanks," I said. I saw no reason for false modesty. I did know what I was doing. And I was really good with Ben.

"Would you heat up a bottle?" I added, as I stated dressing Ben in some fresh clothes.

"Sure!" Helen said, and she went back to the kitchen and I could hear the microwave going, I hoped for the 22 seconds that we'd found out worked.

She handed me the bottle, and I shook it up a few times, and then squirted a little on my wrist. It was fine, temperature-wise, and I licked it off the milk. Then I handed the bottle to Ben, whose little arms and hands were reaching out to get it. He grabbed it and started nursing on it and grinning at me at the same time, which caused some milk to spill out of the sides of his mouth.

When I looked over, Helen was staring at me in some wonder. 

And then she said, "Ben and Anna are *very* lucky to have you!"

"Thanks," I said, and smiled. She smiled back, and I could see that her green eyes were almost as beautiful as her daughter's. She really did look like Anna's much older sister.

"Where's Anna?" I asked as I thought of her.

"Oh, I gave her a break. She's out visiting one of her girlfriends," Helen said, and then added, "She'll probably be back soon."

"Well, if you want to take off, that's fine. I'm on duty."

"Actually, I'd like to stay with you for a while. If I may?" And she smiled a warm smile, that again looked a lot like Anna's, but somehow with a devilish undertone.

"Sure," I said, a little uncertain.

"What do you hear from Nick?" she said, suddenly shifting topics.

"Well. It's pretty tough over there. Tougher than he ever could have imagined, he says. One of his friends died just the other day. Blown to bits by an i.e.d."

She nodded, studying me.

"When I'm taking care of Ben," I said, beginning to feel for Nick, and for this whole family now that I was so involved, "I sometimes realize that he might never see his father again, because...Nick..." Suddenly, and without warning, I was choking up, imagining my friend blow away by bullets, or by an improvised explosive device. I felt tears welling in my eyes, and realized I was about to cry for the first time in years.

"Oh, David," Helen said with compassion, "Come here and give me a big hug."

I got up and did as she said, and she hugged me against her with surprising force, gently but firmly pressing my face down with her hands against her cleavage. I was suddenly touching her soft boobs with my right cheek and staring at them from inches away. She was almost my height of 5'11", and after a second or two she started slowly pressing her crotch rhythmically back and forth against my crotch, first lightly, and then more firmly. I was just wearing shorts, and, being a horny teenager, my cock started to rise almost instantly. She continued to press more firmly, and went a little faster, and I realized with shock that she was dry humping me while we were hugging. She kept me tight in her grip, and I felt I couldn't move away. I was paralyzed by the situation, for I knew her pussy was beneath her capri pants, pressing back and forth against my dick, which was now rising up rapidly, and somehow I thought if that if I stayed still it might stop. 

No dice.

I was almost in shock, never having been flirted with in this way in my life. She slowed her movements and then stopped, now just pressing herself against my fully erect six-inch cock, which I knew she was feeling.

And then she whispered in my ear: "Sometimes it's hard, isn't it?"

I wanted to laugh, because the situation was so ridiculous and over-the-top, but I was still frozen, and uncertain of what to do.

"Yes," I said, a little breathlessly.

I knew what she was really talking about though, and so I slowly but firmly separated myself from her, looking down so I didn't have to make eye contact to acknowledge that she'd just given me a throbbing hard-on.

Suddenly Anna opened the door and walked in. She paused at the doorway, looking back and forth between the two of us, getting a weird expression on her face that I'd never seen before, and couldn't quite interpret.

"Hey you two," she said, quietly, and then seemed to again study my no-doubt also strange expression.

"What's going on?" Anna finally added, sounding a little suspicious.




Anna's Milk



"Nothing dear," Helen said with a smile. "I was just hearing from David about how worried he is about Nick."

"Oh," Anna said, suddenly looking sad, but also seemingly not entirely convinced.

She saw baby Ben now seeing her and reaching out for her from the floor, but since we were there she just went to the couch and started unbuttoning her blouse, waiting for one of us to bring him to her.

Since I still seemed paralyzed, Helen reached down to get him, and also picked up a cloth to drape over her Anna's breast so it wouldn't be visible. I realized that's what she thought we always did, and that she probably wasn't aware that I was seeing her daughter's breasts on a daily basis. For some reason I looked away this time, even though there was nothing to see today.

"David?" Anna said gently.

"Yes?" I answered, looking up at her.

"Would you get me a glass of milk, and then make me one of those great turkey sandwiches with avocado like you did the other day?"

"Sure," I said with a smile, glad to have something to do.

"Well, this is interesting," Helen said, and now she was looking back and forth between the two of us, as I walked past her into the kitchen.

"I knew David was babysitting for you, but I didn't know he was also cooking for you."

"Oh Mother," Anna said, with some annoyance.

"Do you do dishes too?" Helen asked sweetly.

"Yeah, I do," I said, laughing nervously as I got stuff out of the fridge for Anna's sandwich.

"And how much do you get paid for all of these services?" Helen asked, again sweetly.

"Six dollars an hour," I said, although I think Helen knew this.

"Really?" Helen said, yet again sweetly: "And has she actually paid you yet?"

"Not yet," I said, remembering, not for the first time, that Anna and Nick had said I'd be paid weekly, but that it had been a whole month and I still hadn't been paid.

"Oh, well," Helen said, now dropping the sweet tone, "Anna always was good at getting boys to do things for her!" 

"Mother," Anna said, with a warning tone in her voice.

I laughed nervously again as I made the sandwich. But then I did begin to wonder when I might be paid. Because really I was working closer to six or eight hours a day for Anna, usually seven days a week. Two to four of those hours a day were "free," that I was just volunteering, but that meant my real rate of pay was maybe only a couple of bucks an hour. And, that was if I was actually being paid at all...But, there was a lot of free boobage, I thought, spreading mayo on the rye bread.

"Helen" I said suddenly, to get myself out of this thought, "Would you like a turkey sandwich too?"

"Oh, David," Helen answered, somewhat theatrically, "I wouldn't want to put you to that trouble."

"It's no trouble," I said, seeming carefree, "I'd be happy to do it."

"Well then, thank you. I accept!" Helen said, smiling, and then added, "But I'll just have a half sandwich, since I'm not eating for two."

"Watch out, David!" Anna said from the couch, "You'll get a 'free critique' of your sandwich from the president of Helen's Catering!" 

Helen, who as you probably already guessed, was divorced from Anna's father. She ran a successful catering business from her home. It was actually great for Anna, because Helen came by almost every day to stock Anna's fridge with gourmet leftovers. I'd already eaten several meals of these leftovers, and they were always delicious. 

"I'm glad to at least make her a sandwich after enjoying quite a lot of Helen's amazing food while babysitting," I said.

"Well," Helen said, beaming as I glanced over at her, "I am so glad you've been enjoying my food David!" 

Helen seemed quite pleased and happy, and added, "I'll have to ask you later about what are your favorites—about what, of mine, you most like to...eat."

Somehow the way she said it seemed to give it a double meaning, but I wasn't sure.

But I happened to look over at Anna at that moment, because the kitchen, really more like a kitchenette, had a direct line of sight to the couch. Anna's mouth opened slightly, seemingly in a combination of annoyance and amazement at what her mother said, and the way she said it, and I realized that I almost certainly did just get another intended flirt from Helen.

But I pretended to be oblivious, and finished up the sandwiches, and then put them on plates with a few potato chips and a few baby carrots on the sides.

Bringing the plates out with paper napkins, I could see Helen still smiling warmly at my compliment of her food, while Anna was still looking annoyed. 

"Thank you so much, David," Helen said, "That is a very nice presentation of a simple lunch."

"Yeah. Thanks, David," said Anna, more simply, and almost listlessly.

"Aren't you going to have one?" Helen asked.

"No, I'm not hungry right now. I'll just play with Ben."

By this time Ben had de-latched, and Anna was in a discreet way fastening up her bra underneath the cloth, in-between taking bites of her sandwich. 

I burped Ben, and then carried him on my hip as I went back to the kitchen to get the glasses of milk that I'd poured earlier for Helen and Anna.

"Thank you, David," Helen said, continuing her now embarrassing compliments to me, "You are a man who really knows how to multi-task. It's rare that a man can really do two things at once. And I like this sandwich very much. The avocado, thinly sliced onion, white cheddar cheese, mayo, and mustard are nicely balanced. And yet you can tell that a man made this sandwich."

"Oh really?" Anna said, "And how can you tell that, Mother?"

"Because it has extra meat in it, of course," and with that Helen took a large and meaty bite of her sandwich, clearly enjoying it.

"Mom," Anna said, raising her eyebrows and now looking really annoyed, "Don't you have some place that you have to go to?" Anna's patience was clearly running out.

"What? Oh. Yes, I suppose so. Well, David, thanks again," Helen said, cleaning up her plate by licking her index finger, and then swirling it around to catch some potato chip and bread crumbs, and then sticking her finger most of the way into her mouth and licking it.

"That was really good," Helen added, smiling, "I hope I can taste more of what you make—someday." 

And then she said, changing tone slightly from sexy to more matter-of-fact: "David, if you ever need more real work, of the kind where you actually get paid, I start at $12 an hour at Helen's Catering. And I also have some odd jobs around the house for which I'd pay the same amount."

"Mom! Don't steal my help!" Anna cried out, with a slightly desperate tone of voice.

That was a weird. I was the "help"? 

But I stayed calm, and said, "Thanks, Helen, that's really nice of you. But I think I have all the work I can handle, what with my library job, and especially with Ben and Anna." I couldn't stop myself from looking over at Anna and smiling, and I'm afraid my feelings for her were showing. Anna smiled back, clearly relieved.

Helen stood up, and then looked back and forth between the two of us, a little like Anna had looked back and forth when she first came in.

"Yes, I can see that," Helen said, almost wistfully, and then out of nowhere she added, in a seemingly innocent voice, "Has Anna ever shown you that she's a natural redhead?"

"Mother!" Anna hissed, and it was clear she was truly mad this time. She paused, clearly trying to calm down.

"I think it's time for you to go," Anna finally added, coldly.

"Yes," Helen said, sweetly, agreeing, and said to me, "David: You can just come over and visit my place *any* time you want, just for fun. It doesn't have to be anything about work." She raised her eyebrows slightly and suggestively, and added:

"Good bye, David, good bye, Ben."

She then quickly gave me a peck on the cheek, and then leaned down to kiss baby Ben on the cheek.

Helen then added, in maybe her first really sincere voice: "And you know, no matter what are differences, Anna, that I really love you." As she headed out the door, she shouted behind her as she walked down the drive: "I'll be back tomorrow with more food!"

I slowly closed the door behind her.

Anna raised her hands straight up above her head and made a noise that was more of less: "Uhhgh!!" 

"Frustrated?" I said, smiling.

"To say the least," Anna said, clearly trying to let it go, but not succeeding.

"You two can really get on each other's nerves. I don't think I've ever seen anything like that before."

"Yeah," Anna said, grimacing, and then added, "Would you get me a beer?"

"Sure."

"In fact, would you get me a big glass of that white wine that's in the fridge?"

"Sure."

It did seem a little unfair that I was doing all this, after having made them lunch, while holding little Ben at the same time.

Anna suddenly seemed to realize that, and said with a smile, "No, you sit down. I bet that was almost as stressful for you as it was for me. Let me take Ben and get some wine for both of us."

And so, she did, and soon Anna was sitting with me and Ben on the couch, and I was sipping my almost full-to-the-brim glass of wine, while she was almost guzzling hers. 

A few minutes later, when her wine was mostly gone, Anna turned to me, now looking more relaxed, but determined, and said, "Was my Mom flirting with you even before I came in?"

"Yeah. How did you know?"

"Just a wild guess," Anna said, with some bitterness, and then looked at me and aded, "Was it working?"

"Well, yeah!" I said playfully, trying to turn it into a joke, and seemingly succeeding: "Your Mom is really hot!"

"Oh, you!" Anna said, laughing, and she picked up a round couch pillow and threw it with surprising force right at my face.

"Hey," I said laughing, "Don't let it get to you!"

"Did she just flirt completely out of the blue, or...?" Anna was struggling to find a way to complete the sentence.

"Well," I admitted, "when I first came in I thought she was you. You two really do looking kind-of alike from the back."

"And so you called her Anna? And then she turned around?"

"Yeah, and then I said she looked like your big sister."

"Oh. My. God. You didn't."

"I did," I admitted.

"I bet she just loved that. I know she did, because when it's happened before she just laps it up."

"She did seem to enjoy it," I said.

"And so then she just hit on you?" Anna asked.

"Pretty much," I said, smiling. 

"You're not going to go over there and see her, are you?" Anna asked.

"Well...maybe." I said, laughing a little. 

"You know there's a really good chance she'll take your virginity from you? She'd do it in a hot minute!"

I stopped laughing, and looked down and blushed.

"Sorry," Anna said, clearly worrying that she'd gone to far, "I'm sorry I said that. I apologize. But it's true."

"Is it that obvious I'm a virgin?" I finally said, looking up into Anna's beautiful green eyes. 

"Yeah, David, it kind-of is. But anyway, Nick told me."

"Great. Some friend he is," I said, sighing and looking down again.

"It's nothing to be ashamed of. Everyone's a virgin for a while. And, well, it really makes you sweeter..."

"Thanks," I said, and now it was my turn to be a bit annoyed and bitter. 

At that moment, the phone rang.

"Would you get that?" Anna asked, since Ben was still playing on her lap. 

I did, and was shocked to hear a strange man on the phone saying he was Randy, and that he wanted to talk to Anna.

I flat out lied and said she wasn't there, even though Anna was looking right at me, and then he asked me to tell her he'd called. 

"Randy?" I said, incredulous, "Randy from the pool?"

Anna looked a little ashamed, but nodded.

"You gave him your phone number?"

She nodded again. 

"I'm sorry," she said. "I didn't think he would remember it."

I still looked at her, and seemingly unable to hide the disappointment on my face as I collapsed next to her on the couch. 

"I know," she said, "But I'm lonely sometimes, especially when you're not here. And, I admit, my Mom's right: sometimes I'm a shameless flirt with boys. I wonder where I learned that!?" she said sarcastically.

"You can guess, I'm sure," she added.

And I nodded.

That reminded me of something, and so I asked, "What did Helen mean by you showing me that you're a natural redhead. I don't get it. I know you are."

"Oh that," Anna said, blushing again even more deeply.

"Well," Anna finally said, "You probably remember my boyfriend before Nick—Jeff?"

"Yeah."

"Well, one time he came over to my house, my Mom's house, early in the morning. I was at the top of the stairs in my bathrobe, and he was at the bottom, and, I was sitting down, and I spread my legs a little..." She trailed off, looking at my face seeing if I got the drift.

Being dense, I didn't quite, and said, "And...?"

"Well, silly, I 'accidentally on purpose' showed him."

"Showed him," I said, as it dawned on me.

"Yeah," she said, suddenly flirty, "I showed him my pussy," and at this she reached up a big a big strand of her long hair, and playfully brushed it against my face, "and my hair down there is just this color." Anna was now clearly a bit tipsy.

I was looking at Anna in awe as now she was flirting me, almost as much as her mother had. I was also suddenly feeling my dick twitch and stiffen again. 

"I like your expression, David, you look so amazed that a woman could do that. We get horny too, you know."

"I am, I guess. Um. How did your Mom know?"

"Well, it was right in the house, and she just walked by and saw."

"Really?"

"Yep."

"What did she do?" 

"She grounded me for a month."

"Pretty tough."

"That's the least of it. Then she seduced Jeff when I wasn't there, and was fucking him constantly behind my back."

"Really?!"

"Yep. Really. She said to me later she was protecting me from his lust. But I was already 18, and so my interpretation was more that she was a Cougar enjoying his lust. Well, enjoying their lust together."

"Did you ever wonder," Anna added, still absent-mindedly rubbing her hair against my cheek, "why Jeff and I broke up?"

"Not really," I admitted, "You're so pretty you could have almost any guy. And so I figured you were just playing the field."

I finished the rest of my large glass of wine. Now I was, like Anna, a little tipsy.

"David!" Anna sounded a little bit shocked and offended, but not much.

"Well, that was sort of it, I guess, but it was more that I found out that Jeff had been fucking my Mom. Do you know what he said when I found out?"

"No," I said, "what?"

"He said my Mom was better in bed than I was."

"That's twisted," I said.

"Yeah," she said, then looked down at Ben, who'd fallen asleep in her lap. She said, "Would you put him down."

"Sure," I said, and put the little treasure down.

When I came back I decided, even though it might break the mood, to ask Anna about my money.

"Oh, yeah," she said, absently, "let me get my purse." She rummaged in it, getting some money, and then said, "You know, I've had a lot of expenses getting new clothes, stuff for the baby, and all sorts of household stuff. Is it ok if I pay you for half a week now, and the rest later when Nick's next check comes in?"

"Sure," I said, but I was clearly disappointed by the measly crumpled $60 in my hand, after a month of almost backbreaking work.

I sighed and said, "Shit. I'm suddenly hungry and thirsty."

Anna looked at me from behind her red hair, which was playing with, letting it fall over her eyes while trying to get me to smile at her.

Then she said, playfully, "Would you like some of my milk?"

"Um," I said, not sure what to say.

"I have plenty. Really!"

"I guess I could get a bottle from the fridge," I said, "and warm it up."

"No. I meant fresh. Ben only nursed one side again. My right boob is hurting again it's so full of milk. If you get me the pump, I can get you some of my fresh, sweet milk."

Anna smiled.

"Um, ok," I said, and my dick started twitching in my shorts, yet again.

I got the pump, and by the time I got back, Anna had already unbuttoned her blouse and opened her bra, revealing the tip of her engorged right breast.

She smiled as me as she saw me looking at her with a look that must have been filled with both wonder and horniness.

She said, looking down at her boob, "See? There are some advantages to working here."

"Yeah," I had to admit, even though it was thin ice. I thought of Nick with a pang of guilt. But I'm ashamed to say, that didn't make me leave.

Anna attached the pump to her boob and turned it on, and it started pumping, but itdidn't sound right.

A tiny drop of milk fell into the bottle, but clearly there was something wrong with it. It moaned more slowly and just didn't seem to have much power.

We both said at the same time: "The batteries."

"Do you get any more?" I asked, hopefully, knowing there weren't any more in this house or the big house as of yesterday, since that thing ate batteries like Anna ate chocolates.

"No," Anna admitted, and then looked at me and saw my disappointment. 

"You really want some of my milk, don't you, David?"

"Yes," I said, staring at the still exposed tip of her boob, with the nipple that still had some milk on it.

I added: "But there's no way we're going to drive out now for batteries. We're both pretty tipsy."

"There still might be a way," Anna said in a whisper, "but I don't want you to misinterpret this."

At first I didn't understand, but then it dawned on me, and I saw Anna smile one of her beautiful smiles as I caught on.

She kept whispering: "This would be for milk only. Nothing else. Do you understand?"

I nodded

"And you must promise never to tell anyone."

I nodded again.

"Ok," she said, and stood up and took me by the hand, adding, "Let's go to the bedroom and lock the door, just in case."

I followed her like a dog, since in my tipsy and horny state I was seemingly like putty in her hands.

She led me into the bedroom, closed the door behind us and locked it. In the bedroom was a small loveseat, and Anna went to it, sat down, and then took off her blouse the rest of the way, casually dropping it on the floor. Then she reached behind her and unhooked her bra, and took it off, also throwing it on the floor.

Now her breasts were free, and I was looking right at those magnificent headlights. 

"David, I've never told you, but I like how you look at me. I always feel beautiful around you. Even when I burp, or...I'd better shut up now. Come here, come closer."

I moved a little closer, but not much.

She laughed, and said, "You can't get any milk from back there."

She separated her legs wide, and motioned me with her hands to come closer, which made her breasts jiggle a little. 

"Get down on your knees," She said with a smile, still whispering.

I did as she said, and was now on my knees about two feet from her breasts.

"You'll need to get even closer than that," she whispered and laughed again.

"This one," she said, touching her right, slightly pointed breast, with its pink areola and nipple. It had a tiny drip of milk already visible on the nipple. And I could even see that it was fuller than her left breast.

"Come closer, like you're going to kiss it, and then just," she started more breathing heavily, as if anticipating, "just open your mouth and put me inside. And then..." She was now breathing more rapidly, and seemingly couldn't quite finish.

I approached her breast, until I was a fraction of an inch away. My cock was rapidly rising.

"Go ahead," she said, and then seemingly unable to wait anymore, she gently took my head with her left hand, and then held up her breast with her right hand and stuck her nipple in my open mouth.

And then she slowly squeezed her breast with her right hand, and a surprisingly strong stream of watery, and yet creamy and sweet, milk went into my mouth.