Every muscle in my body tenses then relaxes into pure bliss as my balls tighten and another spray of thick seed shoots up inside my wife’s still convulsing pussy.
This is heaven, lying beneath my wife with our two bodies joined together in pleasure.
After we’re finished here, I’ll have to remind myself to thank her again for helping to create the topical hormone that both increases male fertility and makes men multi-orgasmic.
“Lay down, my love,” I whisper and she complies.
Her still overfull breasts crash down like twin pillows on my chest as she falls forward.
She yelps in pain as her soft, sensitive bosom makes contact with the hard, unyielding rock of my chest. She opens her mouth in a gasp and a faint cry escapes her lips. I place my mouth over hers to collect it.
We kiss. I suck the tip of her tongue then she sucks mine. Our lips peck lightly then press together hard, grinding against each other in a fitful dance of love.
I slip my tongue over hers one last time before I break our kiss and I reach my arm securely around her back. With gentle strength, I flip our bodies over so that she’s lying with her back flat on the shower floor and I’m hovering just inches above her.
“I love you Kale.”
She speaks her heavenly words again. By telling me she loves me, she’s made my wildest fantasy come true. Now it’s my turn to do the same for her.
I pause for a moment to gaze into her eyes before I dare move. Emotion is sparkling across her beautiful features. Her face is bright with the brilliant glow of her love, admiration and desire for me.
I’m a happy man. My wife loves me.
Now is my chance to demonstrate to her, just how much her revelation of love has filled my soul. I love my wife and I would do anything – anything to make her happy.
With my heart thrumming against my ribs and its pulse humming its tune of desire into every muscle of my body, I thrust my neck forward. A man fueled by unstoppable desire, I capture my wife’s full pink lips in another kiss. I drive my tongue forward, gently separating her lips. Once inside her warm hole, I twirl the tip of my firm muscle against her slick inner walls, causing her moan her pleasure into my mouth.
She rips her lips away from mine.
“Milk me. Please milk me, my love.”
“You’re mine – all mine,” I reply, tipping her chin up with one swift flick of my finger. “Know this Aurora – I claim your delicious bounty as mine, and mine alone. I claim all of you to love, to keep safe, to cherish – and to pleasure for every day of the rest of our lives.”
Eager to pleasure her in every way she desires, I kiss my way across the soft angle of her jaw and down the smooth curve of her neck. I increase the frequency and intensity of my kissing as I reach the silken pillows of her breasts.
My cock twitches with desire as I gaze closely at her natural beauty. I open my mouth widely and wrap my hungry lips around one of her hard, peaked nipples.
I suck.
I suck then swipe my tongue from side to side along the underside of her rippled bud.
“I love you,” my wife cries out, her voice full of the strength of her passion.
Overcome with the power of my love and desire for her, I plunge my head down deeper on her breast and suck. She cries out her pleasure as her chest muscles twitch in ecstasy.
Then it happens. Her milk starts to flow. I gulp hard as I suck and empty her breast of its sweet bounty. I suck and then swallow and suck some more until I drink down every drop of her sweet cream.
Then I focus my attention on her other tit. I begin by sweeping my tongue underneath her tight pebbled nipple and licking it. Then I slide my tongue up to flick the tip of the sensitive little bud.
I tease her with more flicking before finally plunging my head down, taking her hard nipple inside my mouth and drinking from it. I squeeze and suck, feeling a warm spray of her milk hit the back of my throat.
I swallow. I drink her down until my belly is full with her delicious bounty.
“Aloha no au ia 'oe,” Aurora says softly in my native tongue then takes a deep breath, stretches her arms at her sides and sighs.
“I truly love you too,” I moan, repeating the sentiment in her mother language.
Enraptured with the beautiful woman lying beneath me, I lift my head up to kiss the soft angle of her jaw as I whisper words of love into her ear.
“E hoomau maua kealoha.”
“May our love last forever,” she responds in kind.
Bonus Chapter
(Warning! Hot Cream Below)
For a voyeur, Aurora isn’t very good at hiding her secrets or her secret reading material.
Although I’m sure she’d prefer I didn’t know about it, my wife frequently reads stories of a scandalous nature. And while she’s partial to lactation reads, her favorite tales always involve one specific sex act – creampie cleanup.
She reads her tales of handsome heroes who lick their lusty ladies clean while she empties her breasts of milk every day. And she has plenty of time to read now that she refuses to use a virtual reality milking machine and insists on using a less efficient ancient earth-style breast pump instead.
Her smile shines so bright and adorable while she’s reading. And her face brightens in a particularly special way whenever she gets to the naughty part of her story where the hero curls his tongue and dips it inside his heroine’s fragrant folds, scooping up his own sticky cum and swallowing it down eagerly and with abandon.
I’ve read several of the secret books she has stashed away on her e-reader. The contents of those poorly hidden stories have helped me to gain better insight into my wife’s deepest sexual desires. Based on her choice of reading material, my lady’s ultimate fantasy would be for me to fill her full up with my seed and then get down on my hands and knees and lick her most private parts clean with the flat my tongue.
Although I’ve stuffed Aurora full with plenty of creampies over the past year – even while she was pregnant – especially while she was pregnant – I’ve never cleaned her up with my tongue afterward.
I want to please my wife. No, not want, I fully intend to please my wife. But, I don’t know if eating my own semen from the sopping wet folds of her pussy is something I’m capable of doing.
Although it’s something I’ll admit I’ve fantasized about. The reality of what I’m about to do is so much more—fragrant than I ever anticipated it would be. My lips are hovering over Aurora’s nipples now, and even from way up here, I can scent the overpowering fragrance of my own sexual emissions. Their strong odor is wafting up towards my nose, inharmoniously mixing with the musky floral notes of my wife’s sweet arousal.
I’m a physician and I’m accustomed to the powerful odors of bodily fluids. And while the ripe perfume of Aurora’s fluids call to my lips and tongue to taste them, my own body’s too-manly smell is far too intense. It’s scent is overwhelming to even my medically trained nostrils.
A thought pops to the front of my mind from a portion of my brain I haven’t bothered to access in years. ‘Hold your breath!’ It screams.
Maybe I can do this – and even enjoy it – if I just hold my breath. That’s it. I’ll hold my breath. The juvenile part of my brain takes control and suddenly holding my breath for the next several minutes while I eat my cream out of my wife’s pussy seems like a workable – and medically viable – plan.
My beautiful wife is lying beneath me here on the warm wet-room floor. The twin jet showerheads are still raining water down from above us, covering our bodies in their forceful spray of hot liquid.
The insistent pounding of raindrops on my taught skin suddenly has me skittish. The relentless drumming pushes me into sensory overload. I gasp for breath.
“Shower jets off, steam jets on!” I practically shout before my heart jerks forward then upward so forcefully that it completely jams itself into my voice box rendering me momentarily mute.
My neck muscles tighten then relax almost reflexivel
y as the shower’s hard downpour transforms into the soft warm comfort of a steamy mist. And yet, my heart still thumps.
I swallow hard. With my heart now banging against the bone cage of my chest, I steel my nerves in preparation for what I am about to do next.
‘Just slide your tongue in. Just slip your lips right over her semen stuffed pussy and push your tongue inside. It will taste good. I promise.’ My brain assures me, and I lose all confidence in my mind’s ability to communicate honestly.
I lower my head and press my lips against the top of Aurora’s soft belly. Trailing kisses downward, I stop for only a second to take a quick lap at her belly button. I dip my tongue inside the cozy hole – and lick. Then I slurp up the tiny pool of shower water that has collected inside the seldom loved hole.
“Kale—K-K— Kale,” Aurora’s belly vibrates against my lips as she speaks. “What are you doing?”
Instead of using my words, I answer her question by jutting out my tongue and licking my way down the pillowy lower bump of her belly. Perfumed wavy brown hairs greet the stubble at my chin and I pause to tickle them by shaking my head from side to side.
“Will you – Will you—” Aurora stammers. “Will you eat the creampie?”
“Yes,” I answer softly.
Stiff. Stiff and flat she tightens her belly as she gasps for air then holds her breath in. Her thigh muscles pull tight and quiver as I spread them apart more fully to gain better access to her cream filled pussy.
The glory of her natural feminine beauty is displayed before my eyes. My heart beats proud in my chest. This glorious woman is mine. All mine. Her cream covered comeliness lays bare, awaiting my kiss.
She pants. I inhale.
I breathe in her musky scent deeply, ignoring the silliness at the back of my mind commanding me to hold my breath again, chiding that I’ll be sorry if I don’t.
Then I do it.
I stick out my tongue and flick the tip against her engorged, quivering nub, the top of which is coated with my seed.
Her thighs buck up against my hands, but I press down, holding her body in place, keeping her open for me. I flatten my tongue against her clit. Her pulse is pounding so intensely that I can feel each of its throbs through the tiny rosebud.
She’s excited. She fists chunks of my hair and tugs roughly. Her flesh jumps and twitches in pleasure as I lick and rub the tender tip of her clit’s hood. I rub her sensitive spot, gently at first. Then I push my tongue down hard on her slippery nub the way she likes me to.
I haven’t swallowed. But, I can already taste my semen. Its flavor is metallic – bitter and acrid on my tongue. Oh, god, what have I been submitting my wife to for the past year? The woman’s an angel. She’s never even hinted once that my cream tastes this – sour.
This incredible woman now writhing beneath my tongue loves me. She truly loves me. She wouldn’t put up with swallowing this bitter slime if she didn’t.
I’m determined to do whatever it takes to sexually fulfill her – starting today. I’ll start eating celery, pineapple and cinnamon with my meals – all foods rumored to sweeten the flavor of a man’s seed. I’ll eat whatever it takes to ensure that from here on out, I feed my wife the sweet cream she deserves.
Bitter flavor be damned! I nearly scream the words aloud. I love my wife and I’m going to gift her the hot, nasty, cum eating sexual adventure she craves.
With renewed determination, I explore her pussy’s rippled folds with my tongue. Her body trembles and she exhales. I slide the flat of my tongue over her slick entrance, teasing her, playing with the ruffled folds of her sex.
She twists her hips and pleads panting “suck it out…suck the cum out.”
I circle my tongue over her opening.
Obeying her command, I plunge inside her waiting hole.
She screams and her thighs push free of my grasp.
Her thick thighs press against my ears, crushing my head in their vice grip. I’m immobilized as thick sticky cum oozes onto my cupped tongue. I flick the tip of my tongue up toward the roof of my mouth and I shovel. I shovel load after load of gooey cream inside my mouth.
I never expected to love this rough treatment, but I do. I love it – while simultaneously being repulsed by it. But mostly, I just crave scooping more cum inside my mouth while my wife’s fists tug roughly at my black, shaggy mane.
Gag. The back of my throat spasms and my stomach churns. I nearly vomit. But, I pant and stifle the reflex.
Then I do it.
I swallow. I choke down the sticky glob of semen stuffing my mouth. My eyes clinch reflexively and I smack my lips. Then I swallow again.
“Taste good?” Aurora chuckles as she squeezes her thighs tightly around my head and fists another chunk of black hair in her hand.
I can’t respond. I can’t speak. All I can do is suck. I suck my seed from her clenching pussy until there’s no more of my thick cream left. Then I wiggle my head free from her grasp just enough to tip my tongue up and suck at her clit.
I suck at her clit hungrily as I slide two fingers inside her pussy. With my fingers thrusting in and out of her tight haven, I desperately struggle for air. I’m smothering against the sopping wet, wavy haired mountain of her mound.
Just when I think I have no more air left she lets out a high pitched wail and the walls of her pussy spasm around my fingers. She’s coming again. Her entire body is exploding in pleasure.
Her body shivers and twitches. She flings her thighs wide open, releasing my head and rocks her hips front to back sliding her clit against my tongue with each motion. She hollers and she howls as she continues to cum.
I take the opportunity to chug down a lungful of air. My cock twitches, and I know it’s about to do the unavoidable. The rough pleasure of allowing my mouth to be used by my wife is forcing my ass to tighten, my thighs to shake and my balls to rise up and harden.
I smack my lips against her pussy. Savoring the combined flavor of my cum and Aurora’s arousal in my mouth, while she comes beneath me sends me over the edge. My balls pulse. Then a volcano like spurt of cum explodes out the tip of my cockhead and blasts down onto the shower floor and up the back wall of the wet room.
My head spins with the pleasure of my orgasm. But, I never stop licking her, instead I suck and flick my tongue against her pussy lips with abandon, even through her orgasm.
She rewards my efforts by bucking her hips up against my face and shouting out more pleasure. She screams and thrashes below me for what feels like hours and then finally pushes me off her. Smiling and laughing she wiggles out from under me and repositions herself on the shower floor with her head lying next to mine.
“I love you” She promises then presses her lips softly to the tip of my nose.
Her sweet show of affection moves my heart.
“Don’t worry about the sticky mess in the shower,” I reply. “I’ll clean it up before I leave for work.”
Thank you for reading!
Taboo 10
Taboo: Menage/Hucow/BDSM/Humiliation
Chapter 1
Daisy
“Mooooooo!” The deep vibrating sound of the zombie herd’s morning gathering terrifies me. The herd’s communal mooing travels like an electric current through the air. Its soulful pleading song tempts me. “Come, join us,” the eerily melody croons. “Come, take your place in the zombie herd.”
I’m strapped tightly into my milking machine, so I’m safe, for now. I couldn’t dash out of the barn to become one with the herd even if I wanted to. My farmer and his wife are both behind me stimulating my clit and the slick wetness of my slit, helping me do my best to squirt more cream into the milking collection tubes.
I’ve always loved the way my farmer attentively pleasures and cares for me during my twice daily milkings. Now that he has a new wife, and she is sharing in the milking duties, I’m getting a double helping of stimulating attention. I should be a happily contented heifer right now, but I’m not.
Hucows have
been disappearing from the countryside for nearly seven years. One by one, every last Hucow (except for me) from both my farm and every farm in the country has turned feral. Each well-loved and well-cared for heifer has abandoned structured farm life to live wild and free on the green rolling hills of the outdoor pastures.
I can certainly see why my milk producing sisters were drawn to the zombie lifestyle. It’s an attractive vacation from the rigors of farm life. It’s all beauty and frolicking in the bright sunlight of freedom— until it isn’t.
When a hucow first joins the zombie herd, she becomes a gorgeous, free range creature. In the beginning, she bears none of the curses of zombieism. There’s no hanging skin or putrid smelling decaying flesh. That horror comes later — much later.
When a hucow first turns feral, she develops the glows. Her eyes take on an eerie bright cerulean blue hue. The light shines powerfully at night, as the glow of a thousand moons. In the daylight, her eyes simply radiate with a soft sky-blue light. Pretty. The zombie hucows all have big baby-blue cow eyes designed to lure their male prey to their shrieking demises.
The teeth are the next sign of a hucow turned feral. Usually, hucows have milky white teeth and eat human food. We are still people after all. Even though we submit to our twice daily milkings and live most of our lives inside a barn, we have all the nutritional requirements of regular humans.
Before all my friends turned zombie, we used to enjoy our meals at a beautifully handcrafted rustic wood table that was carried in and out of our barn three times daily by the farm’s hubulls. Once seated around our sturdy table with its crisp white and yellow gingham tablecloth and beautifully placed flower arrangements we would all enjoy a gourmet meal prepared by Hamma, the farm’s prize hupig.
I long for the days when I used to sit and moo playfully around the communal table with my hucow companions. I miss our milking sisterhood desperately.
The zombie hucows don’t sit at tables. They eat authentic cow style. They crawl around on their hands and knees and dip their heads down to the ground to tear blades of grass from the earth. Just like cows they chew the grass then swallow the greens down their gullets.
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