Nursing The Neighbor Part 3

Upon hearing the news, Darren told me he was leaving work and would be at my apartment as soon as he could. While impatiently waiting, I was overcome by the irrational fear that my milk would dry up before he arrived.

I busied myself with stripping out of my clothes and putting on the robe Darren loved. A short time later, he knocked on my door, then immediately opened it to let himself in. We stood in my living room, our eyes locked. Darren seemed momentarily frozen, searching my face, but the moment I offered a huge smile, he rushed toward me.

I couldn’t suppress an excited giggle when he opened my robe to reveal my breasts. I expected him to squeeze them, or go right to suckling. Instead, he waited for me to take my nipple between my thumb and forefinger.

A faint cry escaped his lips when a milk droplet beaded on my skin, ready to spill. Before it could, he lowered his head and gathered up the liquid with his tongue. Standing upright again, he cupped my face in his hands. “You did it, Gale!”

“We did it,” I corrected him. “There’s no way I would have been capable of achieving this on my own.”

His anticipation was so strong that it made him visibly tremble. Yet he took the time to give me a tender, lingering kiss. “Thank you so much,” he whispered against my lips.

I knew I was beaming as I led him toward the couch. Shrugging out of his suit coat, he let it fall to the floor. With my robe still open, I sat and waited for him to lie down. Once he rested his head on the pillow in my lap, I cradled him to me.

With unrestrained eagerness, he drew a mouthful of my right tit between his lips and hungrily nursed. My eyes widened at the sensation of my milk letting down. Gazing at Darren, whose heavylidded eyes were filled with something akin to rapture, I continued to marvel at what we’d accomplished. 

My astonishment soon gave way to arousal as his mouth grew even more insistent. He let my nipple escape his lips long enough to murmur, “It’s so warm and sweet!” Then he returned to feeding, his throat muscles working as he swallowed my milk. Stroking his hair, I felt a deep satisfaction at being able to satisfy his deepest desire. It was then that I realized I’d never felt so close to another man.

All the while, the needy throb between my thighs signified my own desire. Fondling my left nipple, I succeeded in coaxing forth another milky pearl. It immediately captured Darren’s attention, but before moving to nurse from that tit, he sat up and gave me a sensual, openmouthed kiss. I was certain I could taste the faint sweetness of my milk on his tongue. 

His lips traveled to my neck, which he suckled far more gently. “You’re the most incredible woman I’ve ever known.”

I smiled at his sweet words, then guided him to my other breast. Once he’d latched on, a sense of warmth and relaxation swept over me, and I let my head fall back to rest against the couch. At that point, I wasn’t yet producing a large amount of milk, but Darren seemed to cherish every drop he could get.

After satisfying himself, he looked up at me with an expression of such intense yearning that it made my pulse quicken. Slowly, he sat up so we could share another kiss. I watched as he then moved to kneel on the floor before me. The sensation of his lips on my inner thigh, followed by the seductive glide of his tongue, made me release a moan. Yet I couldn’t help but feel a little selfconscious. To hide it, I tried to be playful. “Still hungry?” I asked him with a grin.

“Always.” He flashed his own sly grin before kissing his way closer to my pussy. 

Resting a hand on his head, I tried not to squirm. “I’m really wet,” I confessed. “I should go freshen up before you—”

“Don’t you dare.” His tone made it clear he would tolerate no argument. Breathing faster, I allowed him to spread my legs farther apart. Even when he grasped my calves and lifted my feet so he could plant them on the edge of the couch cushions, I remained pliant. He had me open so wide that I could feel the room’s air wafting against my slick folds.

With the same fervor he showed for nursing, Darren now feasted on my pussy. I couldn’t suppress a highpitched cry, for it felt as if his lips and tongue were everywhere, kissing my flesh and lapping up my juices. He made contented moans deep within his throat while pleasuring me with both his mouth and his fingers. 

Despite my shyness, he quickly drove me to grind my pussy against him in a wanton display of lust. Gathering up my tits in my hands, I squeezed them for his benefit, yet I soon discovered that pinching my nipples heightened my own bliss.

It apparently drove Darren wild as well; the second more milk emerged, he started suckling my clit with a ferocity that made me wail. It was as if an invisible strand connected that swollen bud to my nipples, and each pull of his mouth served as a vivid reminder of how he nursed at my tits. Soon, milk was trickling through my fingers. 

The sight of me lifting my tits to my mouth so I could lick up that warm fluid made him even more fervent between my thighs. I began shaking as his tongue glided from my entrance to my clit. Unable to keep my hips from rocking, I let out a whimper. Of course, my body was intimately familiar with the pleasure of his fierce suckling. Still, I was shocked at the way my clit pulsed and throbbed from the exquisite stimulation.

His efforts were relentless in bringing about what I knew would be an earthshaking orgasm. Finally, I surrendered, and a choked cry issued from me while delicious spasms coursed through my muscles. With each contraction, more milk gushed forth.

I’d barely recovered from my first orgasm when Darren framed my clit with his fingers and then resumed lashing it with his tongue. “Oh, my God!” I shrieked. Again, I pinched my nipples, allowing the milk to dribble over my skin. 

I came once more with Darren’s fingers buried inside my pussy, and with my clit drawn between his lips. “Fuck, yes!” I moaned in a voice I didn’t recognize. My euphoria was so overwhelming that I wanted to both laugh and cry. Never in my life had I experienced such an intense orgasm!

My quaking hadn’t yet subsided when I reached for Darren. Rising to his feet, he lowered his mouth to mine. Now, it was my pussy I tasted in our kiss. His lips moved downward, seeking out my tits. I delighted in the feel of his tongue swirling over those mounds, determined to collect all traces of milk.

As he drew me to my feet, I noticed his erection straining against his pants. Moments later, we were in my bedroom, naked and caressing each other while we kissed. It was with some reluctance that I retrieved a condom from the nightstand drawer, for I wanted nothing more than to feel his unsheathed cock inside me. But I wasn’t on birth control, and I knew we had to be careful.

Darren placed the pillows against my headboard, then reclined against them so he was halfway sitting up. Kneeling at his side, I watched him put on the condom. Both my tits and my pussy were throbbing with that nowfamiliar need, and I was quick to straddle my lover.

His chest rose and fell with his heavy breaths as I positioned myself directly above his cock. Grasping him gently, I felt his sheathed tip as a hard, unyielding presence at my entrance. Then, I sank down, drawing a cry from my lips and a guttural groan from his.

Despite my previous orgasms, I was desperate for this lovemaking. My hips immediately struck up a rhythmic rocking while I rode Darren’s cock. Our eyes met, and I offered him an affectionate smile.

“My sweet girl,” he whispered. His gaze drifted to where our bodies were joined; I knew he loved the sight of my pussy sliding along his length. “Fuck, you feel so good, Gale!”

Leaning forward, I let my large tits sway before him. He stared at them, entranced, then captured the right one in his hands. I slowed my movements so he could latch on to my breast and suckle hard. The sensation was so intense, so rapturous, that I instantly came around his cock. His helpless cries were muffled by my tit, but I easily saw the look of abject lust on his face. 

As he nursed with a voracious appetite, I fucked him at a more languid pace. Milk trickled from the corner of his mouth, and the sounds of his moans drifted through the room. To my shock, my left tit began leaking several droplets of milk, which fell to spatter against Darren’s skin.

I saw the playful gleam in his eyes just before he took my nipple between his teeth. The bite wasn’t at all forceful, but it was enough to send me over the edge yet again. This time, I knew Darren was struggling to hold back, for my orgasmic contractions hadn’t weakened in the least.

My screams were still echoing off the walls when he let my breast slip from his mouth. Now, he was panting from his need to come. Determined to give him that release, I rode him hard and fast, practically bouncing on his dick. Gathering my tits in my hands, I squeezed my nipples until spurts of milk issued forth, striking Darren’s chin and neck.

“Gale!” Even as a powerful shudder coursed through him, he extended his tongue to catch my milk. I knew the taste of it filled his mouth while he surrendered to his own climax. His body tensed beneath mine, and I felt his hips attempt a fierce thrust.

After he was spent, I had to will myself to ease off of him, for I loved the feel of his stillerect cock inside me. Once I lay down at his side, he gave me a kiss so hard that it bordered on painful. Yet I craved every second of it. His voice was a tender contrast as he murmured sweet words in my ear. Closing my eyes, I smiled and nestled into his embrace. 

“Are you happy, sweetheart?” he whispered. 

Breathing in, I smelled sweat and , and I was certain I also detected the scent of milk drying on our skin. “I’ve never been happier,” I revealed. 

After discarding the condom, Darren lay at my breast to suckle. It wasn’t long before he drifted off to sleep with my nipple still between his lips.

For weeks, we carried on this blissful routine. Between Darren’s nursing sessions, I used a breast pump in order to boost my milk production. I wasn’t a fan of the device, deriving no pleasure from its mechanical workings, but I knew it was necessary. Staring down at the pump as it distended my nipples, I fantasized about Darren’s warm mouth. 

He asked me to save the milk I pumped so he could drink it later. “Your body puts a lot of effort into making that milk,” he reminded me, “and I’m not wasting a drop if I can help it.”

Though he was beyond generous in providing for me financially, he still often asked if I needed more money. I always assured him that I was well taken care of. During my extended time off from work, I returned to a hobby from my college days. I enjoyed making wirewrapped jewelry, and though I couldn’t afford to use expensive gemstones, I was able to make pretty pieces with carnelian and onyx, along with various types of agate.

Darren oohed and aahed over my creations. When I suggested I might try to sell them online, he said, “Oh, they’re too pretty to part with, Gale. You should keep them.” 

Together, we were indeed happy, happier than we’d ever dreamed, but in late October, we encountered our first obstacle.

I knew something was wrong when Darren arrived home from work that evening. He forced a smile while sitting beside me on the couch, yet I immediately detected the tension in his shoulders. “Is everything okay?” I asked. 

Running a hand through his hair, he released a heavy sigh. “Earlier this afternoon, I learned I’ll have to travel out of state. One of our offices several hours away is experiencing some difficulties, and the higherups believe if I’m onsite there, I can control the damage and sort things out.”

I struggled to hide my unease. “How long will you be gone?”

“Two weeks,” he said quietly. “I leave Monday. I tried to get out of it, Gale, I really did, but refusing isn’t an option if I want to keep my job.”

“I understand.” My stare dropped to my breasts, which were already aching for Darren’s mouth. I knew he and I shared the same worry. “If I keep pumping while you’re away, my milk won’t dry up, will it?” The thought of starting back at square one, after all our hard work, filled me with dread.

Darren rested a hand on my knee. “I don’t think so. I’ve read that women who rely on pumping alone can end up producing less milk, but that shouldn’t happen in just two weeks.” 

I searched his face, seeking more reassurance, but I realized he couldn’t give it. We were in uncharted territory here, and of course, every woman’s body was different. Darren opened his mouth to speak, then appeared to change his mind. “What is it?” I demanded. “Is there something else we can do?”

“There is,” he said, though I discerned his hesitation to continue. 

Holding his stare, I nodded firmly. “Go on,” I urged. “I’m listening.”

Darren took a deep breath, as if to gather up his nerve. “We could ensure you keep producing plenty of milk if…” Grasping my hand, he gave it a gentle squeeze. “If you’re willing to nurse someone else while I’m gone.”