17 comments/ 184923 views/ 49 favorites Milk from My Neighbor Ch. 01 By: FernieLyn Author's Note: This is a work of fiction. "Please wait!" Sam heard a feminine voice as he entered the elevator. He turned and saw his neighbor Kaye, carrying a bag of groceries on one hand, and on the other, a baby girl. He knew her casually; they sometimes exchanged hellos and small talk. He lived across the hall from her; they occupied apartments on the 4th floor of their building. "Had a good day?" Sam asked, as the elevator door closed and they started to ascend. No other person was with them. "Oh, the usual," Kaye replied. "A bit tired, I guess. You?" She laid the bag of groceries on the floor, and shifted the baby to the other arm. "Yeah, I guess I'm tired too. Got the usual crap from work." "Still working on those programs, huh?" Kaye knew that he was a computer programmer in a small firm downtown. "Yeah, just one of the boys," he said. As the elevator stopped, he took her grocery bag and carried it for her. "I'll walk you to your door." "Oh, you needn't," Kaye said. "It's nothing. What's a bag of groceries? Besides, you're carrying the baby," he added. "Alright. Thanks." She smiled, and they walked towards her unit. Boy, she sure is cute when she smiles, he thought. They reached her apartment, then she searched in her purse for her keys. "Where are my darned keys," she muttered. "Ah, there they are!" They entered the apartment and she invited him in. "Could you put the groceries in the kitchen table, please?" Sam went to the kitchen and laid the grocery bag down. It was the first time he entered her apartment, and he noticed that it was slightly larger than his place. And it sure looks a lot prettier, he thought. This was a two bedroom unit, while his had only one bedroom. He wasn't a slob, but he was a bachelor and just needed the bare necessities, namely a bed, computer and TV. He was making a modest income as a programmer and wasn't fussy about clothes or food. "Are you alright there?" Kaye asked. "You can grab a drink from the fridge if you want. There's juice, and some beer." My, is she full of surprises, he thought. I thought new mothers weren't supposed to drink alcohol. Or is only pregnant women? He grabbed a can of Bud, opened it, and took a long sip. Then he went to the living room to continue the conversation with Kaye. As he approached the sofa, he saw that Kaye was breastfeeding the baby on the sofa armchair. Her white blouse was partially open, and the baby was sucking on her left tit. "Oh, sorry," he said. "I didn't know that you were..." "It's ok. I don't mind if you don't," she said mischievously, dimples showing. "Have a seat. It's nice to have company." Sam sat down on the couch, watching Kaye feed the baby. His eyes took in everything - pouting lips and auburn hair; the graceful curve of her neck was exposed since her hair was in a bun. He found that he liked everything that he saw, he even liked the small double chin. Her full, milk-laden breasts were white and from that distance, a few freckles were scattered on the upper portion of her chest. I wonder where else she has them? he mused. Stop thinking of that, you perv! his conscience added. "How've you been doing? I haven't seen you for quite some time," she said. "Yeah, I've been working overtime the past few weeks. We had problems with the new system we were setting up, and our client wanted it done before the end of the month. We finished the installation today and I was able to leave at 5, for the first time in a long time." "Must be tough being a genius, huh?" "Not really. I'm just a small fish in a big pond of geeks," he quipped. They continued talking, with Sam on the couch and Kaye on the single chair. Sam's breath stopped momentarily when he saw Kaye shift the baby from one nipple to another. He stared lustfully as Kaye adjusted the left detachable cup back in place, then freed her right breast from its constraints. The baby latched upon the new teat hungrily. Kaye knew that she was putting on quite a show for Sam; it was actually the first time that she fed baby Micki in front of a man. Since she lived alone, no one observed her breastfeeding activities; when she fed Micki at her parents' house, she did it in the privacy of a bedroom. She felt deliciously naughty since she knew that Sam's eyes were on her. Her conscience bothered her; she was recently widowed, but she set it aside since she had been without a man for more a year, and it has been a while since she felt attractive. She gained 20 pounds after her pregnancy, and she hadn't shed most of them yet. She longed for the days when she had her svelte figure, but she wouldn't exchange that for Micki. Her baby was all she had of Mike, her high school sweetheart who died in the recent "war against terror". "Are you busy tonight? Would you like to have dinner here?" she asked Sam. "No, I'm not busy. I was just going to hang-out at home. Are you sure it won't be a bother?" he inquired. "No, you're not a bother. Besides, it would be nice to have company. I'm often alone with the baby and I'd love to have some adult conversation," she replied. "Nothing fancy, though. Just mac and cheese and a salad." "Hell, that sounds good to me. I was planning to order a pizza. Do you mind if I go to my place for a bit? I need to drop off my things. Do you need anything else?" "No, I don't. Everything's fine. Come back in an hour. I need to do a few things too. I'll leave the door unlocked for you." As Sam left the apartment, she finished feeding Micki, burped her, then went to the smaller bedroom to place her in the crib. She then went to the kitchen to put away the groceries. She took a brief shower, taking care not to wet her hair, then put on a pair of navy blue shorts and a white tank top. Underneath it was her nursing bra. She thanked the heavens that it was spring already; no need to wear all those layers of clothing. It was difficult last winter since she was in her third trimester. Thankfully her delivery was normal and her labor was relatively short. She released her wavy hair from its bun, brushed it, then let it tumble on her shoulders. She liked keeping her hair long, but usually arranged it in a bun when she reported for work. She applied gloss on her lips, then set out to prepare their meal. It was just leftovers from last night. Since she lived alone, she tended to cook in bulk and store the rest in the fridge. As she was preparing, she became misty-eyed when she remembered Micki's birth. Her parents and her younger sister Jackie were with her at the hospital, but Mike was not. He died overseas when she was just five months pregnant. Fortunately her parents and Mike's were very supportive and comforted her during those difficult times. She almost lost the baby when she received the news that Mike was not coming back from his tour of duty. Her friends and family helped her recover, and reminded her that a new life was growing within her. "I'm back!" Sam's voice broke her out of her reverie. "I'm in the kitchen," she answered. "Need help? What can I do?" Sam asked as he approached her. Kaye saw that Sam had showered and changed too. His dark brown hair was slightly damp and he was wearing a black T-shirt, old jeans and sneakers. "I'm just tossing the salad," Kaye replied. "Could you set the table? The plates are over there," pointing to the dish rack. Sam chose some plates and utensils and placed them on the small kitchen table. The kitchen had a bright, airy feel to it. The same thing could be said about the whole apartment. It was evident that Kaye had devoted a lot of time and effort to make it a comfortable place to live in. Kaye placed the salad as well as the macaroni & cheese dish on the table. She chose to drink apple juice, while Sam took another beer. They sat down and began to eat. "Mmm, this is really good," Sam remarked. "The first real food I've had in days." "Thanks for the compliment. It's nothing special really. How's the salad?" "Great. Everything's great. Compared to my cooking, this is cordon bleu!" he joked. "So, what's the name of your baby and how old is she? She's real pretty, just like her mom." Kaye blushed at the compliment. She wasn't used to receiving them anymore, since she felt fat and she didn't have anyone to reassure her otherwise. "Her name's Michelle but I call her Micki. My husband's name was Michael. She's six months now." "Was?" he asked. He knew that she lived alone, but he thought that she was separated, or that her husband worked far away, since she still wore her wedding ring. "Yeah, he died almost a year ago in Iraq." "Oh, I'm sorry," he said. 'It's ok. I'm quite used to it now. I've had to talk about it since I started working part-time two months ago." "So what happened, if you don't mind my asking?" "He got hit when a bomb exploded near the building that they were guarding. They said he died instantly, that he didn't suffer. This was when I was five months pregnant." Her eyes had a distant, far-away look. An awkward silence followed, then Sam, to break the tension, quipped, "That must have sucked. But now you have a baby who sucks you." Oops, wrong thing to say, he thought. "A baby who's real pretty like her mom," he amended. "You're sweet," she said as she smiled at him. "But enough of me. What's your story? We've been neighbors for what, a year now, and I know so little about you." "I'm just your ordinary Midwestern boy. I grew up in a small town, studied hard, then got a part-time scholarship at Northwestern. I took up programming and worked part-time. After graduation, I got hired by my SVC Technologies. I've been there for three years now." "So you're what, 25 or 26? "Twenty-five. You?" "Just turned twenty-two. I got married when I was twenty. Pretty young, huh?" "Not really. Some of my classmates got married right out of high school. You didn't? "No, not right out of school. Mike enlisted for two years, then we got married. We've just been married three months, then he enlisted again. He said that his buddies were joining up again, and he wanted to be with them. I knew that I couldn't stop him. When he left, I didn't know that I was pregnant. And now here I am, a young widow." She was again lost in reverie. "You said you worked part time? Where?" Sam asked to gain back her attention. "Come again?" She shook herself mentally. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't be boring you with my story. You were asking?" "I asked you about your work. What do you do?" "I work as a clerk in a doctor's clinic during afternoons. I was managing quite well with Mike's benefits, but I was pretty bored staying here all the time. So I got a job, just to meet people again. My mom takes care of Micki when I work." "So your folks are from around here too?" "Yup. They live on the other side of town. I was born and raised here. My younger brother's a sophomore at Northwestern, he's on partial scholarship too. My sister's on her last year of high school. They're both smart kids, and even smarter smart-asses," she joked. Their conversation continued until dinner was over. She found out that he was an only child; his dad was a mechanic, while his mom was a clerk at a local store. Both did not attend college, so they were inordinately proud when Sam graduated and was doing well as a programmer. She found him attractive in a quiet, unassuming way. He was a bit geeky and on the slender side, but he had a self-deprecating sense of humor which she appreciated. He was of medium height at 5'11", his brown hair was in need of a haircut and his jeans were quite worn. He was the opposite of Mike. Mike was blond, louder and more muscular at 6'3"; he played football and baseball. He could have gone to college on a football scholarship, but he wanted to serve his country, so he said. Enough of Mike, she told herself. He's gone, and he wouldn't want you to be alone forever. She recalled that he knew what he was getting into before he left that second time, and always told her to live life to the fullest. They've known each other since childhood. They lived on the same block and were friends; eventually they became sweethearts in high school. She knew that Mike would want her to move on. After eating, Sam offered to wash the dishes, and Kaye objected. She said that he was a guest and shouldn't clean up. "It's only right that I do the dishes," Sam reasoned. "You prepared everything, so it's only fair that I clean up. It's what I do best in the kitchen. Just relax and watch TV." "Ok, if you say so," she chuckled. "I don't want to deprive you of the chance to show off your dishwashing skills." "Yeah, and I have a gold medal to prove it. Now run along and let me do these." "Yes sir!" she said with a mock salute. She left to check on her sleeping daughter, then headed to the sofa. She really is very pretty, he thought. Throughout dinner, he was sneaking peeks at her cleavage, and was inevitably drawn to the freckles at the top of her breasts. And her legs were so shapely, he mused. He never really thought much about her before. Sure, she was cute, but the first time he saw her, she was heavily pregnant and he thought her to be off-limits. They didn't see each other often, but he remembered wondering if she had a husband or boyfriend, since he didn't see a man coming from or going to her apartment. She was friendly and had a nice smile, with dimples on both cheeks. He liked the way the light caught red highlights in her auburn hair. She was of medium height; he guessed her to be around 5'6". He was glad that they took the elevator together today, and was able to get to know her better. Upon learning that she was single (well, widowed), he immediately thought of dating her. Better go slow, he thought. She seems too nice for a casual fuck. He had his share of fuck buddies in college; although he belonged to the geek crowd, he later found out that there were girls in need of tutoring in math and science subjects, and were willing to exchange body fluids with him. During his first year at work, he got involved with Denise from Accounting. It ended badly when he discovered that she was not bedding him exclusively and was also fucking Jerry from the HR department. It was a good thing that his buddies Nick and Jim told him of the news; apparently everyone else knew that Denise was two-timing him. Since then, he vowed not to get involved with anyone from the office. Being the object of office gossip was not something he wanted to occur again, not to mention the pain and humiliation he suffered. Sam found Kaye very attractive with her full, milk-heavy breasts and luscious body. He had always been a sucker for full-figured women. Earlier he noticed pictures of a younger Kaye and Mike, as well as those of Micki scattered around the house. Kaye was slimmer then, but he preferred her body as it is now. When Kaye got to the couch, she turned the television on and surfed channels. She finally settled on HBO, and gave her attention to watching the film. She heard footsteps behind her, and looked up to see Sam standing behind her. She smiled, then invited him to sit beside her. "What's showing?" he asked. "The Sixth Sense. Seen it before?" "About a dozen times. Gotta love Bruce Willis!" he quipped, and they both laughed. As they sat beside each other, Sam was treated to the beautiful sight of Kaye's boobs. He was enjoying the view much more than the movie. Fortunately Kaye did not notice his distraction. After a while, he placed his right arm around her shoulders, wondering if she would object. When she laid her head on his shoulder, he became more confident and held her tighter. She just smiled to herself, and snuggled closer. It's been so long since anyone held me like this, she thought. When Mike left, she was still unaware of her pregnancy. She told him over the phone, and he was delighted with the news. It was a pity that he didn't live to see his beautiful daughter. As she snuggled beside Sam, her lids grew heavier as the events of the day caught up with her. Sam was pretending to watch the movie, then took a peek at Kaye. He saw that she had fallen asleep. It's good that she's sleeping, he thought. Being so close to her was giving him a hard-on. Not to mention that her left hand was resting on his thigh. He adjusted his jeans to take care of the mild discomfort, then continued watching Bruce with the Osment kid while lightly caressing Kaye's shoulder and arm. Even after the movie was over, Sam continued to watch TV. He was enjoying the feel of Kaye's soft body and her gentle, floral scent. He would have been content to stay like that, when he heard the cries of Micki from the bedroom. He gently shook Kaye awake. "Kaye," he said. "Micki is crying." She blinked, then yawned. "Hmm...I must've fallen asleep." "Yeah, you did. Listen, Kaye, I have to go, I have work tomorrow. And Micki is crying in the other room." "She probably needs changing. Thanks for waking me up." "You're welcome." They both stood up, and Kaye walked Sam to the door. "Thanks for dinner, it was great," he said. "I had a nice time tonight." "I had a nice time too. Feel free to knock if you want some company. I'm just here with Micki." To his surprise, Kaye reached up and kissed him on the cheek. "Good night, Sam," she said softly. "Good night," he replied. He wanted to see her again soon, and came up with an idea. "Listen, what if I brought dinner tomorrow? So that we're even." "You don't have to repay me, but sure, come up tomorrow," she answered. "Same time, around 6:30?" "Right. Chinese take-out ok? You know I can't cook." "Chinese is fine. See you tomorrow." They both heard the cries grow louder. "Now I must tend to my very wet and angry baby. Good night, Sam." They exchanged smiles, then she closed the door. **** Sam buzzed Kaye's door at precisely 6:30. He was carrying bags containing egg foo young, spring rolls, chop suey, beef with broccoli and other goodies. It was a Friday and he hoped that he would get even closer to her during the weekend. "Hi, come on in!" Kaye said cheerfully as she opened the door. She was a sight for sore eyes. She was wearing a jeans miniskirt and a light pink tank top covered her upper torso. He was happy to note that her full breasts were very prominent. "You look great!" he said, then dropped a kiss on her cheek. She blushed, then led him in. He followed her to the kitchen, appreciating the view of her round ass and shapely legs. This woman is determined to test my sanity, he thought. In the kitchen he saw Micki on a kid's high chair. Kaye was apparently feeding her solid food when he interrupted her. "Hello, baby girl. How's my pretty one?" he asked Micki, then made funny faces at her. To his delight, she gave him a toothless smile. "She sure is pretty. She's gonna break hearts when she grows up," he told Kaye. "Don't remind me. She's already a heartbreaker at this stage. She's got all of my dad's cronies wrapped around her little finger," said Kaye. "By the way, do you mind fixing the food on the table? I have to finish feeding her." "Sure, don't worry about me. Take your time." In the midst of arranging the food on the table, he remarked, " I thought you were breastfeeding her?" "Yeah, I am, but I'm also beginning to feed her some solid food. She'll be teething soon. So far she's been eating well, but today she's being fussy. I can't get her to finish her food," she lamented. "Tell you what, let me try." "Really?" she asked dubiously. "Really. You take care of this," he said, referring to the Chinese food. Milk from My Neighbor Ch. 01 "Alright." They exchanged places, and to her surprise, Sam was able to feed Micki until the last spoonful was finished. After drinking from the water bottle, Micki gave him a drooling smile and waved her chubby fists in the air. Sam asked permission to carry Micki, and Kaye acquiesced. She felt her attraction to Sam increase as she watched him play with her daughter. He was cooing nonsense and making funny faces, and Micki was giggling as she enjoyed the show. "Hey you clown, let's eat. I'm starving!" "Where will I put her?" he asked. "On her chair. She can watch us eat. She likes it when I have company." Sam put Micki down, then Kaye and he sat down to eat. "Oooh, this all looks good. But you brought a lot!" Kaye commented. "I didn't know what you liked, so I bought the whole bunch. Dig in!" **** After dinner, Sam cleaned up while Kaye settled the baby down for the night. As she walked to the living room, Sam was already on the couch, surfing channels. She sat beside him, then looked at the DVDs that he had placed on the coffee table. "Bruce again?" she smirked. "Yup. Die Hard 1 to 3! Which one do you want to watch?" "Let's start with the first. Then we can watch the others next time." As Sam inserted the disk into the machine, he thought, Cool. There'll be a next time. It seems she likes me as much as I like her. Sam sat beside her, and placed his arm around her shoulders. She didn't hesitate, and cuddled against him. They watched the movie in silence, lost in their own thoughts. Sam's felt his cock harden as the action unfolded in the screen. It didn't help that he was surrounded with Kaye's lavender scent and her hand was absently drawing circles on his thigh. Finally, he took his chance and tilted her chin using his finger. She gave him a hesitant smile, and at the sight of her dimples, he was lost. He touched his lips to hers, gently at first. He gave her small, exploratory kisses, then he slid his tongue inside her mouth. She welcomed his assault, and soon they were kissing passionately, their tongues duelling, and breaths becoming shorter. Their hands were not idle, either. Sam's hands were lifting her tank top away from her body. Soon he was feathering light, open-mouthed kisses on her neck and on the top of her breasts. He saw that she was wearing a regular nursing bra, and as he unhooked the tops the flaps fell open. There were pads stuck inside to catch the flow of milk; these dropped to the floor as they were deprived of support. Her full globes lay exposed to his gaze. "You're so beautiful," he said, as he reverently touched a finger to her leaking teat. The areolas were dark and big, and her nipples stood up proudly. He bent his head to one breast and licked the nipple. He then latched his mouth hungrily to the swollen tit, and felt the warm liquid spurt into his mouth. His eyes closed in ecstasy as he proceeded to suck the heavenly fluid. She moaned he continued his assault on her breasts. With one hand, she unclipped the back strap of her bra, and with the other, she urged him to take more of her boob into his mouth. He willingly obliged, just pausing for a moment to rid the bra off her body. He then attacked the right breast, his moans making delicious vibrations and adding to the warm sensations which were building up in her pussy. He kneaded her left breast, expressing more milk, making his hand sticky. "Yes... suck my tits," she murmured, as her hips rose to gain more contact with his body. Upon hearing her encouragement, he increased his oral attention on her mammaries, sucking even more fiercely. His free hand crept along her bare thigh which was exposed by the short skirt. Her legs opened wider, and his fingertips brushed her moist panties. She whispered her encouragement as he swept aside the crotch and inserted a finger into her silken sheath. Her moans increased in volume, and he slowly moved his finger in and out of her warmth, occasionally rubbing his thumb on her swollen clit. The movement of her hips increased as the tension escalated in her loins. He inserted a second, then a third finger into her crevice, loving the sound of her moans and the juices from her breast and cunt. He continued finger-fucking her, searching for her G-spot to give her the utmost pleasure. "Yes, oh, yes... almost there," she said. With his continued assault on her breast, clit and pussy, he was able to bring her to a shuddering climax within moments. He held on to her tit as she recovered from the aftermath of her orgasm, loving the way she held his head close to her breast. Breathing in short gasps, she lifted his head and they exchanged soft kisses as she recovered from her sexual high. He gave her feather-light kisses along her face, chin and neck as she tried to regain control of her breathing. She was aware that he was still unfulfilled; the crotch of his jeans was tented. His cock twitched as she laid a hand upon his crotch, looked into his deep brown eyes and whispered, "Take me to bed." "Gladly," he replied. He stood up and lifted her into his arms, intending to carry her to the bedroom. "What? ... Put me down, I'm too heavy to carry!" she protested. He ignored her pleas and answered that she weighed just fine. He walked the short distance to her room, then slid her along his body until her feet touched the floor. He switched the lamp on, wanting to see her in all her glory. She demurred, saying she wanted to make love in the dark. No one had seen her naked since Mike, and she was conscious of her stretch marks and the bump on her belly. As they were standing beside the bed she said, "No, turn off the light, I don't want you see me." "You're so beautiful, Kaye. Why should I not want to see you?" She avoided looking at him, then replied, "I'm fat and ugly. I have all these stretch marks and lumps. I'm not exactly cheerleader material anymore." He lifted her chin, looked deep into her eyes and said, "Kaye, you are not fat. To me you are all that is beautiful. I've seen your pictures when you were younger, you were beautiful then, but you're even more beautiful now. Can't you feel how much I want you?" He took her hand and placed it on his jeans-covered cock. Her hand curled upon encountering the proof of his arousal, and she caressed his hard-on which was still covered by denim. He proceeded to show her by feathering kisses on her neck and chin. "If you are referring to your curves here," he said as he lightly kissed her breast, "and here," as he kissed her tummy, "they make me want you even more." His words made her shiver with arousal. She brought him up from his kneeling position, and kissed him ravenously. "Make love to me," she whispered. He gave her passionate kisses of his own, while his hands were busy unhooking the button of her skirt. He released her lips to slide her skirt and panties off her hips. He stared at her moist lower lips, gave it a brief kiss, stood up and laid her on the bed. He promised himself to savor her nether regions another time. Right now, both of them were too aroused and wanted to be close in the most intimate way possible. He undressed swiftly, then joined her on the bed. After exchanging several open-mouthed kisses, he slid lower and again attacked her nipple. He had not drained her before, and her breasts were still leaking. He latched on to a rubbery tit and sucked the sweet fluid emanating from her swollen globes. Kaye held his head tightly to her breast, her moans encouraging him to suck even more. Her free hand reached for his cock, stroking it and making it even harder. After several pleasure-filled moments, Kaye could not ignore the ache in her pussy. She lifted his head, looked into his eyes and said, "I want you inside me." Perfectly willing to concur, Sam looked up and asked her, "Are you protected?" When she shook her head, he got off the bed and removed a condom from his jeans pocket. He unwrapped it, and rolled it onto his member, then got back into bed. He leaned onto Kaye, one hand supporting him, while the other guided his cock into her warm opening. He spread her juices around his cock to provide more lubrication. Pushing forward, he gave a short thrust, burying the head within her. They both moaned at the exquisite feelings rippling through their bodies. "Oh... that feels so good," moaned Kaye as she felt the cockhead enter her. "Do it gently at first, it's been a long time," she whispered. Sam shifted his weight and thrust slowly, and soon all of his length was buried within her. They were both breathing heavily as the waves of sensation swept within them. His dick was held in the tightest sheath he'd experienced in years; the feelings flooding him. For Kaye, she felt that her pussy was filled to capacity, and opened her legs wider to get more of him inside her. She wrapped her arms and legs around him, and soon they were joining in the age-old ritual of mating. Her hips rose and fell from the bed as she thrust upwards in time with his downward movements. What began as a slow waltz speeded up to a faster rhythm of lust. "Yes.. take me faster and harder... harder...," she said in between gasps and moans. Sam's head dove to her breasts, wanting to ingest more of her warm, life-giving milk. He continued to thrust harder into her as he latched on to her rubbery teat, enjoying the feel of fluids spurting into his mouth. Kaye could not contain the feelings brought about by the dual stimulation of her breasts and cunt. Her moans became louder, as Sam continued to pound himself harder and harder. He felt his balls begin to contract, and he released her teat to concentrate on thrusting and bringing them both to a climax. He slid one hand between them, and his thumb rubbed against her clit. The additional stimulus triggered Kaye's orgasm, and her body shuddered in release. The contraction of her pussy walls induced his own climax, he soon followed as his pleasure well built up like a fountain and burst out. They were both shaken to the core from their soul-shattering explosions. Sam sprawled on top of her for a few moments, then gathered enough energy to raise himself up and plant gentle kisses on her face. He rolled onto her side, and began to lap at the milky juices spread on her chest. Shifting from one breast to another, he drained both breasts, then kissed each nipple softly, as her fingers gently ran through his dishevelled hair. They exchanged soft sighs and kisses in the aftermath of their exertions. "That was... wow!" she whispered to him, amazed at the intensity of their lovemaking. "Yeah... wow. I sure hope this becomes a regular occurrence," he said. "I love your milk, and adore your luscious body." "Yes, it will be," she murmured tiredly. "I produce too much milk for Micki, and we wouldn't want that to be wasted, right?" "Right," he concurred. He got up to dispose of the condom, then returned to bed and spooned onto her back as his hand cupped her breast. Soon they drifted off to sleep. **** That weekend, Sam stayed at her place. He went to his apartment briefly to get a change of clothes, not that it mattered since they were naked and in bed most of the time. They occasionally got out of bed to eat, and for Kaye to feed and change Micki. After the baby got her fill, Sam rose to the occasion and enthusiastically drained her breasts. A romp in bed usually followed. They soon ran out of condoms, and decided to go bareback even though Kaye was not on the pill. He slept with her every night, and after two weeks, he moved into her apartment since he was spending all his time there anyway. After two months of living together, she gave him the news of her pregnancy. She loved him and was happy to be carrying his baby. Sam was ecstatic and immediately proposed. By then he was also madly in love with Kaye and wanted to spend the rest of his life with her and baby Micki. They got married in a simple civil ceremony. It was her second wedding and she didn't want a big, fussy wedding again. Sam was happy to agree with her wishes, and both of their families were elated at the prospect of a new arrival in the family. As their married life goes on, he continues to suckle at her breasts while awaiting the birth of their new baby. Life couldn't be sweeter for Sam. *FINIS* *Thanks for reading my story. This is my first submission, so comments and votes are most welcome.* Milk from My Neighbor Ch. 02 AN: Thanks for all the votes and comments. In Chapter 1, neighbors Sam and Kaye fell in love and got married. They are now expecting a baby. This chapter can stand alone but it's better if you've read the 1st chapter. It's a fetish story and a love story as well. This is a work of fiction. **** "Honey, I'm home!" Sam entered the apartment, carrying his briefcase and two bags of groceries. He laid them on the floor, then removed his coat and hung it. It was mid-October and the days were becoming chilly. "In the kitchen, sweetie!" answered Kaye, his beautiful, pregnant wife. He walked to the kitchen, bringing the bags of groceries. His wife was at the sink, preparing something. He paused for a moment, leaning against the kitchen wall to enjoy the sight. She was wearing a jeans miniskirt and a figure hugging green T-shirt. From behind, one would not know that she was pregnant since she still retained her luscious figure. What a sight to come home to! he thought. She somehow sensed his presence and turned. A smile lit up her face, exposing her dimples on both cheeks. He laid the grocery bag on the floor and approached her, then gave her a deep, satisfying kiss. What a welcome! I must be the luckiest guy in the world. he mused. As they kissed, he caressed her belly, feeling the new life within. She was five months pregnant, and her belly was rounding up nicely. He felt that the top buttons of her skirt were unbuttoned due to her expanding abdomen. It didn't matter since he thought that his wife was sexier than ever and they were both excited to see their new baby. After the kiss, she rested her head on his shoulder as he caressed her back and feathered light kisses on her ears and on the side of her neck. Her long, wavy auburn hair was caught up in a pony tail and left her neck exposed. Her light lavender scent was driving him crazy, and was causing the blood to rise to his member. "Mmm... that's nice...." Kaye murmured. "But save some for later, and don't give me a hickey. I have to work tomorrow and I don't want to have to cover it." With that, she squeezed his semi-erect cock lightly, then moved away from his arms, albeit with a teasing smile. Boy, I sure hope I'm gonna get some tonight, he thought. "Did you get the groceries, hon?" asked Kay. "Yup, everything in your list, including the baby wipes and diapers, size L." He laid his purchases proudly on the table. "Thanks. Could you feed Micki while I put these away?" She gave him the plastic bowl containing the baby's food, then turned to arrange the groceries. Taking the bowl, he said, "Sure, hon," then walked towards the baby girl seated on the high chair. "How's my little princess? Were you a good girl for grandma today?" "Dada!" said baby Micki, as she waved her chubby arms and legs. He set the bowl down, then picked up the one year old girl to turn her around, and gave blowing kisses to her face, neck and shoulders. Little Micki cooed and giggled as she enjoyed her stepfather's antics. Kaye paused for a moment to observe Sam play with Micki. I'm glad that Sam loves Micki so much, she thought. Micki was her child with her first husband Mike, her high school sweetheart who was killed in Iraq one and a half years ago. Micki was six months old when she started her relationship with Sam. Sam and Kaye were neighbors and lived on the same floor of the apartment building. One evening, she invited him for a meal and they ended up sharing more than just food. He later moved in with her, and two months after, they got married. Now she was pregnant again and awaiting the birth of their child. One of the reasons for her attraction to Samuel Whitfield was his affection for her baby. He genuinely cared for Micki and often played with her. Ever since he moved in, they shared the household chores as well as diaper duties. He liked to take care of the baby and was shaping up to be a good father. The adoption papers were being processed and soon Micki would be a Whitfield as well. Sam and she never really "dated"; they knew each other casually as neighbors then they just drifted together. She was lonely and insecure as a young widow, while he was a shy, geeky programmer. He had a self-deprecating sense of humor, and was surprisingly a great lover. Once, in the throes of lovemaking, she asked him how he got his "experience", and he answered with an evil grin, "A gentleman never tells," then proceeded to eat her pussy to orgasm. After her sexual high, she forgot all about it as he went on top of her and pounded her to bliss. He made her body sing with joy and could give her multiple orgasms. Her first husband Mike was a considerate lover but they were both inexperienced and were each other's firsts. One evening, in the midst of giving him a blowjob, she was able to extract the secret from him. He mentioned that in college, he tutored girls in some math and science classes, and engaged in the occasional fling. He had several "friends with benefits" and they all had parted amicably after college. He didn't have a serious girlfriend until Denise, a co-worker in the Accounting department of his firm. That relationship ended badly since he found out that Denise was involved with another guy. Since then, he only dated casually until he got together with Kaye. For Sam, he considered being with Kaye the best thing that ever happened to him in his twenty-five years. He was shy around girls and during high school, he was with the brainy crowd and was never taken seriously by the popular girls. He popped his cherry during prom night with Jackie, a friend who agreed to be his prom date. They were lab partners and liked each other's company. They both didn't want to go to the prom dateless, so they ended up going with each other. After the party, they went to Millhouse creek in his hometown and sat beneath the stars. He brought a blanket for the occasion, and soon they were feeling each other up. They lost their virginities to each other, but both felt that that the experience was nothing special. They agreed that there were no sparks between them, and decided to continue on as friends. Jackie and he went to separate colleges and he majored in computers. It was during his college days that he was able to explore his sexual skills as there were many girls who were available for the taking and who didn't mind his geekiness. Jackie studied chemistry in college and he still got an occasional email from her as she pursued her graduate degree in Biochemistry. Sam paused from his musing as he coaxed Micki to eat the mashed food. "C'mon, princess, open up!" he said. As he loosened his tie and fed Micki, he marvelled at the love that he felt for the baby and her mother. Micki was a tiny replica of Kaye, with her auburn curls and dimples. Her eyes were blue, unlike Micki's grey ones. Micki inherited her eyes from her dad Mike, Kaye's first husband. He was sometimes still surprised at the attraction that they felt during that first dinner together a few months ago. She was way beyond him in the looks department; she was a cheerleader in high school and her first husband was a jock. He knew that he was no Mr. Hyde, but he wasn't a Brad Pitt or George Clooney type either. He was just an average looking guy, and felt lucky that a girl as hot as Kaye was in love with him. Even now that Kaye was pregnant and hadn't lost the weight from her first pregnancy, she was more attractive in his eyes. He never liked the anorexic types that Hollywood was continually feeding the public; he preferred girls with meat on their bones. He knew that during the start of their relationship, Kaye felt insecure about her added weight, so he immediately let his appreciation for her curves be known. After he finished feeding the baby, he saw that Kaye had already prepared their dinner on the table. The two adults sat down to eat while Micki watched them from her high chair. **** Sam sat on the couch, listening to the news while he waited for his wife to join him. He had cleaned up after their dinner, while Kaye was still settling the baby down for the night. She was probably breastfeeding Micki before her bedtime. He smacked his lips in anticipation of his night time treat. As Micki was eating solid food as well, Kaye was now producing more milk than the baby could consume, and he was happy to suck the additional supply. He had happily been doing it since he got together with Kaye; he was now addicted to the taste of the sweet offering from her breasts. Kaye walked to the sofa and sat at the opposite end of it. She leaned on the armrest, then placed her feet on Sam's lap. Sam played with her feet, all the while hearing about the results of the recent debate of Democrat candidates for the presidency. He had learned that Kaye liked foot massages, they often made her horny and they ended up having great sex afterwards. It was a win-win situation; her feet felt good and he got laid. He started with the pads of her foot. He also massaged her toes and appreciated her toenails which were covered with red polish. He never thought of himself as a foot fetishist, but early on, he discovered that he enjoyed watching Kaye as she applied nail polish on her toenails. Hell, he enjoyed everything that she did to her body. His expert hands then paid special attention to her instep, then her heels, ankles and calves. "Ohh... that feels good," said Kaye. "You sure know how to press my buttons, Sammy." He knew that he was doing the right thing when she called him "Sammy". She only called him that when they were in the bedroom and she was feeling horny or exceedingly sweet. He repeated the procedure on the other foot, earning sighs of appreciation from Kaye, then ended by caressing her right calf. Kaye's other foot was by now teasing his dick, causing an erection beneath his slacks. He proceeded to rain light kisses on her calves, going up to her thighs. He could smell the musky scent of her arousal, hardening his cock even further. He then went up to kiss her lips, gently at first, then with increasing passion. Their tongues duelled for supremacy as one of his hands raised her shirt and caressed her breasts through the nursing bra. Her hands were busy removing his shirt from his slacks, then she ran her hands eagerly along his back muscles. Sam abandoned her lips to stare lustfully at her full, milk-engorged tits. He then released the hooks that held the flaps, exposing her breasts to his hungry gaze. He latched on to the swollen teat and sucked to his heart's content. His eyes closed in ecstasy, savoring the sweet taste of her warm milk. His moans against her breast caused delicious vibrations which sent delightful sensations straight to her pussy. He enjoyed the rubbery hardness of the nipple, the warm plumpness of her breast, and most especially the milky offering of her mammaries. He relished the exquisite flavor and would never tire it. At the background, he heard the voice of the newscaster as he read the events of the day; however, the sounds emanating from his wife were more pleasing to his ears. "Ohh... Sammy... yes... suck my tits, drink my milk," she murmured, as her hips rose to rub against his. As he was suckling like a babe in her arms, his other hand was busy fondling her free right boob. He palmed the soft flesh, then caught the fat nipple between his thumb and forefinger, pinching lightly. Her moans spurred him on to greater heights, causing him to suck harder and pinch her nipple further. As he drained one tit, he transferred his oral attention to its twin and suckled with renewed force. His right hand caressed the drained tit, adding to the pleasurable sensations building up in Kaye's lower body. He didn't care whether the Democrats chose Hillary Clinton or Barack Obama as their official candidate; all he cared about at the moment was his sweet wife and the pleasure they derived from each other's bodies. His free left hand crept along her bare thighs which were already exposed by the miniskirt. She opened her legs wider, encouraging him to touch her swollen folds. His fingers caressed her moist warmth through her cotton panties, teasing her; the cloth was soaked with her juices. "Sammy... Sammy, don't tease," she protested. Releasing her tit, he asked, "What do you want, honey?" as he looked into her stormy grey eyes. "I want your fingers," she answered. "You want them where?" his fingers inched higher, lightly teasing the swollen bud beneath the soaked cotton. "In my pussy!" "Where?" he asked teasingly, his fingers hovering but not touching her wetness. "I want your fingers inside my pussy!" she said as her hips undulated to increase the contact with his teasing digits. To her delight, this satisfied him as he growled and swept aside the crotch of her panties, his fingertips sweeping over her warm cunny. His mouth returned to suckle at her honey-filled teat as he inserted first one, then two fingers inside her, slowly thrusting them in and out, then increasing his speed. His fingers curled, searching for the spot that he knew would give her more pleasure. Her hands were moving urgently on his head, shoulders and back as he kept up the slow torture. Her sighs and moans were increasing in urgency, as did the thrusting of her pelvis. The squishy sound of his fingers could be heard as he revelled in the moist offerings of her pussy. He knew that she was close to her peak so he doubled his efforts to help her attain it. He rubbed her clit lightly and slowly at first, then increased the speed and pressure to spur her on to fulfilment. "Sammy...ohh... Sammy.... almost there.... Ohh... SAMMYYYY!" she shrieked as the feelings built up to a boil and burst within her. As she recovered from her sexual high, she opened her eyes and found Sam watching her lovingly. He removed his fingers from her crotch, then brought them up to his lips. He sucked his fingers, enjoying the taste of her juices in his mouth. She then held his head and kissed him, their tongues swirling and duelling. She could taste her juices in his mouth and it excited her. She slid a hand between their bodies and fondled his cock through his pants. Before things could escalate further, Sam broke the kiss. "You go to bed, honey. I'll lock up and follow shortly." With a light kiss on her lips, he got up then helped her stand. He patted her butt, then said, "Go to bed, wife. I want you there, warm, wet and willing." She pulled his head down, then gave him a long, passionate kiss. When his hands went around her to cup her butt, she moved out of his arms, then walked to the direction of the bedroom. After a few steps, she paused and said over her shoulder, "Hurry up, husband. If you're not there in five minutes, the offer is revoked!" she said saucily as she sauntered to the bedroom. Hearing her words, he sped up in his efforts. He locked the front door, then turned the TV and the lights off. He walked swiftly to the bedroom, not an easy task since his cock was filled to bursting. When he reached the room, he saw his wife lying on the bed, pregnant and naked, with her long hair spread on the pillow and her legs spread wide. Her moist folds were shiny in the soft glow of the bedside lamp. He licked his lips, then closed the door and immediately began to undress. He walked to the bed as his eyes took in her nakedness. She moved to the edge of the bed, and as he approached it, held her hand up to prevent him from climbing on to the bed. "Let me help you with that first," she said, referring to his hard-on. "And then I want you to eat me and fuck me!" Who was he to argue? he thought. "I'm all yours," he said. Kaye looked into his dark brown eyes, then kneeled on the floor. Slowly, she stroked his dick, gripping it lightly, then with more force. The cockhead was dripping with moisture, and she spread the sticky liquid, using it to lubricate her hands. Still maintaining eye contact, she licked her lips, then brought her mouth closer to his cock. His member was average in length and girth, but she looked at it as if it was a very delicious meal that she would eagerly partake of. She first licked the head, then the area directly below it, while her hand jerked him off. He made protesting sounds as she continued to tease him. He tucked her hair behind her ears so that he could see her pretty face as she continued her oral ministrations. Finally, she swallowed the head and sucked his cock, her tongue teasing the tiny opening. She bobbed her talented head up and down, thoroughly enjoying the sound of his moans and groans. Her equally talented hands were not idle; one hand was jerking him off while the other was playing with his balls. Due to their earlier play, he was thoroughly aroused and nearing his peak. His hands gripped her head and his hips thrust forward. His balls were aching and he could feel his spunk wanting to burst forth. He was nearing the end. "Honey... I'm gonna cum," he warned. With that, she increased her efforts and after a few pleasure-filled moments, he released his juices into her willing mouth. "Ahhhhhhh..." he moaned. She swallowed his offering, then continued to suck until every spurt was released. When every single drop was accounted for, she released his cock, then stood up to kiss him. Previously, he didn't want to kiss after a girl had swallowed his cum, but with Kaye, it didn't matter. They exchanged soft kisses as he struggled to control his heavy breathing. He lifted her into his arms, then laid her gently on the bed. Her legs opened invitingly. He followed her to the bed, and after raining soft kisses on her face, neck and shoulders, he attacked her breasts with renewed vigor. He licked one tit, avoiding the nipple at first. His hand caressed her right boob as he lashed his tongue around the aureole, taking care not to touch the heated center. Her fingers drifted along his hair, shoulders and back, caressing him. As he continued to tease her nipple, she lifted her torso, pushing the firm breast meat into his mouth. He finally relented, and wrapped his lips upon the nipple to suck. He latched on to the teat urgently, drinking from it like a man dying of thirst in the desert. Her breasts had started to produce milk again, and with a few gentle pulls, he enjoyed the results of his oral stimulation as the delicious juices trickled into his mouth. He swallowed convulsively, relishing the flavor of the milky offerings of her firm tits. He could spend the whole night just suckling at her breasts, but he remembered the promised treasures of her nether regions. After draining one teat, he attacked its twin, subjecting it to the same treatment. He emptied both hills of their milky contents then ventured south, stopping at her belly to caress her womb and spread light kisses on it, acknowledging the new life within. He gazed at her shaved pussy hungrily, basking at the sight of her moist folds and the scent of her arousal. He licked the juices from her crotch and the periphery of her pussy. He touched his tongue to her wet cunt, starting at the bottom, then moved upward towards her slit. He licked a smaller area first, his tongue moving at a regular rhythm, savoring her juices and enjoying her taste. He avoided touching her clit, concentrating on the lower portion of her pussy and reserving the blood-engorged button for a later time. "Sammy... that feels so good," she moaned, as her hands gripped his head to pull him tighter against her and her hips moved restlessly on the bed. He then attacked her slit, his tongue reaching into her crevice and exploring from the inside out. Her copious juices slowly burst forth, moistening her folds, making them shiny and wet. After licking her dew-filled lips, he lapped at the area around her clit, teasing her, swirling it around, not quite touching the bud. Her moans increased in volume as he continued to deprive her of that much needed stimulation. Milk from My Neighbor Ch. 02 He relented to her pleas he touched his tongue to her clit, gently licking it. As he tongued her love button, he inserted two fingers into her warm orifice, pumping them in and out of her wet cavern. Her abundant liquids aided the entry of his digits, making them slick and sticky. Finally he sucked at her clit, making her gasp as she revelled in the exquisite sensations. "Yes... eat me honey... make me come," she encouraged. "Mmmm," he murmured, increasing his efforts. He sensed that she was near her peak, so he increased the speed of his thrusting fingers and reached for her nipple with his free hand. He swirled his tongue around the tip as he sucked vigorously on the little knob, adding to the feelings surrounding her pussy. With the triple stimulation to her clit, pussy and tit, the feelings overwhelmed her and she came with a blinding force, shattering her in its fury. "Ahhhh........." she shrieked loudly, oblivious to the sound while in the midst of her orgasm. Her cunt juices poured forth, drenching his face. He lapped at her folds, enjoying the tart taste of her liquids. As she lay on the bed, catching her breath, he kissed her face and neck, giving her a few moments to recover before starting another sexual assault. "Are you ready now, honey?" Sam asked, as he straightened, moving onto position between her legs. "Do you want this cock inside you?" "Yes! I want it. I want that cock of yours inside me. Fuck me, Sammy, fuck me and make me cum!" During their brief time together, Kaye had begun to enjoy talking dirty while having sex. Hearing his sweet, luscious wife talk asking him to fuck her heightened his arousal and spurred him to greater heights of passion. Kneeling between her legs, he opened them wide as he used one hand to guide his member into her slit. He placed her calves onto his shoulders then he slipped into her slowly, entering her inch by inch. When the head of his cock pushed into her, they both groaned at the sensation. She felt a wonderful fullness as his tool continued its way inside her. Slowly, he bottomed out, his cock fully inserted, his balls touching her butt cheeks. He paused for a moment, enjoying the feeling of finally being inside her. Her cunt muscles squeezed him, gripping his cock and making him groan at the delightful friction. He retreated carefully, pulling his cock until only the head was inside. She shuddered as she felt the nerve endings come alive at his motion. His member was shiny with her juices, then he again plunged into her, burying his cock entirely. He began the rhythm of mating, pulling in and out slowly at first. Wet, squishy sounds could be heard as his member slid in and out of her pussy, as well as the slapping of his balls against her ass cheeks. He took his time, caressing her thighs, then sucking her toes as his hips continued to move. Gradually, he increased his speed and intensity as he moved his hands to her hips to add more power to his strokes. His thrusts became harder and faster, urging her to reach her peak with him inside her. Slap, slap, slap... the sounds could be heard as their hips rose and fell in sync, both of them oblivious to the outside world, lost in their passionate world. Their moans and groans became louder as they continued their erotic dance. He changed the angle of his strokes so that his pubis ground into her clit, stimulating the nerves there, adding to the mix of feelings surrounding her. He pounded into her aggressively, thrusting with long, hard strokes. He could sense that she was near her climax, so he slid one hand to her clit, rubbing vigorously. The added stimulation spurred her on, urging her to reach for that seemingly unattainable goal. "Sammy, keep fucking me, I'm gonna cum" she encouraged. Sam did just that, increasing the force of this thrusts as he pinched her clit. "I'm gonna cum, ....ohh.. ohh... OHHHHH...." she moaned as she crested into a world of bliss. He kept plunging into her slowly, as her body shuddered and her cuntal walls gripped him. Her juices flooded his cock as he continued pumping his cock into her even wetter pussy. He still had staying power as she had sucked him off earlier and his balls did not feel tight. He knew that he could still pound into her to give her more orgasms. He enjoyed the sight of her full breasts and rounding stomach as he ground into her slowly, giving her time to recover from her sexual high. As Kaye drifted back to earth, she became aware that Sam was plunging into her in a slow and gentle manner. She looked into his eyes and said lustfully, "I want to be on top." Readily, he agreed. He then released her legs from his shoulders and lay on the bed beside her. She climbed on top of him and straddled his legs. Staying on her knees, she moved along his body to put herself into position until her pussy was above his erect cock. With one hand holding Sam's dick, she raised her body, then lowered herself slowly to his upright member. As the thick head went inside her, she sighed as she felt the pleasure run through her body, starting from the point where his tool speared her, spreading to her extremities. She went lower until the top half of his cock was engulfed. She again lifted her torso, raising herself until only the thick wedge was inside her. She looked at him and smiled teasingly, prolonging the moment of agony. She plunged into him, swallowing his whole length inside her moist cavern. She stayed in that position, rocking herself back and forth and just enjoying the feeling of his fullness within her. Sam looked up to his wife, enjoying the sight of her on top of him. Her pretty face, her long mussed hair, the freckles scattered along her nose, shoulders and tops of her breasts - all brought him great pleasure. Her eyes were closed as she slowly slid back and forth on top of him. Her hands were on his stomach to support her torso as she pushed him in and out of her. Sam could not resist her quivering breasts as she moved on top of him. He caressed her full mounds as she continued to rock Urging her forward, he raised his head to suck on her luscious breasts as he moved his hips upwards to meet her downward thrusts. The sounds of slapping bodies could be heard as Kaye's hands reached for the headboard and fed her nipple into his hungry mouth. He tried to induce milk to come out of it by sucking gently at first. After a few futile tries, his patience was rewarded with a small stream of milky fluid. He suckled contentedly as his lower body drilled upwards to reach into her wet cavern. This continued for several delicious minutes until the urge to cum filled them both. Her pussy juices kept them well lubricated, enabling his shaft to push in and out of her without difficulty. The squishing sounds that they had grown to love increased in volume as her fluids eased their union. His mouth released her tit, enabling him to concentrate on pumping her until they both surrendered to ecstasy. His hands went to her hips to guide her downward thrusts, bringing their bodies even closer. "Ohh... ohh...ohh," she whimpered, as she squeezed her cuntal walls to grip his dick further. "Uhh... uhh...uhh," he groaned, as he thrust his pelvis up to reach into her innermost crevice. The volume of their moans, grunts and groans increased as they also increased the intensity of their pumping motions. Kaye changed the angle of her descent so that her clit was stimulated as she fell and moved his cock. The pleasurable feelings increased and amplified their enjoyment of each other's bodies. "I'm gonna cum!" she warned. "Keep fucking me, Sammy! Ohh, ohh, ohhh! Sam kept on fucking upwards, drilling into her and increasing his speed. He could feel the tightening in his balls, announcing his impending orgasm. Kaye also felt herself losing control, striving for the fountain of bliss. "I'm cumming!" he groaned as he announced his impending explosion. "Cum inside me honey. Fill me with your cum!" she encouraged. After a few more downward thrusts, Kaye felt the pleasure burst inside of her, bringing her to a shuddering release. She moaned as she collapsed against his chest. He continued to piston in and out of her until her clamping walls triggered his own orgasm, his balls erupting and his spunk bursting forth, flooding her insides. He groaned as his hips continued their motion until all of his cum was released in three separate bursts. They stayed joined together, catching their breath as their hearts continued to beat at a hurried pace. After a few moments, his softening cock slipped out of her and she slid down to lay beside him. Their sweaty bodies lay side by side, naked and contented, as they basked in their post-coital glow. She turned to lay her head on his shoulder, her fingers playing lightly with the sparse brown hair covering his chest. His one arm went around her, drawing circles on her back. His other hand stroked her belly, searching for movement from the baby within. Suddenly, she sucked in her breath and asked him, "Did you feel that?" "Feel what?" "A flutter. It seemed like a tiny movement inside," she replied. She took his hand and placed it on the right side of her tummy. "Here, feel it." His hand remained on her belly, waiting for the movement to repeat. "C'mon baby, move again for Daddy," she coaxed, speaking to her baby inside her belly. They waited for a short moment, holding their breaths. Then the tiny movement occurred again, this time stronger and longer. They released their breaths and smiled at each other. Sam had an amazed look on his face as he felt his child move for the first time. His hand remained on her tummy until the motions stopped, then he hugged her lightly as he kissed her on the forehead. "Our baby's moving now. It's great!" he remarked enthusiastically. "Mmm, must have been awakened from all our bumping," she giggled, as she settled herself comfortably by his side and prepared to sleep. It was after all, a Tuesday, and Sam had to go to the office in the morning. "Sammy?" she asked softly. "Hmm?" "We have a doctor's appointment on Saturday afternoon. Don't forget it!" Sam was a sweet husband and loving father, but he was also a bit absentminded and forgetful, and this exasperated Kaye sometimes. "Of course not, dear. I already told Nick and Jim that I won't be with them this weekend. I want to see if our little one is doing fine in there," he said as he patted her tummy. "Good. I thought you forgot it." "No, hon, I didn't." He got up, intending to go the bathroom. He cleaned himself up, then brought a warm washcloth to clean her crotch and thighs. After making sure that Kaye was suitably cleaned, he returned to the bathroom to rinse the cloth and hang it on a small rack. As he walked to the bedroom, he passed by the smaller bedroom to check up on Micki. She was soundly sleeping in her crib. "Did you check on Micki?" she asked. "Yes, she's sound asleep." "Okay, thanks. Just for that you earn a good night kiss," she said, and kissed him lightly on the lips. "Good night, Sammy dear." She turned on her side, facing away from him. She smiled to herself as she arranged her naked body on the bed. Boy, he really is pampering me. It makes me feel like a queen, she thought. It was a nice feeling, entirely different from her first pregnancy. She was all alone during that time; Mike was in Iraq during the early months so she did not have a husband to share her burdens with. Then during her fifth month, he died. Now she had the love and support of Sam as they awaited the coming of their child. "Night, hon." He arranged the covers over both of them, curled his body against hers and stroked her belly. His gentle caresses soothed her and they drifted off to sleep. **** "What time are we going to pick up Micki?" Sam asked as they drove towards the doctor's clinic. "Six o'clock. Mom wants to show off her granddaughter to her bridge friends." It was Saturday, and the couple had just dropped Micki off to Kaye's mom. Every Saturday, Kaye's mom Ellen played bridge with her close friends. They rotated places every four weeks, each one sponsoring the game at her own home. Today was Ellen's turn to host the bridge party, and she asked Kaye to bring Micki early, so that the baby could sleep and she would have time to prepare for the arrival of her friends. **** "So how are you feeling today, Mrs. Whitfield?" asked Dr. Susan Chang, her petite obstetrician. Her straight black hair was cut in a stylish bob, and her figure was comparable to that of a young woman. She aged gracefully; she appeared to be in her 30s but Kaye knew that the doctor was in her late 40s and had grown-up children. Her slanted eyes belied her Chinese origins, as did her delicate bone structure. She was one of the most caring doctors that Kaye had ever encountered; she was highly recommended and had supervised Kaye's first pregnancy as well. "I'm fine, Dr. Chang. Thankfully, morning sickness is gone and I can hold my food now!" Looking at her chart, the doctor said, "Hmm, your test results are all fine. Remember to eat a balanced diet and go low on salt and sweets." "Yes, doc. I don't want anything to happen to this baby," said Kaye, remembering the difficulties of her former pregnancy. She almost lost the baby when she received the news of Mike's demise; she had to stay in the hospital for two weeks. Fortunately, the problems were resolved, and Micki came out hale and hearty. As a nurse prepared the ultrasound machine, Dr. Chang asked more questions and Kaye answered them. Sam listened while Kaye and the doctor exchanged information. He gathered reading materials from the doctor's office, and searched online as well, to prepare himself for Kaye's pregnancy. He received advice from his mom, as well as Ellen (Kaye's mom) on how to take care of newborn babies. He already had experience with babies; he had been caring for Micki for several months now. However, this was his first time to care for a newborn, and he wanted to do things right. "So, are you ready for your first sonograph?" the doctor asked. Kaye nodded in agreement, preparing herself for the cold feel of the gel on her stomach. She had done this before, so she knew what to expect. The doctor applied the gel, then ran the transducer along her abdomen. The image was transferred to the monitor, and the excited couple saw the outline of the baby on the screen. "There, can you see that?" Dr. Chang inquired. She pointed to the image, "That's your baby. He or she has a very strong heartbeat, as you can hear. Do you want to know the sex of your baby?" Kaye and Sam exchanged glances, and Kaye could clearly see the longing on her husband's face. They replied in the affirmative, and the doctor moved the transducer to get a more accurate view. "It's a boy," announced Dr. Chang. "See that? That's his weenie," pointing to an object on the screen. "Let's take a photo, it'll be your first picture of him." They were both delighted with the news. Kaye was glad that she was carrying a boy; after all she already had Micki. She also knew that Sam secretly yearned for a boy, although he said that he would be happy either way. After giving the picture to Sam, Dr. Chang gave more instructions, then finally gave Kaye her prescription. Kaye left to change from the hospital gown into her own clothes, leaving Sam with the doctor. "Er, doc, can we still have... you know, sex?" Sam inquired. "Yes, of course, but it all depends on the case. Some pregnancies are difficult, so we advice couples to refrain from intercourse. But in your case, there shouldn't be a problem." Dr. Chang answered. "Of course, as the baby grows, there will be difficulties regarding certain positions, but most couples find a way around that. I assume you're still sexually active?" "Yes." "No problem with that. Just be careful and make sure that both mother and baby are safe. We wouldn't want anything to happen to them. I usually advice to refrain from full penetration during the ninth month, as it may trigger an early birth in some cases. Other than that, use your discretion." "Sure doc. Thanks!" Sam said. **** "It's still early, we still have time to spare before we pick up Micki," said Sam, as they drove away from the clinic. "What do you want to do?" "I want to go home. I want to fuck you, Daddy!" replied Kaye. Sam wasn't sure that he heard it right, so he clarified. "You want to fuck?" "Yeah! I was so turned on during the exam. I badly wanted to cum when she applied the gel on my tummy!" she confessed. "Must be the pregnancy hormones kicking in." "Well, I'm not going to turn THAT offer down!" he exclaimed. With that, he stepped on the accelerator and drove as fast as legally possible to their apartment. **** As soon as they were alone in the elevator, Kaye attacked him. She pushed her breasts into his chest as she pulled his head down to kiss him. Her tongue entered his mouth, seeking his. They maintained a near perfect lip-lock as she slid one hand between their bodies to fondle his cock through his jeans. His hands cupped her butt and ground her against his crotch, wanting to be as close as her belly would allow. They were fortunate that no one else entered the elevator and they reached their floor quickly. They hurried towards their apartment. Sam's hands were shaking, as he tried to open the door. He couldn't put the key in the slot, as Kaye stood on tiptoe to kiss his neck and her hands were caressing his crotch. He growled in frustration, then was finally able to slide the key into the keyhole and open the damned door. They ran to the bedroom, discarding clothes on the way. When they reached the bedroom, both were finally naked. Sam wanted to lie on the bed and plunge directly into her, but Kaye had other ideas. As they stood beside the bed, she looked deep into his eyes and said, "I've been a bad girl today, Daddy." "Yes, honey, you've been a bad girl, teasing me in the elevator. Now you'll get your punishment," he threatened, as he kissed her passionately. Lifting her lips from his, she replied, "I want you to pretend to be my Daddy, Sammy! I want you to suck on my tits, then I want you to spank me and punish me! Then I want you take me from behind and fuck me like the slutty little girl that I am!" "Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked, a bit incredulous. "I might not be able to control myself and be too rough. The doc said..." "I trust you, Daddy. I know that you would never harm me." She then lay on the bed, her eyes teasing and beseeching him. At that, Sam eagerly got into their role play. As a newly married couple, they had not played out all their sexual fantasies. Early on, Kaye had been quite shy in the bedroom. She only had one previous lover, and that had been her first husband. It was only recently that she was becoming more experimental and willing to try different scenarios in the bedroom. Sam considered himself all the more fortunate for having married a passionate woman such as Kaye. He went to the bed, crawled up to her then began showering her face with tiny, featherlike kisses. He placed little biting kisses along the side of her neck and at the back of her ear, knowing that spot to be particularly sensitive. He then licked his way down her body until he reached her full, milk-laden breasts. Hungrily, he attacked the turgid nipple, sucking fiercely, giving it several tugs, until the milk flowed into his mouth, nourishing and fulfilling him. He enjoyed the warm sweetness of her offering and the smooth, honeyed taste of her milky mammaries. He continued sucking and swallowing until he drained the teat of its contents. "Ohhh...yes, Daddy, suck them. Suck my tits!" she encouraged. Milk from My Neighbor Ch. 02 He transferred his attention to the other boob, latching eagerly and suckling even more fiercely. He was rewarded with the gushing warmth of her milky offerings as he tugged on the erect nipple. His tongue swirled around the hard bud, arousing them both further. Her moans urged him on, encouraging him to suck harder. His hand palmed the drained tit, kneading it and driving her to even greater heights of pleasure. Her hands held him tighter to her breast and her fingertips moved restlessly along his hair. When the teat had been drained of its sweet delights, he released the nipple, then gave it one final kiss. He raised his upper torso, moving to a kneeling position to the juncture of her legs. She smiled then went on her hands and knees, exposing her shapely rump and her shiny, wet pussy. He went into position behind her and aligned his hard cock at the entrance to her moist cavern. He took his member in one hand, then slid the head along the lips of her pussy, spreading her juices over his hardness. She looked back at him, her eyes gleaming as she ordered, "Yes, Daddy! Fuck me, Daddy! Slap my ass and fuck my pussy! Punish me like me like the naughty little girl that I am!" With a hard thrust, he slid his cock inside her moist cavern with one smooth thrust. His groin pressed against her buttocks as he bottomed out. Both of them moaned at the burst of sensations created by their initial union. He slapped her ass, leaving a reddish imprint of his hand on her ass cheek. He pulled out his cock until only the mushroom head was inside, then paused for a moment, enjoying the sight of his cock partially inside her wet warmth, the roundness of her buttocks, her long, wavy her and her smooth white skin. He then thrust completely, drawing another moan of pleasure from her and a grunt of satisfaction from him. He began the rhythm of mating, moving in and out of her with quick, hard thrusts, slapping her ass occasionally. "Ohhhh, Daddy, fuck me!" she urged. "Give it to me harder! Slap my ass!" Sam pushed into her harder while his hands held on to her hips to control his movements. His balls could be heard slapping against her ass cheeks, as well as the squishing sound of flesh meeting urgent flesh. He pounded into her, filling her moist pussy with his throbbing hardness. He could feel his orgasm rising, tightening his balls and threatening to burst. He doubled his efforts in making her cum, wanting her to achieve orgasm first. He reached forward to cup and squeeze her hanging tit. Her overly stimulated body could not take the added sensation, bursting into flames of desire. She moaned his name as she came hard, her juices gushing out and her pussy walls squeezing his dick. Her climax triggered his own, his spunk bursting forth and filling her womb with its hot, creamy offering. He groaned in satisfaction as his member softened inside her, spurting all of its contents into her crevice. They both collapsed on the bed, tired from their exertions. He was careful to move away from her so as not to crush her and their growing baby. Their chests rose and fell as they endeavored to recover from their orgasmic bliss. As they lay together, their breaths becoming deeper and more stable, she looked at him with soft grey eyes as she asked him, "Will you go with me to my next doctor's appointment, Daddy?" He answered, "Hell yeah!" then kissed his wife tenderly. **** *FINIS* *Thanks for reading. Your votes and comments will be greatly appreciated. Let me know if you want me to continue this story. Special thanks goes to Nicole, Edward and Thomas for the comments and encouragement.*