That brought a whole new dimension

to things. It started awkwardly,

particularly for Anna, but by the time
her first orgasm hit, she was
enjoying the sex so much, she was
totally into it. The first couple times,
Derek just watched me fuck and
cream his wife, but then he started
participating. Kissing her while I
drilled her, licking my overflowing
cum off her pussy and more.

It took seven months of fucking Anna

every day before she announced she
was pregnant.

“But that doesn’t mean this

arrangement needs to end,” Derek
added after hugging his wife in
excitement at the news, “does it?”

“No offense Derek,” Anna said, “I

love you, but I’ve never had better
sex and wouldn’t dream of stopping
now.”

Part 3 of a 4-part series: American

Neighbors
Daisy - A blooming flower

Truth be told, after my first time

meeting with the Baker family, if
someone had told me I would get to
bed one of them and asked me
which it was likely to be, I would
have guessed the mom Anna.
Belonging to the same age group
made her the most likely candidate.
As beautiful as Anna was, her
daughters were equally beautiful,
sexy and desirable.
However, I wouldn’t have ever
guessed that it would be Kandy, a
teenager.

Her energy, insatiable appetite for

sex and willingness to experiment
meant that I was getting a lot of sex
— sometimes 4-5 times a day.

I couldn’t have enough of Kandy and

thoroughly enjoyed fucking her.

For the most part, she came over to

my place for sex or we throughly
enjoyed each other during weekend
road trips.

With time, I guess we got careless

and when we were caught in the act
by her mom, I expected shit to hit
the ceiling and half expected the
arrangement to come to an end. But
the turn of events ended in bed with
Anna.

After her husband’s accident ten

years ago, Anna had led a life of
sexual depravity, focusing on
bringing up her two daughters. With
the clock ticking, Anna was unable to
completely bury her desire for one
more child and succumbed to the
temptation after watching me fuck
and cum inside her daughter Kandy.
She all but blackmailed me into
fucking and impregnating her.

In the days, weeks and months that

followed, I was fucking Anna on
weekdays and Kandy over weekends.
There was hardly a day in my life
without sex with one of two
extremely beautiful, sexy and hungry
women. I changed my job about a
year and a half later and moved from
San Francisco to San Jose. By then
Anna was four months pregnant and
still enjoying sex with me every week
day.

A tough time for Daisy

While her mom and sister were
having sex with me at every
opportunity, life was throwing
challenges at Daisy, Anna’s older
daughter. A rebel, Daisy moved out
of her parent’s home at the age of
18 and moved in with her African
boyfriend. When I first met the
couple when they had visited the
Bakers for dinner, Daisy was 22 and
seemed extremely happy with her
boy friend.

Daisy never let on that she was in an

abusive relationship. What started as
emotional abuse by a controlling
boyfriend gradually escalated to
physical abuse. Even though he beat
her often, she put on a brave front
and never let her parents know.

It around 1 am on Monday night. For

the past three hours, I had been in
Anna’s bed enjoying her hungry
body. After cumming inside her
pussy a second time that night, we
were panting heavily and I was
contemplating a third round when
the phone rang.

We were in the hospital an hour later

where Derek, Anna’s husband and
Daisy’s father had joined us, driving
straight to the hospital from work.
Daisy was in the ICU with severe
injuries and a miscarriage. Over the
next few days, as Daisy recovered,

we learned about her boy friend’s

emotional and physical abuse. This
wasn’t the first time he had hit her.
She had been to the hospital before
too, but it had never got this serious.
That night — while Anna and I were
celebrating her announcement of
pregnancy with passionate hardcore
sex — a 6-month pregnant Daisy was
being beaten up by her drunk boy
friend. He left her badly hurt and
bleeding and it took all her energy to
call 911 and seek help.
Unfortunately, Daisy lost her baby
that night. A police case was filed
against her boy friend.

After his arrest, not only did it come

out that he was drunk that night, but
possibly high on drugs as well. The
police had recovered a number of
controlled substances when they
arrested him.

When she recovered, Daisy moved in

with her parents and filed for
divorce. It was a time when I was
looking to change my job and Daisy
too was looking for a job. Daisy had
transformed since I had last seen
her. I remembered her as a bubbly,
full of life, pretty girl with a ready
smile. It appeared as if the life had
just gone out of her.

She was hurt, depressed and hardly

ever smiled anymore. While her
bruises and injuries healed over
time, the experience seemed to have
sucked the life out of her. Whenever I
could, I took Daisy to her interviews.
As it happened, I got a job first and
moved out. While the arrangement
with Anna came to an end with the
move, either I visited Kandy or she
came over to my new place over
weekends.

A surprise visit
Two months at my new place, I was
still settling in, balancing work with
setting up the house. Whenever
Kandy visited, she spent the days
and nights in my bed so I hadn’t
needed the guest bedroom yet.

I had just returned home from work

that day and just stepped out of the
shower when I heard the door bell. I
was surprised to find Daisy at the
door and my jaw literally dropped.
Her beaming smile was back, but
what I hadn’t noticed till now was
how busty and curvy she was. Her
pregnancy must have filled out her
breasts and she had obviously put in
an effort to get back in shape since I
had moved. And what a shape she
had acquired!

“Hi,” she said, bringing me back to

the present.

“Hi Daisy,” I replied, “what a

pleasant surprise.”
“I tried calling but you never
answered. I left voice mail, but then
decided to take a chance and drop
by.”

“Come in,” I said, opening the door

and letting her in. Following her after
closing the door, I added, “I was
probably in the shower when you
called.”

She had come to San Jose for an

interview at a restaurant and she
thought she’d check on me before
heading back home to San Francisco
— nearly an hour’s drive. She made
herself comfortable and over drinks
talked about her struggle the past
couple months to get a job.

She had found a job at a fast food

joint in San Francisco a month ago
and things seemed to be going fine
till her manager had forced himself
on her last week, fucking her brutally
till he emptied himself in her. As she
was narrating the experience, I
couldn’t help imagining fucking her
and that caused a slight stirring in
my pants.

The experience had brought back

the traumatic memories of her abuse
by her boyfriend and she had quit
the job.

“All I wanted was love when I moved

out,” she said sobbing, “is it that
hard to find?”

“Not when you find a sensitive man

who enjoys you instead of using
you.” I replied.

“I don’t remember being loved

anymore. All I remember is being
fucked and used. What I wouldn’t
give for one night of passionate
love.” she had a sad, lost look in her
eyes for a moment. And just like that
it was gone and she smiled her
beaming smile.

She was optimistic of getting the job

at the place she had interviewed
today, but she was worried about the
work hours. The restaurant closed at
10:30 pm and driving to San
Francisco everyday at that hour
wasn’t practical and so she would
have to find a place in San Jose.

“You can stay here till you find a

place,” I offered. “There’s a spare
bedroom you can use.”

“Really?” she asked, her eyes

lighting up.

“Sure, come I’ll show you the place,”

I said getting up, “the spare room is
right now like a store room because I
haven’t had time to set the house,
but I can put it in order for you.”

“If I get the job, I will help you put

the stuff away,” she said as we
concluded the tour of the house.
“Look at the time, I should be
heading home,” she added looking
at the time on her cell phone.
Instinctively I looked at my watch
and was surprised that it was already
10 pm.

“Why don’t you stay for dinner?” I

asked. “I need to fix me something
to eat too and you won’t find
anything open by the time you get to
San Francisco.”

We fixed dinner together and the

close proximity with this beauty
meant I had a small erection going in
my tracks and I could have sworn I
caught her staring at my crotch a
couple times.

“Kind and a good cook,” she said as

we started eating, “I am impressed.”
We had a couple more drinks and
talked through dinner and by the
time we were done and washed the
dishes, it was past midnight.

She had had a couple drinks too

many and it was really late. It wasn’t
difficult convincing her to stay over.

“Can I take a shower?” she asked

after agreeing to stay over, when I
offered her my bed and promised to
take the couch.

“Of course!” I replied, “but that’s the

one catch to your moving in. We
have only one bathroom.”
“I am sure we can make it work,” she
replied winking. Was that an
invitation?

She left the bathroom door open and

I couldn’t help watching her shower
with a raging erection.

“I know you said you had a shower,”

she called out from the shower, “but
you can join me if you want to.” and I
heard her giggle. What are the odds
of getting to fuck the mother and
both daughters? I didn’t need a
second invitation.

Stepping into the shower behind her,

I cupped her breasts from behind
and started kissing her neck.

Sliding one hand down, I cupped her

shaved pussy and started sliding a
couple fingers across her opening.
Turning around, Daisy grabbed my
shaft and started stroking it. “My
God, you are HUGE!” she moaned as
I kissed her mouth.

Getting on her knees, she took my

hardness in her mouth and started
caressing my balls. As much as I
wanted it to, it didn’t last long.
Within just a few minutes, I stiffened
and shot my load in Daisy’s mouth, a
lot of it dripping out and on to her
boobs.

“You didn’t have to do that,” I said as

she stood up once I was spent.

“I wanted to,” she said, “from the

moment I walked in the door.” I
kissed her, our tongues wrestling
passionately while I caressed her
naked, wet body.
“My turn now,” I said getting on my
knees. Daisy raised a leg, placing it
on the vanity counter, giving me
access to her pussy.

Taking her in my mouth, I slid my

tongue in her hole and started
tongue-fucking her. After a few
minutes, eyes closed, Daisy was
moving her hips in rhythm with my
tongue, moaning with pleasure.
Replacing my tongue with two
fingers, I found her swollen clitoris
and sucked on it. As my fingers
drilled her, I sucked, bit and licked on
her clitoris, enjoying the honey
dripping from her. Daisy was
moaning louder and louder by the
minute, building up towards an
orgasm.

“Oh God….Oh God….OH MY

GOOOOOOOOODDDDDDDD” she
screamed, shaking violently as she
came gushing into my mouth. I ate
her through her orgasm, lapping up
her flowing juices till her breathing
returned to normal. Eating a woman
to orgasm never fails to turn me on
and I was hard again by the time her
orgasm had passed.

Her leg was still on the vanity

counter as I stood up, rubbing my
hard-again cock against her opening.

Her eyes opened wide and she

looked down, surprised at seeing me
hard again.

“WOW! That quick?” she said smiling

as she grabbed my shaft and guided
it into her opening. She was
surprisingly tight and it took nearly a
minute for me to get myself all the
way into her. Her eyes went wide
and mouth opened in a silent “O” as
my hardness filled her pussy. Daisy
groaned when I thrust all the way
into her slamming my pole into her
depths.

Kissing her mouth hungrily, I started

moving in and out of her. Over the
next 15 minutes as I ate her mouth
and devoured her tongue, I kept
increasing the tempo, building up to
a feverish pace, plowing Daisy hard
and deep.

“Cum in me” Daisy grunted between

thrusts, “please cum in me.”

“FUCK!!!!” I exclaimed stiffening as

her pussy gripped my cock and I
erupted in her.

Our first night of NOT sleeping

together
“I don’t have a change of clothes,”
Daisy said between kisses, my cock
slowly going limp inside her. Both of
us burst out laughing at that.

Stepping out of the shower, I dried

myself. Grabbing a shirt out of my
closet, I handed it to her as she
turned the shower off.

I was at the couch with my drink

when she walked in wearing my shirt
— all the buttons open, she had a
“fuck me again” look on her face.
Her blue-green panties were visible
between the her legs since she had
chosen not to button up the shirt.

“Do you HAVE to sleep on the

couch?” she asked.

“I guess not,” I said, feeling my cock

start to stir again.

“I have a secret to tell you if you will

join me in bed.” she said and turned
around, walking to my bedroom.

As I entered the bedroom, I found

her lying in my bed, the shirt
discarded already. As I got in bed, we
kissed hungrily for a few minutes
before she broke the kiss and guided
my mouth to her erect nipples.

As I sucked on her tits, I felt warm

liquid fill my mouth.

Pleasantly surprised, I stopped

sucking her nipple and looked at her.
She was smiling naughtily. “Like it?”
she asked. Boy did I like it! Breast
milk turns me on even more than
eating a woman to orgasm and I my
dick sprang erect.

I squeezed her boob till warm milk

squirted out before taking it back in
my mouth and sucking on her milk.
My God, every bit of this woman was
delicious. After milking one boob for
a few minutes, I took the other in my
mouth and started sucking again. My
hand slid inside her panties and I
entered her with two fingers. She
was dripping and started moaning as
I started finger fucking her.

“You’re incredible,” I said to Daisy,

completely aroused.

“Got enough in the tank to fill me up

again?” she asked teasing.

“Just once more?” I asked, making

her laugh, “I would love to keep
going all night long.”

Stripping her panties off, I lifted her

legs high and entered her again. My
tongue found hers as I started
thrusting into her again. She let me
drill her and kiss her that way for a
few minutes before pushing me
away.

Turning me on my back, Daisy got on

top, riding me cowgirl while I played
with her boobs and pinched her
nipples. After a few minutes, she
started leaking milk again.

Daisy groaned and stiffened,

erupting in another orgasm. I pulled
her down and took her nipple in my
mouth, thrusting hard and fast into
her as she came. The dual arousal of
getting milked and drilled made her
go over the edge again — her
second wave even more violent than
the previous. I let her ride the
orgasm before laying her on the
back and getting on top.

I hammered away in her as Daisy

seemed to go limp with exhaustion
from her back-to-back orgasms. She
put her hands around my neck and
her legs around my back as I
pounded her to a frenzy. After
ramming into her for ten minutes, I
felt my cock swell up as I neared my
climax.

“Not yet, not yet, not yet,” Daisy

begged as she closed her eyes
inched towards another orgasm.

I kept drilling her, struggling to hold

back, waiting for her.

“Yes, yes….now, yessssssssss” she

screamed shaking like a leaf in a
couple minutes, her pussy muscles
tightening and milking my cock,
taking me over the edge as I filled
her.

Totally spent, I collapsed on Daisy,

both of us covered in sweat and
panting heavily.
“That was mind blowing,” Daisy
groaned between pants.

“You are exquisite and delicious,

Daisy,” I said, kissing her lovingly.

“You know something,” she said, a

wicked look in her eyes.

“What?”

“You are way better than Kandy said

you were,” she said, giggling.

“WHAT!!??”

“I didn’t believe her when she said

you could cum 3-4 times in a night
and were an incredible fuck,” she
said kissing me, “but you are better
than I ever imagined.”

Wrapped around each other, we

drifted off to sleep. She woke up a
couple hours later and started
stroking my cock, waking me up.

I drained her breasts of her delicious

milk and fingered her to an orgasm
before mounting her from behind.

I pounded Daisy hard for 20 minutes

and she had another orgasm before I
creamed her doggie style.

I fucked her again when we woke up

the next morning.

“Do we really need to fix up the

other bedroom?” she asked and we
both laughed.

“You had already got when you came

here last night isn’t it?”

Daisy nodded shyly, “My bags are in

the car and I am ready to move in.
I start working in 3 days.” she added.

“You are’t getting out of this bed for

two days then,” I said, going hard as
I watched her breast start leaking.

We finally stopped fucking for two

hours the night before she had to go
to work. Getting her bags in, we put
her clothes and make up away
before returning to bed for more sex.

As I came an hour later, I was

wondering whether Daisy and Kandy
would enjoy a threesome.

Neighbors with Benefits

“Can I help?” I shouted from my front

porch.

It was a hot May morning and the

movers had left after unloading a
truck load of stuff. My new neighbor
seemed to be a 20-something girl
cradling a baby on her arms. Drop
dead gorgeous, she was about 5′ 5′
tall and curvy, probably trying to still
shed the weight she had put on
during pregnancy. I couldn’t help
wondering why the baby’s dad had
left her to deal with the move by
herself instead of being there to
help.

She was trying to unload an over-

stuffed suitcase from the trunk of her
SUV while rocking a crying baby at
the same time — and not doing a
good job of it — when I offered to
help.

“Thanks!” She shouted back, “I

would appreciate it a lot.”

I made my way across. “I am Vijay,” I

said extending a hand and
introducing myself, “your neighbor
as you can see, but most call me V.”

“Angela,” she said smiling and

shaking my hand, “friends call me
Angie.”

“Ok,” I said, “Angela for now, and

hopefully Angie soon.”

She giggled at that and I proceeded

to unload a couple suitcases from
the trunk and a few boxes out of the
back seat of her SUV. She led the
way back into her house where
boxes were piled all over the living
room and kitchen. Following her
instructions, I left the suitcases in
the master bedroom and set the
boxes on top of other boxes in the
living room.

“Thanks a lot for the help,” she said

rocking her baby who had quieted
down by now and seemed to be
sleeping, “I really appreciate it.”

“Don’t mention it,” I said looking

around, “and don’t hesitate to holler
if you need help putting things away
and setting up the place.”

“I will take you up on that,” she

replied, smiling again.

“Hey listen,” I said, “you obviously

can’t cook today with the kitchen the
way it is. If you don’t mind home
made Indian food, you are welcome
to drop by for lunch. Or for milk if
your baby needs some, or anything
at all.”

“Never tried Indian food,” she said,

“I’d love to try. Thanks for being so
welcoming.”
“Anytime,” I said.

I left after we exchanged phone

numbers and she promised to call as
soon as she had the absolute
essentials put away, the baby taken
care of and had taken a shower.

We were sitting around the dining

table, chatting, having just finished
eating.

An hour after I left, she had called

and then shown up, dressed in a
spaghetti strap tank top and shorts,
her hair still wet from the shower.
Her ample breasts were straining
against the flimsy fabric of her tank
top, making her nipples poke out.
Even though she looked nearly half
my age, I couldn’t help the stirring I
felt in my pants and struggled to
keep a poker face.

Over lunch — between 20 million

compliments about the food — I had
learned that Angela was 21 years
old, exactly half my age. She had
moved to the US from France for
studies a few years ago and met the
dad of her 6-month-old baby boy at
college. He was a local sports star
and she soon fell for him. They
started dating. She eventually
moved in with him a year ago and
promptly got pregnant.

She was five months pregnant when,

one day, the police had shown up at
her doorstep looking for the guy. She
had no idea he dealt in drugs. To
make a long story short, he was
arrested and was now in jail. She had
no intention of having any of his
influence on her child and had
rented the next door place as soon
as college had ended and she had
saved up enough money for the
deposit. So here she was, a single
mom against the world, working as a
waitress in a fast food joint nearby.

I told her about myself — 42 years

old, single by choice, living alone, a
foodie and travel enthusiast and a
writer or erotica by profession. She
seemed excited about meeting a real
author of erotica in person and
demanded to see some of my
writing. I told her about Secret Hopes
and she promised to check it out
once she got back home.

Over the next few weeks, she came

over quite regularly, truly seeming to
enjoy Indian food and had invited me
over as many times and treated me
to some delicious French and
American food. The baby and I hit it
off and I even babysat for her in the
evenings whenever she was working
an extra shift.

“Your stories are steamy hot,” she

said one day as we finished dinner at
her place.

“Thank you,” I said dramatically

bowing my head in appreciation.

“They are a single mom’s best friend

on lonely, hormonal nights,” she
said, and blushing as she realized
what she had just said, she added,
“sorry, that was too much
information that you didn’t want to
know.”

“Hey, you don’t have to apologize.” I

said, “I don’t judge. They are a single
man’s best friend too. They are an
expression of my erotic side. I am
single, unattached and living alone.
A guy needs release and — in the
absence of beautiful neighbors like
present company — writing stories
helps.” She blushed at the
backhanded compliment.

“Doesn’t writing all these hot scenes

not turn you on?” she asked with
innocent curiosity.

“Yes, it does,” I conceded nodding

sheepishly, “a lot. A guy needs to
take matters in his own hands,” I
added laughing.

“Oh boy…I hear you,” she said

blushing an even deeper shade of
pink, “hormones are a bitch.” We
both laughed at that.

By the end of the month, we had

become good friends, spending
considerable amount of time
together — the baby and food were
convenient excuses to have
company instead of being alone.

As familiarity grew and Angela

became Angie, her inhibitions
progressively disappeared. I had
seen her in her lingerie when I was
invited for dinner, had seen her
breastfeeding her baby, her naked
breast on full display except for the
nipple that had a baby attached to it,
sucking contentedly. I confess, I
wished I could suckle on the other
nipple whenever I saw her
breastfeeding her child.

She felt comfortable (and I felt

aroused) hugging me and kissing my
cheek, her breasts pressed against
my chest. I had held her through
horror movies and through emotional
moments when she vented about
her ordeal since meeting her child’s
biological father.

The day the inevitable happened is

etched in memory as fresh as if it
was yesterday. I had no intention of
seducing her and truth be told, she
seduced me instead of the other way
around.

I’d had the baby all evening. I had

just shown up at her place with the
baby while she was cooking in a long
spaghetti strap tank top but hadn’t
bothered to put on shorts. She was
busy in the kitchen and I joined her
there after the sleeping baby was
tucked away in bed in the second
bedroom that she had decorated for
the baby.
Her back was turned to me as I
entered the kitchen and started
pulling dishes out of the cabinets to
set the table.

“Oh my God!” I gasped as she turned

around, my jaw dropping visibly.
There were two wet patches on her
tank top from obvious lactation she
hadn’t been aware of. Embarrassed
and red-faced, she ran to her
bedroom and reappeared a few
minutes later in a similar outfit, only
red this time.

Over wine and dinner, as she

apologized for the accident, I
confessed that I had been extremely
turned on by it — that I had always
found lactating women erotic.

Over dinner, the conversation turned

towards our erotic sides. She wanted
to know how much reality went into
my stories. I said a lot of what went
into the requested stories was
dependent on what the requester
wanted. In my stories, some things
were added just because the
storyline demanded it but things that
appeared frequently in my stories
were because of my own sexual bias
towards them.

“So….” she said, looking down and

hesitating, “lactation has appeared
in your stories as has adult
breastfeeding….”

“Yes, both are my fetishes,” I

conceded, “and I enjoy eating a
woman to orgasm. And I am not a
one-and-done guy.”

“Meaning?” she asked.

“Well, I like to do it multiple times,

not just once like most guys.”
“Oh!” she said, blushing. An
uncomfortable silence followed, with
both of us sipping our wine silently,
our thoughts in places that were
probably inappropriate to share…
yet.

“He didn’t like it,” she said finally,

breaking the silence.

“What?”

“Eating me,” she added, “he did it

sometimes, but like a formality and
only when I was really needy. He was
all about his release and was done
once he came, snoring away within
minutes while I had to satisfy
myself.”

“I am sorry,” I said, “not just about

that, but that he even happened in
your life. Some guys are just bad
news.”

“I am sorry to lay all that on you,”

she apologized again, “You probably
didn’t want to know those details
about my sex life. You probably think
I am brash.”

“Not at all.” I said, “you probably

would think of me as a pervert if I
told you that I find you sexually
attractive. That I am turned on
whenever I see you feeding the baby.
That your very presence turns me
on.”

“Really?” she asked, unsure if I was

serious or just humoring her.

“Cross my heart,” I said. Another

awkward silence followed with both
of us sipping our wine silently. The
baby woke up wailing and needy and
Angie excused herself to feed the
baby. I sat at the dining table sipping
wine as I heard the crying stop,
followed by faint sounds of sucking
and then a contented burp. Angie
returned a few minutes later, having
put the baby back to sleep.

“Would you like to suck them?” She

asked after a few uncomfortable
minutes, as if reading my mind
because I was imagining sucking on
those gorgeous lactating tits.

“Oh God yes,” I said, staring at her

breasts, “and this is your cue to
throw me out.” I added.

Instead, she got off the chair and

walked over to me. Sitting on my lap,
she pulled one breast out of the tank
top, inviting me to suck on it.

As I licked her erect nipple, she

moaned, a drop of milk leaking out. I
took it in my mouth and sucked
hungrily, devouring her warm milk as
she moaned and groaned in
pleasure.

“I have fantasized about you doing

this from the time I read about it in
one of your stories,” she said as I
continued to suck on her. “And, full
disclosure, I have masturbated
thinking about you after reading your
stories. It’s been so long since…”

“You won’t have to masturbate

anymore,” I said taking a break from
sucking her nipple and pulling her
tank top off completely. Dressed only
in her panties, Angie let me suck one
nipple followed by the other while
my hands played with her free nipple
and squeezed the breast. I was rock
hard and eager to take it further.

Again, as if reading my mind, Angie

got off my lap and took my hand,
leading me to the bedroom, taking
my shirt off during the short walk,
while I got rid of my tracks and
underwear.

I got on top of her as she lay in bed. I

squeezed a breast till a drop of milk
trickled out of her nipple before
taking it in my mouth and milking
her.

Reaching down, she grabbed my

erect shaft and started stroking it.

“Oh FUCK! I had no idea this could

be such a turn-on” she said as I
sucked her. After a short silence, she
added, “your stories suggest you like
giving oral and not so much
receiving it. Is that right?”

“Um….hmmmm….” I mumbled,
nodding in the affirmative into her
breast.

“Eat me,” she said, pulling my head

off her breast.

Spreading her legs, I moved her

panties aside and licked her opening.
She had shaved and her young
pussy was already moist and
glistening with her wetness.

Licking her honey off her pussy, I

opened her with my fingers and
sucked on her clitoris. Angie groaned
as I sucked on her clit and licked it.
After a few minutes of devouring her
clit, I slid my tongue into her hole, as
deep as it would go.

“Oh yesssss…..” Angie hissed as I

started rubbing her clit with my
thumb while sliding my tongue in
and out of her, tongue-fucking her.
She started moaning loudly, her eyes
closed tight, thrusting her pussy into
my mouth in rhythm with my tongue.

“Oh yes, oh God yes… OH FUCKING

YESSSSSS,” she was mumbling.
Alternating between her clit and
hole, I devoured her, hungrily eating
her, lapping up her juices while she
moaned, groaned and wriggled in
pleasure. Before long, I was eating
her furiously with my tongue, lips
and teeth driving her wild.

“I’m gonna cum,” she groaned after

a few minutes of getting eaten,
trying to push me away. Instead, I
grabbed her hip to hold her in place
as her orgasm shook her body.

“OH FUCKKKKKKKK…..YEAAAAHHHH”
she screamed and shook, cumming
in my mouth. I lapped up her orgasm
and continued eating her through
and beyond her orgasm. Ten minutes
later she came just as violently and
yet again five more minutes later. I
had just eaten her right through
three orgasms and she was begging
me to stop.

“Put it in me,” she said between

gasps in a raspy, hoarse voice, trying
to reach for my shaft as I refused to
stop eating her. She had said the
magic words.

“I don’t have any protection,” I said.

“I don’t care” she rasped, “just put it

in. I want you in me.” she adding
commanding me.

Getting between her legs, I rubbed

my shaft against her opening,
lubricating it. Even though she had
cum thrice and was as lubricated as
she could be, she was incredibly
tight as I entered her. Her muscles
were gripping my cock, pulling me
into her.

“FUCK, you’re huge,” Angie groaned

as I buried myself all the way inside
her. Once all the way in, I held
myself there and kissed her
passionately.

As I started moving inside her, I

started sucking on her nipple again,
savoring her warm delicious milk. As
I moved faster, I sucked harder.
Angie was moaning and groaning,
thrusting her hips up as I drove down
into her.

As her free nipple started leaking

milk, I switched nipples. I milked one
nipple after the other gradually
increasing my tempo.

“Ah, ah, ah, ah, yes, ah, yes, ah…”

Angie was grunting with every thrust
as I slammed all the way into her
while continuing to milk her.

“Oh God……” she moaned as my

thrusts turned into a frenzied drilling
of her pussy, “I’m fuckin’ gonna cum
again.”

I started drilling her even faster,

building up to my own climax. She
must have felt my cock start to throb
inside her and swell because she
groaned, “wait for me….please wait
for me….”

I struggled to not explode, pounding

away as fast and as deep as I could.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she gasped with

each thrust before screaming as her
back arched and she came.

As her pussy muscles contracted

with her orgasm, I went over the
edge and came, thrusting hard into
her as my cum erupted deep inside
her.

“Oh my fucking God,” Angie gasped

after both of us had caught our
breath, “that was fucking amazing.”

“You are amazing,” I said, kissing

her.

“You are incredible. Best fuck

everrrrrrr!” she purred. We lay as a
tangled mass of sweaty bodies.

After a few minutes, I asked,

“regretting it yet?”

“Nope,” she said smiling and shaking

her head, “I was actually
wondering….” she said rolling over
on top of me, “whether you actually
meant it when you said you aren’t a
one-and-done guy.” Reaching down,
she started stroking my member
back to life.

We ended up staying awake all night.

“Did you write something today,”

she asked after we had done it a
couple times one night.

“Yes, why?” I asked.

“I think I can see a pattern,” she said

giggling, “you are different on some
days… more intense… more needy…
something, I can’t put my finger on
it.”

“Full disclosure?” I asked looking at

her pretty face, flushed from a
couple hours of intense fucking and
she nodded, smiling. “I often think of
the women I write about when we
are doing it.” I added, “does that
offend you?”

“No, in fact, it turns me on.” she said

giggling more, “I suspected it, but
wanted to be sure.”

“You know what would be an idea,”

she continued, excited and getting
on her elbows “we could role play
the stories you write, if you want to.”

And so, for the past year or so, we

have been doing it at every
opportunity — from quickies to whole
weekends spent in bed, fucking over
and over, taking breaks for the
bathroom, to eat and tend to the
baby’s needs.

We’ve recreated many of my stories

in bed and are often actively playing
out the stories as I am creating
them. It helps that both of us are
virtually insatiable and can’t have
enough sex, so if we aren’t doing it
as us, we are doing it as the
characters in my stories.

Neither of us wants a relationship.

She is still smarting from a bad
relationship and I am happy with my
single status. Both of us are content
with our neighbors-with-benefits
arrangement. And, I believe, am
secretly addicted to her milk now.