Nursing Neighbor Thanks Me

This is the sixth story of my series about my post-marital sexual journey. Read the first story (Babysitter Lauren) or my profile, for any background needed. You may see references to prior stories/people, but for the most part each story stands on its own.

_____________________________________

Bella

The house that I moved into after my wife and a split up was a smallish three-bedroom duplex home on the other side of town from where I had lived with my wife. This house shared a common wall with an identical space next door.

I was renting it from a local businessman that I knew until I found a permanent place that I liked.

Right around the beginning of the year, when I was still seeing Debbie, in moved a young couple with a newborn infant, about a month old. And when I say young, I mean really young, and I came to find out that they were both 19 and right out of high school.

The building was built kind of like a shared hotel room -- where there was a door opening connecting the two sides. It had two doors, one controlled by each side. The lower level connecting doors were located just outside of the kitchen in a small dining room area. On my side, the lower door was blocked by a bookcase, and unless you knew it was there, you might not know it was there.

Upstairs, the connecting door was in the hallway between the hall bathroom and one of my daughters' bedrooms, just a few feet from my bedroom.

Bella and her husband Brian had gotten married right after high school and immediately had a baby. Smelled a lot like a shotgun wedding. They were very nice and we got along great from the get go.

Brian was a bit of a pussy, but I chalked it up to being young and probably overwhelmed as a new father. Bella was smokin' hot; Brian had clearly outkicked his coverage.

We became very friendly, and I saw that life was not as rosy for them as they thought it would be. Being young, with only high school diplomas and no work experience, made getting by tough. They had borrowed every penny for the house since they had very little cash, and with Brian working as a grocery store clerk during the day and Bella as a waitress in the evenings when Brian was home, they had very little money and spent very little time together.

I helped them out as much as I could. If they needed a plumber or some handy work around the house, I always offered so they could save money, and tried to show Brian things so that he could have the knowledge for later in life. He wasn't real bright with that kind of stuff, but he was eager to learn.

They did have some family in town, but they didn't talk much about their families. I never saw anyone come to the house to visit the baby or help out in any way. So, I had become a sort of father-figure to the both of them.

Several months after they moved in, they invited me over for dinner one night and sprang on me that Brian was going to join the military. With good pay and benefits, he could support his family remotely while he went through basic training and wherever his first assignment was. Bella could quit working and stay home with the baby, then join him wherever he was stationed when that option became available. He was hoping to get involved with technology because he was a bit of a computer nerd.

They asked very kindly whether I would continue to look after Bella and the baby while he was gone. Since I had no immediate plans to move, and my kids absolutely loved the baby when they stayed with me, I assured Brian that Bella was in good hands.

Brian left a week later and would be gone initially for eight weeks. I gave him a hug as he drove away and told him again not to worry about his family.

A week or so after Brian left, I heard frantic banging on the door behind the bookcase, and Bella's voice calling my name. I moved the bookcase and disengaged the lock that appeared to not have been unlocked for many years. I burst through and found Bella in the kitchen with a small fire going on the stove and she frantically trying to put it out with water. I quickly grabbed a fire extinguisher from my kitchen and put out the fire.

Bella hugged me tight when the fire was out, sobbing hysterically. When she calmed down, she told me that she had just put the baby (now about five months old) down for a nap and was making dinner for herself when the fire started. She wanted to grab the baby and run but then she was afraid the house would burn down and she panicked, throwing water on it, which seemed to make it worse. That's when she banged on my door.

I explained that water will not put out a grease fire, and that I would buy her a fire extinguisher the next day to keep in the kitchen. She was so relieved and she finally calmed herself down all the way. I made dinner for her and spent the evening with her and the baby until bed time.

Two weeks went by without incident. Then one Friday evening, when we were both out on the front porch, Bella asked me if we could keep our connecting doors unlocked and unobstructed so that we could come and go freely, mostly so that my kids could go in and out to help with the baby, and in case she needed me in a pinch.

I told her that would be fine, so long as she respected my privacy if/when I had female company. Bella blushed a bit, as she was aware that I had had several female companions since they moved in several months earlier, although by this time Debbie and I had split up.

Bella commented, "That's fine, and I'll know when someone is there, I can hear what's going on through the wall that separates our bedrooms. It sounds like a serious jack hammering!"

She quickly covered her mouth when she realized what she said, and she turned even darker red.

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry! I just blurted that out!" she said, embarrassed.

I laughed at her embarrassment.

"Please, don't worry about it. It's impossible to offend me. And I'm sorry too, I knew the walls were thin because I can hear you guys knockin' boots on occasion, but I didn't realize it was so loud."

"You must be quite the stud-muffin," she said. "It sounds like quite a party over there, and they always leave with a really satisfied look on their faces."

Now I blushed a little, this young nineteen-year-old commenting on the sex I'd been having over the last year that she could apparently hear.

"Well, you know what they say, always leave 'em wanting more," I joked.

"But don't worry," I continued. "I'm not involved with anyone at the moment, so I won't be hanging a towel on the door any time soon."

I assumed she didn't understand this reference since she had never been to college, but she laughed anyway and said, "That's too bad, someone should be enjoying you."

Now it was me who spoke without thinking, and I said, "You're welcome to come enjoy anytime."

Those words hung in the air as Bella processed them, and her skin flushed again.

"I'm sorry Bella, that was inappropriate," I said apologetically. "You're married and young enough to be my daughter."

"Don't apologize," she countered. "I started it. It's a tempting offer. Brian has been gone three weeks and I'm not sure I'll last another five. And besides, I am NOT your daughter."

She winked as she said this to me.

Bella had the baby monitor on the porch with us, and she heard the baby fussing a bit, so she excused herself and went back inside. I did the same, before things went any further.

The next night, around 9:00 pm, I was sitting in my kitchen looking over some work, when I got a text from Bella.

"Can I come over?" she asked.

"Sure," I answered. "Everything OK?"

"Yep, just lonely and quiet over here. Baby is asleep. I'll bring the monitor."

A few minutes later, Bella stepped through the connecting door and stood in the doorway to my kitchen, holding a bottle of wine.

"How about a drink?" she asked.

"Sure," I answered, getting up from my chair and moving with her toward the living room with two glasses in hand. "But you didn't have to bring wine. I have plenty."

"I know but I wanted to thank you for everything you do for me, for us."

"It's no trouble at all Bella. I'm happy to help."

We sat together on my long sofa, separated by a cushion.

We sipped our wine for a few minutes, then Bella looked at me and said, "Can I ask you something? It's OK if you say no."

"Sure," I answered, "go ahead."

Bella took a deep breath and moved closer to me.

I raised an eyebrow at her as she snuggled a bit closer, then she leaned into me and whispered, "Would you go down on me."

I was only mildly shocked that Bella had come over for sex. Our verbal exchange the night before, and the sultry nature in which she was acting since appearing at my door, made it pretty obvious that she was feeling the itch in Brian's absence.

Bella was really sexy. Just a year out of high school at age nineteen, she still had the look of a teenager, even though she had a baby. Her body had recovered nicely from childbirth, her hips just slightly wider than they would normally be. Her tummy was flat and she always wore a half shirt, and her tits were a perfect softball size. She wasn't overly pretty, but she was young and sexy and I'll bet sweet as candy.

"Bella," I said. "I know you're lonely and probably really horny, but is this really the smart thing to do? Brian will be home in a little over a month, can't you wait?"

"No," she said bluntly. "I can't wait. I already asked Brian and he said it's OK for you to go down on me and me on you, especially since you've been so great to us. He'd prefer that I don't fuck you, but after the way you saved the house from burning down with me and the baby in it, it's our way of saying thanks."

Now, I'm not the kind of guy that's gonna turn back gifts from heaven. To this point in my life, I had never fucked another man's wife, but it sounded as though Brian was giving his permission to eat his wife's pussy along with some quid pro quo.

Of course, I wasn't stupid enough to think that it would stop there.

So, I said to Bella, "the answer is yes, with one condition. Ask me the right way. Use the words I want to hear. Don't hold back."

Bella smiled and said, "Oh, you like the dirty talk huh? That's fine."

She leaned forward and again whispered in my ear, "Please, eat my wet pussy and make me come all over your face. Then I will suck your cock and your balls and swallow every drop of cum you shoot into my mouth, unless you want to come on my face."

Oh, she was a dirty girl.

I took another swig of my wine, then stood up and helped her up with my hand.

"Go check on the baby, lock up the doors, put on a t-shirt with nothing else, then come back and meet me in my bedroom."

Bella stepped forward and gave me a sensuous kiss, our lips parting slightly and the tip of her tongue touching mine. Our tongues danced for a minute, then she licked my lips and pulled back.

"Wow," she said. "If you eat pussy anything like you kiss, this is going to be amazing."

"You'll find out soon," I replied. "Hurry back, I'll be waiting."

She hurried next door while I blew out the candles and locked up, then went upstairs and get myself ready for her visit, stripping down to just my gym shorts and sitting back on the bed with a small bedside lamp turned on. I made sure my side of the connecting door was open.

A minute or so later, Bella appeared in my bedroom doorway, her long, tanned legs looking very sexy, and the top half of her covered by a gray concert t-shirt.

She walked over and stood next to my bed, setting the monitor on the nightstand. I ran my hand up and down her smooth thighs, then explored the area between her legs, also bare as the day she was born. Bella parted her thighs slightly to allow me more access. I found her wet center with my thumb and slowly pushed it inside.

I looked up at Bella, who had her eyes closed as she bit her lower lip.

At that point I noticed something that I had not even considered. Dark, wet spots forming around Bella's nipples. It had never occurred to me that Bella might still be nursing the baby, and now her breasts were lactating as her hormones began to rage.

My ex-wife had lactated a little bit during the final month of our first pregnancy, and after my oldest was born, and breast-feeding didn't go well, I took the opportunity to get as much of that milk as I could for myself. My child didn't breast feed long, but I did for about six months. And my wife's hormones in those first six months were off the charts, so we had a lot of sex and my thirst for breast milk grew to maximum levels.

Our second pregnancy and child-birth was the opposite. My wife had NO sex drive, and no interest in letting me have my way with her body. After my vasectomy, I assumed my days of drinking breast milk were over.

But here was Bella, soaking the front of her t-shirt as I fingered her. She must have sensed it too, because she opened her eyes, looked at me, then looked down at her chest. We moaned simultaneously, and I sat up on the edge of the bed, now eye level with her stomach and chest.

"Take this off," I ordered, needlessly, because she was already pulling it off over her head.

Bella's tits flopped down right in front of my face as her shirt came up over them and released them. I grabbed them with both hands and squeezed, forcing droplets of milk to form and flow from each nipple.

We both groaned loudly again, and I latched onto Bella's left nipple and suckled like a newborn. I was in heaven as the memories of this familiar taste and texture rushed back to my brain.

I didn't want to be greedy - she had a hungry baby after all -- so I pulled back after a minute or so, my hunger satisfied for the moment. Laying back on the bed, I pulled Bella toward me.

"Plant that sweet pussy on my face," I told her, my head resting on the pillows.

"Oooohh, that's different," she said.

Given their ages, I guessed that there were a couple things that she and Brian hadn't yet done. I was happy to show her new things.

"Yes, and you can force yourself down as hard as you want. Smother me, don't worry, I'll be fine."

Bella straddled my head, and I got a good look at her young pussy. So fresh and tasty-looking. I grabbed her ass and pulled her down onto me, the sweetness of her fluids overwhelming me almost as much as the breast milk.

Bella wasted no time grinding on my face, working her cunt lips up and down, from my chin to my nose. She was making gurgling sounds, incoherent but obviously filled with pleasure. Harder and faster, she rode my face, my hands on her young ass cheeks.

Suddenly she stopped dead, and I thought maybe something was wrong. But after three or four seconds of stillness and silence, Bella exploded in orgasm, screeching like a banshee, her fluids flowing out of her and coating my face. I held on to her tight, and she me, gripping my hair as she fought through a tremendous orgasm, wildly bucking on my face.

Bella slowly came down. Her grip on my hair softened, and she relaxed her body, eventually dismounting me and sliding onto the bed next to me.

"Jesus Christ," she muttered. "That was intense. I've never come like that before."

"I was gonna ask you," I replied. "I would have heard that through the walls if you screamed like that."

"I don't know why," she continued, "But that just made me crazy."

She laid and caught her breath for a few minutes, then leaned up on her elbow and turned toward me.

"My turn, I guess, huh?" she asked.

"Well, a deal's a deal, right?"

Bella's hand went to the front of my gym shorts, and she ran her hand along the bulge.

Squeezing my cock, she said, "Holy shit, is this thing real?"

"See for yourself," I answered.

Bella positioned herself on her knees between my legs on the bed, then grabbed the waistband of my shorts and pulled them down. My cock sprang out, slapping back against my stomach.

"Oh my gosh," she said with glee as she held my dick in her hands. "No wonder it gets so loud over here. This is amazing. Brian is barely half the size of this. This thing would rip me in half."

"I doubt it," I replied. "Hell, you pushed a baby out, my dick ain't as big as a baby."

"Yeah well, the baby was breach, so I had a C-section." She knelt up to show me her scar. "So yeah, this thing would go about three inches further than anything else ever has."

"Good thing you're just giving me a blowjob then," I said.

"Yes," she answered wistfully as she stroked me. "Good thing."

I watched her as she watched her hand pump my shaft. When a drop of precum formed, Bella leaned down and gave my cockhead a kiss, slurping up the precum in the process.

"Mmmm," she moaned, taking my head and about the first three inches into her mouth.

I placed my hands on her head and gently guided my cock deeper into her throat. She was doing a great job, working me with one hand and her mouth as her other hand went to my balls. Clearly an experienced cock-sucker despite her young age.

Her tempo was great, and I could tell that I'd be able to come within a few minutes if she kept up with what she was doing. I also felt that she would be an eager deep throater, with some assistance, and I gripped her head a little tighter as I prepared to force more of my cock down her throat.

Suddenly, Bella stopped, releasing my cock from her mouth. She knelt up straight, one hand still on my dick as she looked at me. Her nipples were oozing breast milk, and the look in her eyes was pure hunger.

She spoke, but not to me; to Brian.

"I'm sorry baby," she said. "I need this."

Bella scooted her body up and hovered her young vagina over the tip of my cock. With my cock in her hand, she placed the tip at her entrance, the large head slightly parting her outer lips.

At that moment, the switch in me flipped, and my sexually dominant personality took over. Holding Bella by the hips, I pulled her down on me as I thrust upward, violently ramming the full length of my cock into her tight, young pussy.

Bella lurched upward, my cock lifting her into the air as it met resistance inside of her. The sound that came out of her mouth was non-human, a cross of wolf howling and banshee screaming. Her nails dug into my chest and mine into her ass cheeks, holding her down, should she even think to try to escape.

I held her there just for a second, then pulled her hips up and rammed her back down on me again. Over and over, I impaled her on me, and her sounds became only slightly less intense as her body became accustomed to the invasion.

After about a dozen or so of these intense, violent thrusts, I stopped. Bella remained sitting up straight on me, her nails still dug into my flesh, fresh blood evident from the sharpness of her nails. Her eyes had a faraway look, and her nipples were oozing milk.

I knew in that moment; I could fuck her whenever I wanted to.

"You ok?" I asked her.

Bella looked down at me, and with a big sigh, whispered, "That was the most amazing thing I've ever felt."

"You are going to say that again in about five minutes," I told her.

Grabbing her hips, I flipped her off of me and onto her back. I repositioned myself, then drove myself back into her. Bella yelped again as I penetrated her. She threw her legs back, and I grabbed them by the ankles, spreading her legs wide.

I pummeled her pussy, ultimately dropping her ankles and locking her legs behind my elbows at the knees. Fully exposed to me and without any escape, even if she wanted one; she was mine.

"I'm gonna pound this young pussy until you pass out," I warned her.

Bella was digging into my back, her sharp nails ripping holes in me as I continued my relentless assault. Her fine, full tits were spraying milk everywhere as they bounced with the force of my thrusts. Her head thrashed from side to side as she reached her peak once again.