How Are You Not Being Neglected? - Sex Stories

How Are You Not Being Neglected?

... that the bed would be filled with her milk. I pulled apart her legs gently and I started to eat her pussy. I really like to eat pussy. I like to touch and to admire pussy and Olga's pussy was stunningly beautiful. Her landing strip was perfect, and the bareness was nice for me. Olga soon was in the throes of another orgasm and with her euphoria together, she was in seventh heaven and she moaned to me, “Bill, honey, I want whatever you want to do to me... I’m ready for everything, honey! I’d love to taste your juices or do simple sex…it doesn’t matter…for we’re together.” She looked at me with fire in her nice deep blue eyes. I moved her on the bed and into the missionary position so I could gaze into her blue eyes burning with love that showed so much love for me. I held my cock and slowly inserted into her pussy. She understood me exactly and pushed her moist pussy up and allowed my throbbing cock to enter her. Gently I moved my hips, and switched from one breast to the other. With each stroke Olga softly moaned. She was in euphoria from the ANR. Her pussy muscles were well trained, so my cock got extra treatment in her velvet and moist love canal. We were in heaven. We made love and my cock moved in her hot and slippery pussy for a long time and she had an orgasm again in her constant euphoric state. I did not last long after her orgasm, as I pumped stream after stream of hot sperm into her. Olga did have another orgasm, and collapsed. The sweat rolled down her head. The ...

... smile on her face at that time will forever be etched in my memory. We lay together in each other's arms and hugged. Soon we got up and went to shower. I enjoyed washing her lovely body, and could not wait for her breasts to fill again. She told me her euphoria decreased, but it remained a little with her as she stroked my reviving member. After we got out, we dried each other off and went to the kitchen. I said, “Olga you were right this was much better than ordinary sex.” “I think this drew us closer together. You’ve got a little of my milk in the fridge and I’ll make us lunch.” I smiled as I opened the door and saw the bottle full of her delicious milk waiting for me later today. Chapter 8. This is not sex dream We ate the lunch. At the end we had pineapple, and then she brought out a pot full of fluid from the refrigerator. She said, “This is the dessert.” The fluid was little yellowish and big white hard foam swam on the fluid. I asked her wondering, “What’s it exactly?” “I learned to cook this dessert from my Mother. I gathered my milk that I pumped out from the past few days and used it for this. I put in sugar with vanilla. It’s called Bird milk. I wondered, “Did you use your milk?” “Yes and I used egg yolk to mix with my milk and I used the egg white for the foam.” We tasted it and I found it very delicious. I drank her milk from the fridge later. I questioned her cheerfully with smile, “Do you want to achieve your sex fantasy to feed me with your milk solely?” Olga ...