Have you ever had a moment that was simultaneously the best and the worst of your life? That kind of moment is where this story picks up.
Beautiful Anna, a redheaded and luscious woman with freckles, curves, a new baby, and a husband in Afghanistan, had a minute before had my cock in her mouth, and was nursing on it for what she called my "milk." She'd already let me nurse twice on her milk-filled breasts to get the sweet liquid out, and so she said it was only fair for me to give her something in return.
We'd been in our bathing suits having a squirt gun water fight in the carriage house in back of my parents' house where she now lived, and I'd ambushed her inside. I used the little toy to squirt the tips of her breasts several times, and then her pussy over and over again through her bikini bottom.
We'd been accidentally and then on-purpose sexually teasing each other day after day, and that moment she finally decided that enough was enough.
Her baby Ben was safely napping in the second bedroom, and so she led me to her bedroom, locked the door, and easily and without much resistance from me wrestled me to the ground. She then took off her bikini top while sitting on my belly, revealing her large and freckled breasts with their large pink areolas and medium-sized pink nipples. Leaning over my face, she'd gently squeezed one breast and then the other, showering me with her milk, which I tried to lap up. She then let me nurse on one breast and then the other, suckling her beautiful boobs while holding their smooth and bulging warmth with my fingers.
Anna's "boob juice," as her friend Moira called it, was surprisingly sweet. It was almost like melon juice, but far more sexy.
And so, once she'd given me that, you'll understand how I was already in a such a stunned world of pleasure she would be able to take off my swim trucks without much resistance, revealing my straining virgin cock, which was then lucky enough to get its first blow job.
I once heard of someone call sex "bumping uglies," the idea somehow being that genitals are not that nice looking. But I've never felt that way about cocks and cunts. I always have found them to be the most mysterious and in their own strange ways mesmerizing things I've ever seen. Being mostly straight, I was drawn to pussies more than by cocks. But I do find an erect penis somehow very compelling in its raw desire.
And my six-inch hard cock with its reddish head was certainly a physical manifestation of my 18-year old lust, which had been directed almost exclusively at Anna for the past couple of months.
The juxtaposition between my straining and veined dick, and Anna's lovely freckled face with her green eyes and lips with shiny lip gloss was extreme. That something so weird looking as a hard cock could go into a mouth as beautiful as Anna's was entrancing.
Her lovely face and mouth was then sucking and working at harvesting my cock. Her red hair and her breasts brushed against me as she worked herself up and down my shaft, nursing powerfully on me until I cried out Anna's name again and again, and then shot my cream onto her tongue.
She showed the little pool of white cum to me in her open mouth, and then closed her mouth, swallowing it all down. And then opened her mouth again to show me her white teeth and clean tongue. She said, "ahh" but added, quite rightly, that her milk tasted better than mine.
Just after this she was now leaning against my chest as I breathed heavily, trying to cope with this moment, as she pressed her soft breasts against my chest. Anna was grinning like a cheshire cat-woman with green eyes.
Heaven, right?
Only Anna was by best friend Nick's wife. And I'd promised Nick before he'd shipped over to Afghanistan in the summer of 2002 to look after her, and to protect her from men who would lust after her. Many people, including Nick, said that I was one of the most trustworthy people that they knew. But I'd sucked on her nipples, and now she'd sucked off my straining cock.
I was in really deep shit for the first time in my adult life. Unless it could be hidden, I'd certainly destroyed my friendship with Nick forever. My parents would also be shocked beyond words, and if this was discovered it would makes waves of scandal that would hit almost everyone I knew.
But mostly I worried about Nick. I could only imagine his anger and even rage. He wasn't the violent type, but that was before Afghanistan. When he got back what, exactly, might he do?
And so, even awash in the endorphins of the best orgasm of my life, a feeling close to dread simultaneously washed over me. As you can now see, it was a moment of ecstasy and near-horror at the same time.
But because Anna was at that moment smiling at me, clearly happy with herself for her amazing performance, I just hid the bad and focused on the good, beaming shyly back at her in gratitude, thanking her.
And then she popped the question.
She'd already asked me if I loved her little six-month old son Ben, who every day grinned at me, made weird noises like "la la la! la! maa la!," and pointed his little index finger out as I carried him to show which direction he wanted me to take him. To my surprise, I had fallen deeply for the little treasure, to the point where I was happy to change his diaper. What, you say? How is that possible? Well, when a baby is uncomfortable and messy, cleaning him or her up, and then feeding them, and dressing them in comfortable dry clothes, is deeply satisfying. I don't know if men especially can really understand this until they've done it. But I think for many men it's true. It certainly was for me, much to my surprise.
Right after Anna had asked me if I loved little Ben, and I'd said yes, she was moved to tears by this. She was crying a little about it and hugging me. And then she asked me how I felt about Ben's mother, about her.
I'd actually had a crush on Anna for years. And I'd had raw lust for her since I started to see her luscious milky breasts on a daily basis. But I'd also in the last several weeks quickly fallen in love with her more as a whole person. Even on her bad days, I suddenly had a deep well of feeling and empathy for her. I loved Anna, but had never said it to her in words, even though the way I acted around her probably gave her a good clue.
But she wanted her doubt eliminated, and so asked me:
"So, David, how do you feel about me now?"
"Oh, Anna," I said, still a little breathless, "you know how I feel about you. But I'm not sure I should say it. You do know after what just happened that I think you're the sexiest woman I've ever met."
"And?" She said, looking at me expectantly, seeming pretty confident in what else went with that.
"I want you to say it," Anna added.
She continued: "I've been able to tell since almost as soon as Nick left that you were under my spell, even when you tried to hide it. But now I want you to tell me how deep that spell goes."
She was grinning again like a cheshire cat, having just swallowed the canary of my cum.
"Oh Anna," I said, suddenly feeling almost weepy, because of how far I'd betrayed everyone's trust, "you know I love you. I love you so much."
It sounds strange, but I reached up to cover my mouth as I'd uttered this simple truth that was also a horror.
But Anna didn't seem horrified at all. She was gleeful, and grinned and laughed, saying, "I knew it! Oh David!"
And then she was hugging me with her tits, and kissed me even as I was feeling that together we were in, as I've already said, some pretty deep shit.
But she wanted more, and said:
"What do you love about me? When did you fall in love with me? Tell me!"
I couldn't help but be carried away by her joy. If she could be made happy by my love, what else mattered?—At least at this moment.
"Well," I said, laughing with her, "which of those questions do you want answered first?"
"I want you to tell me what what you love about me first," she said, "leaning her elbow on the floor as her breasts still pressed against my chest in a wonderful way.
So I started there: "Well," I said, looking down at her pink areolas and nipples, at least as much as could be seen of them, "you have truly beautiful breasts."
"I know," she said, "But what do you love about them?"
"Well, everything!" I said, laughing, "Their shape, their softness, your nipples, and, maybe most of all, your milk. A breast without milk is already so beautiful, but a breast with milk I now know is beyond amazing."
"Let me guess: The first time you loved me was the time that you first drank my milk from that bottle, right after I pumped it and it was still warm from my tit. Is that true?"
"That's probably partly true," I said with a smile, "Although I think I was in love with you even before that, and it just got stronger then. And even stronger when..."
"When you actually nursed on me?" She said with a confident smile.
