40-Pack Hucow/Milking MEGA-ULTRABUNDLE!

by Bessie Hucow

  That's why when my friend saw an ad in the paper for a new massage parlor that was having a buy one get one free sale for all new customers, I jumped at the chance. The only downside? It was a pregnancy massage place. I wasn't pregnant, per se, but with my large, leaky breasts hanging down like ripe coconuts, I wasn't far from it.

  I was a bit early to the appointment, so I sat in their comfy waiting room. It was more like a mini-living room more than anything else. I plopped my ass down on the plush sofa and leaned back to relax.

  "Why hello there." I was startled awake by a sexy man's voice. When I snapped my eyes open, they nearly popped out.

  "Hi!" I squeaked, a flood of juices running into my panties.

  "You must be Diane. I'm Mark." The tall, muscular couldn't-have-been-more-than-nineteen-year-old thrust out his very strong, very masculine hand and shook mine.

  "Nice to...uh meet you, Mark," I said breathlessly as my tiny hand slipped into his. He squeezed lightly and it was like he squeezed the inside of my pussy as fertile woman cum gushed into my panties - soaking them - and leaked down my thighs. I was too floored by his blond, sandy hair, brown eyes and large smile to even notice. Like Barbara Streisand sang: I was a woman in love.

  "I'm just finishing up with my other client now," he apologized and I felt a heady rush of emotions steamroll through my body.

  "Take your time," I said even though I wanted him to stop everything he was doing right then and there and begin touching me with his strong, virile hands. I got lost in a sea of sexy thought and missed what he said, only coming to when I heard the door shut and he was gone.

  It's just a few minutes longer, I thought as my eyes oscillated between the clock and the door. I imagined myself as the client in the room under his sexy, watchful gaze. His brown eyes excited me and I felt my hot pussy liquids begin to seep out again. Girl, I scolded myself, get yourself under control! It's not like he's a sex worker or anything. He's just a masseuse. That's it. Of course, that didn't help.

  My fingers crept down to my wet, pulsating pussy as I pictured his strong hands running all across my body. I pulled my sopping panties aside and lightly touched my sensitive clit. A moan escaped my lips before I could catch it. I quickly looked toward the door to make sure he hadn't heard and then continued my exploration.

  I didn't realize at the time that my breasts had started leaking through my shirt, which was now properly see-thru. I'd forgotten to express myself at home and now my breasts were ultra tight, filled with my lactation juices.

  As one finger diddled my clit, another parted my fertile folds and yet another dipped inside. Holy moly, I was wet! All throughout my pregnancy, I'd been super horny and wet all the time. My husband called me a whore every time he had to take care of me. It was all in jest, of course. But there were many nights that I'd worn him out and had to take care of myself. It was just something I'd gotten used to. Rarely, however, had I ever done it in public.

  Seeing Mr. Hot Masseuse, however, pushed me over the edge and I had to find relief. My body tingled with pleasurable sensations and my finger dipped in and out. First one, then two and even three fingers were inserted into my pussy as I stretched myself as wide as I could. My husband had a nice cock, but it didn't fill me properly like I knew I should be filled.

  My head snapped up as I heard what sounded like a loud moan from the other room. Could it be? Nah, maybe it was just my imagination. Then I heard it again. Looking around, I quickly snuck to the door and pressed my ear against it.

  "Oh God, Mark! Fuck me! Cum in my pregnant womb!"

  I had to sit back down or I would've blacked out. I shook the cobwebs from my head. Did I really hear what I thought I heard? Was he fucking her? My heart hammered in my chest as I thought about that. Maybe I was wrong. Maybe there was more to this "massage" than I had realized.

  I had to hear more. Straining against the door, I listened as my fingers danced rapidly in and out of my pussy. I strummed my clit and focused on the lady's moans. There was no doubt about it - these weren't therapeutic massage sounds I was hearing, this was sex.

  "Do you like fucking me while I carry your baby?" The girl teased.

  "You know it!" I heard a slap as he presumably whacked her on the butt. I bet her ass was sore. I could just picture him reaching around from behind and rubbing her pregnant belly and playing with her enormous tits.

  I groaned as an orgasm raced through me, causing my knees to buckle. I almost fell to the floor as I pressed my legs together to ride out the rising tide. I felt hot liquid run down my legs, all the way to my feet. I also felt milk run down my stomach as I realized that I'd forgotten to express myself and now my nice, white blouse was completely soaked through. Crap!

  I heard the girl cry out as he no doubt shoved his thick, monster cock deep into her pregnant cervix.

  "Cum in me!" She shouted. "Cum in my pregnant, unprotected womb!"

  "If you weren't pregnant, I'd knock you up!" He grunted and I could just picture his cock bulging and flexing inside her pussy as he released his nineteen-year-old studly cum into her probably married womb. Oh God this was too exciting.

  I heard some rustling in the room and I quickly sat down, my head and heart spinning wildly. I brought my fingers to my nose and saw they were drenched with my horny, ovulating scent. The smell was heavenly and I shuddered through a mini-orgasm.

  Did he just say that he'd impregnate her if he could? Oh God, I'd been thinking about having another and I WAS at the peak of my fertility. Hell, for all I knew that was his girlfriend in there and I was just getting excited for nothing. But something told me that wasn't the case.

  Could I dare hope? To hell with the massage, I needed a different type of ache relieved: the one in my belly. My husband didn't have to know. Hell, he'd probably think it was his.

  My pussy tingled as I heard the doorknob turn. I pretended to be reading a magazine - I didn't realize it was upside down. I glanced up at the woman who came bouncing out of the room. She was literally bouncing - not walking. She had a deep, satisfied smile on her face and a spring to her step. Was that sweat or oil that I saw glistening on her skin?

  "Hello!" She waved as she skipped past, her blonde hair bouncing up and down as she trotted off. I don't think I'd ever seen a happier pregnant lady.

  "Girlfriend?" I raised my eyebrows at the stud-muffin.

  "Nah, just another client," he said as he stared wistfully after her, watching her bounce to the front desk, pay and bounce out.

  When she was gone, he turned to me, smiled and offered me his hand. "You ready?"

  I nodded and let him pull me to my feet. My God he was strong. Probably worked out all the time - or not, seeing as he was a masseuse. Kneading all those backs and pussies was probably a good enough workout. I felt a fresh squirt of liquid blast my panties.

  I watched him stare at my flimsy, now-see-thru shirt. No doubt he could see my breasts. Why did he have to be so hot? When we got into the room, he shut the door and turned to me.

  "You don't look pregnant," he eyed my body hungrily up and down.

  "I'm hoping you can change that," I said under my breath.

  "I'm sorry, I didn't catch that."

  "I said," speaking a bit louder, "I'm hoping you have some place I can change."

  "Well," he practically drooled, "seeing as this is a no-clothes massage, you can just remove your clothes right here. I'll throw your shirt in the dryer and it'll be ready when you are." His smile was so disarming that I figured what the hell?

  I began unbuttoning my blouse as he trained his gaze lustfully on my milky breasts. I was so nervous I was actually trembling like this was my first time or something.

  "You gonna watch? Don't you have a table to get ready or oil to heat or something?" I asked nervously.

  "Nope. I have nothing better to do then stare at your gorgeous boobs."

  Oh God! Did he just comment on my breasts? Wow! The nerve! I fumbled with the buttons and he reached out his hands.

 
"Here, let me help you with that," he said as he gently moved my hands away. "That explains it!" He said excitedly.

  "Explains what?" I asked cautiously, very conscious of the fact that my bare, milky breasts were strutting out mere inches from his face. A droplet of milk clung insipidly to my nipple, like a scout determining if the others needed to be summoned.

  "Why your shirt was soaked."

  I nodded and just stood there. Neither of us moved as he surveyed my prize. I'd forgotten all about the massage, all I knew was that my cheeks were burning bright and my pussy was burning brighter.

  "You really do have nice breasts," he said, making no move to hide his lust. I couldn't imagine this being a legit business.

  "Thanks, but you're probably not interested in an old lady's milky bags," I waved his compliment away.

  "You'd me surprised. I actually think you're a hot MILF."

  "A what?" That sounded like some kind of coded swearword.

  "A MILF - a mother I'd like to fuck. It means that you're hot. You know, a 10/10 would bang type of thing."

  My mouth hung open at his crass words. As a thirty-five year old, I had to admit that I did get more than my fair share of cat-calls and hungry stares - especially by the college boys. But what this man was telling me was that I had the body men would die for.

  "You sure are bold. Aren't you afraid of the place getting raided?"

  His smile grew brighter. "Haven't had a dissatisfied customer yet. And," he said, suddenly pressing his lips to mine, "I don't intend to start." My lips involuntarily parted and my eyes closed as I felt his masculine lips on mine.

  "Wow," I said, breathlessly as we parted. "You're serious about not leaving unsatisfied customers."

  "I aim to please."

  "I'll bet you do." With his hot kiss ice-breaker, I finished taking off the rest of my clothes. For the first time since my marriage fifteen-years ago, I was standing fully naked in front of a man other than my husband. Voluntarily.

  "You're gorgeous!" he said as his eyes took in my "milf" body. I closed my eyes and blushed. This wasn't real. It couldn't be. I thought of all the times that I'd had to pleasure myself because my husband was too tired for lovemaking. This stud could probably run many races a day and not get tired.

  "I bet you say that to all the milfs."

  He took me in his arms and looked me deep in the eyes. "You're the only milf who's walked in my office and bought my line about this being a nude massage."

  He crushed his body to mine and I could feel his hardened member straining against his shorts. I reminded myself that he'd just had his cock plunged deep inside that pregnant lady. Suddenly, I wondered what she tasted like. It's not like I went around tasting the flavor of every woman I came across, but I wanted to know.

  I dropped to my knees and pulled down his shorts, revealing a massive, twitching cock. It sprung out of its confines, nearly hitting me in the face. "Looks like he's ready to go," I said, licking my ruby-red lips.

  "He's always ready!"

  I could see the pregnant girl's pussy juice glistening off his cock and it made me very wet and very curious. What did it taste like? I slyly sniffed it and found the aroma of her scent intoxicating. No wonder he wanted to knock her up.

  "Oh God!" He cried out as he felt my hot breath on his raging hard-on. "For God's sake, suck it lady!"

  "Take off your shirt," I instructed him. He complied, then I ran my fingers all over his chest, drinking in his youthfulness. "You're nineteen, right?" I didn't want to get into any kind of trouble here.

  He nodded with a pained expression on his face. "Birthday was last month. Do you need to see ID?"

  "No," I said, shaking my head. "Your huge cock is ID enough for me." Slowly, seductively, I lowered my lips down upon his curved meat. I descended all the way down his organ without letting my lips touch his skin.

  "Gah! Suck it, woman!"

  "On one condition," I said as pussy juice gushed from between my legs.

  "What? Anything!" He cried out as I pulled my mouth off his massive cock all without touching it.

  "Impregnate me."

  "What?"

  "You heard me. You told that pregnant woman that you'd impregnate her if she wasn't already knocked up." I pulled the ace card out.

  "You were listening?"

  "Don't try to deflect," I said sternly, looking him in the eye. "I want your baby and you're going to give it to me."

  "But that's just fun talk. I've never seen her before and that's not my baby." He talked fast as sweat poured down his face.

  "You have two choices," I said, smiling sweetly. "Either fulfill my desires or I go to the cops and bust this place wide open. Your call."

  "Jeez. Okay, okay. If it's a baby you want, I'll give it to you. No need to bring the po-po in here."

  "Good," I said as I again descended all the way down his cock and slowly, very slowly sealed my lips against his hot flesh.

  "Wow! That's hot!" He said as my lips burned his shaft.

  He was right about that. I tasted the pregnant woman's cum and devoured his cock. I gave him the best blow-job of his entire life. After all, us milfs have been around the block a time or two.

  "Stop," he said, pushing my head away. It was clear that he was just about to cum and I wanted all that sticky, gooey love juice jettisoned up inside my fertile cunt. Not down my throat; although that wouldn't be so bad, either.

  I stood. "I want you to give me a full-body massage," I smirked, "and save the best for last."

  "Sure," he said, grabbing the oil and towels.

  "Let's dispense with the towels, shall we?" I winked at him. "I just want a nice, relaxing massage, after which I want you to do to me what you did to the blonde before me."

  "You're the boss, boss." He said as he warmed up the oil and laid me on the table.

  "What about these?" I pointed to my leaky breasts. "Like a pregnant woman, I'm not going to be able to fit."

  I watched in awe as he jiggered something with the massage table and two holes, perfectly placed, appeared. "Ta da!"

  "Wow! You guys think of everything." I watched him move around the room with his cock at full erection. It was going to be interesting to see how he dealt with that. Just as I laid down, he brought out two milk pails and centered them under my leaky breasts.

  "Fill 'er up!" he said, laughing.

  I watched, fascinated as a droplet of milk fell into the empty pail, followed by another and another. I laid my head on the rest, my breasts comfortable inside the make-shift holes, and closed my eyes.

  He started with my neck and worked his way down. His hands felt so strong, yet gentle. The more he touched me, the more I relaxed. My breath slowed and I concentrated on his hands. They were quick and sure, never lingering for too long. I started to get wet again as my thoughts turned to the naughtiness of what we were doing.

  My husband would kill me if he found out. What was I doing getting knocked up with some strange man's baby, anyway? I felt my inner heat rise, especially as he worked his magic down my legs. His hands grew ever so close, but they never touched it. I longed for him to just "accidentally" brush up against my pussy.

  Please, I moaned silently as I began slightly humping the table. My swollen breasts leaked contentedly into the bucket, each droplet releasing the tightness in my chest. I could've expressed them, but I didn't want to move my arms.

  His smooth hands caused my body to tremble and my pulse to quicken. He touched all the right places, leaving no stone unturned. As my horniness grew, my milk jugs began dribbling their milk faster.

  I screamed from a mixture of arousal and fear when he reached down and gently touched my breasts. He began slightly kneading them, causing my mother's milk to spray its liquid gold faster. I moaned out loud as he caressed and gently squeezed my milk-laden breasts.

  "Please don't stop," I said as I felt his strong, nineteen-year-old hands handle my boobs in ways that no man had ever done before. I nearly cried when I felt his lips brush aga
inst my nipple. I felt a very powerful orgasm shoot through my body just as he wrapped his mouth around my engorged, hardened tit.

  I bucked my hips and writhed around on the table - as much as I could with his lips firmly clamped to my nipple. At first, I thought he'd spit the milk out, but he didn't. He'd suck, get a mouthful of my sweet mother's milk and then swallow it. After a few minutes, he started greedily drinking it down.

  "Fuck that's hot!" I said as I looked down through the hole and watched him. He switched to the other breast and began drinking milk from that. He sucked it down like a dying man. I couldn't believe how erotic it was.

  "Lap it up!" He commanded as he brought one of the milk pails on top of the massage table. "Drink your own mother's milk, slut!"

  I didn't like being called a slut, but I was far too horny to care right then. Without hesitation, I dipped my head forward into the pail and began lapping up my own breast juice. Out of the corner of my eyes I watched him jerk himself to my milk-drinking.

  He leaned forward and squeezed a bunch of breast milk into his mouth and then locked his lips to mine. I was about to ask him what he was doing when I felt him squirt my own mother's essence into my mouth. I swished it around and pushed it back to him. We did this several times before he indicated that he wanted me to swallow it, which I did.

  "Oh God, that was hot!" I said, licking the stray droplets of milk off my lips. He took the milk pail away and laid me on my back where he proceeded to give me a full, frontal massage. I don't know how he was able to keep his hard-on for as long as he did; that must've been torture. Every time he drew close enough, I reached out for it and stroked it for him.

  I watched him ravish my body with his youthful eyes. I often caught his gaze lingering at my breast. A stray droplet of milk appeared on top of the hill and slowly made its way down the sides of my curved, supple breast. He watched the whole thing, fascinated. He must be into pregnant and lactating women, I thought as his hard cock flexed in my hand.

  I parted my legs open when he began working my inner thighs and smiled when I saw the look on his face when he caught a glimpse of my wetness.