40-Pack Hucow/Milking MEGA-ULTRABUNDLE!

by Bessie Hucow

  "Wow, you're wetter than this oil."

  I smiled. "Smell it."

  He did. I felt his stubbly cheek press against my thighs as he brought his nose to my folds. God, I couldn't believe that I was actually letting a stranger smell my married pussy. This was so wrong!

  "That smells delicious! Almost as good as bacon and eggs." He closed his eyes and savored the rich aroma of my fertile, horny pussy.

  I opened my legs farther and parted my folds with my fingers and beckoned to him. "Taste it. Lick it. Rub it with your tongue."

  He repositioned himself and gently stuck out his tongue and began caressing my slick folds. When he landed on my clit, I moaned and bucked my hips up, mashing his face into my married pussy. He held on for dear life as I moaned and writhed around on the table under his expert ministrations. He'd definitely had practice as he brought me to the edge of orgasm over and over again, pushing me off the cliff each time.

  By the time the tenth orgasm hit me, I was ready to take his baby right then and there. And by the looks of his throbbing, hungry cock, he was ready to give it to me.

  "Take me!" I cried. "Put a baby in my fertile, married womb!" I needed him so bad, I couldn't stand it. He was the perfect man for the job.

  "Take off your ring," he said as he poised his cock at my ravenous entrance.

  "What? I can't do that. It hasn't been off my finger in fifteen years," I protested.

  He shook his head. "I don't care. When I fuck you, you're mine. I want you to keep that ring off your finger the entire time you have my baby in you. For the next nine months, I own you."

  I looked at him as though he'd grown three heads. Was he serious? Could I just forget about my marriage vows like that?

  "Further, you are forbidden to have sexual relations with anyone else while pregnant. You will come to me for all your needs."

  I stared at him, aghast at his words. "What gives you the authority to demand such things?"

  "Because," he said as he pressed his large cock slowly between my super-slick lips, "I am the father of your baby. You carry my seed. You do as I say."

  I tried to find an argument against his logic, but found that I couldn't - or, more aptly, wouldn't. I just wanted to feel his thick, long shaft inside my aching, needy cunt.

  Reluctantly, I did as he asked and put my ring on a nearby table.

  "Good," he said sternly. "Now, for the next nine months, you're mine. When I say jump, you don't ask 'how high,' you just fucking jump."

  Wow, what bee had gotten up in his bonnet? I nodded my head in agreement. This was going to be a problem, but I thought I could stave off my husband for nine months. Maybe I'd have to buy him a Fleshlight or something to keep him busy.

  "I agree. Now shut up and stick your big dick in and put a baby in me!" I shouted as his cock hovered just at my entrance. I remembered being on the other side of the door and suddenly wondered if someone wasn't listening to my shouting. That was an amusingly ironic thought.

  Mark pinned my arms up over my head and held them there as he drove his huge cock into my fertile pussy. My breasts sprayed freely, drenching both of us. I needed him so bad that I could taste it. I had never once cheated on my husband in the fifteen years we'd been married, but this was an opportunity that I just couldn't pass up.

  His cock felt so large inside me. I felt stuffed, like a turkey at Thanksgiving. He plunged hard and fast into my married cunt, pushing in and out with youthful vigor.

  I marveled at his rippling muscles which strained with the effort. I felt so helpless and weak with my arms pinned. I felt vulnerable. I tried to wrap my mind around the fact that I was going to be carrying another man's baby. How was I going to look my husband in the eye? I knew I'd feel guilty when I had to spurn his advances.

  "You're nothing but a two-timing slut!" he said as he drove in me and slapped me across the face. "You should be ashamed of yourself taking another man's seed." Again he slapped. It stung and I couldn't even rub it. Tears welled up in my eyes as his words struck me harder than the blow. I was a slut, wasn't I?

  "Say it!" He demanded.

  I wanted to argue that I didn't know what he was talking about, but I did. I knew exactly what he was talking about. "I'm a slut!"

  He kissed me roughly on the lips. Gone was the nice, young man, and in his place was a cold man who dominated his women and did to them what he pleased.

  "Who's in charge?"

  "You are!" I said breathlessly as I felt his driving cock in and out of my ovulating womb.

  "Good, never forget that." He laid fully on top of me, pinning me completely to the massage table as he pounded his hips faster and faster until he pushed as deep as he could, his body rigid.

  "Cum in me! I'm your submissive, married slut! I do as you command!" I whispered in his ear, urging him on.

  "Uhhhh!" He cried as his shaft swelled.

  "Knock me up with your dominant seed! Make me yours!" My pussy walls clenched tightly around his expanding shaft as the most violent, powerful orgasm ripped through my body. Everything that I was doing, I knew was wrong, yet I was powerless to stop it.

  His cock finally released its potent, dominant cum into my fertile belly. I knew that within moments I would be pregnant with another man's baby.

  The thought lifted me into the stratosphere and I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him deeper into me as spurt after sticky, ropey spurt pelted my submissive, fertile womb, coating it with his dominant man-juice.

  I couldn't believe I'd done it! I was actually pregnant with another man's seed. God, it felt so naughty. I smiled as he handed me my dry shirt and I tucked my ring into my purse for safe-keeping. I'd tell my husband that I lost it or something.

  "That was wonderful," I smiled and kissed him on the lips. Gone was the dominant, alpha male, replaced by Mr. Nice Guy.

  On my way out, I passed the pregnant blonde and waved. "I love your pussy taste!" I said as I practically skipped out the door. I did, too.

  Knocking up the Librarian

  Nikita Storm

  My God, I couldn't believe how absolutely beautiful she was. The new Librarian, Donna - her name-tag read - was an older MILF and boy was she hot! Every inch of her tall, curvaceous body was charged with sexual heat and desire. Or maybe that was just me. Her large, ponderous breasts and wide, fertile hips drove me absolutely wild with desire every time I saw her. Which, as a college student, was as often as I possibly could.

  I always sat in the same corner where I could peer over my laptop and just stare at her gorgeous, tanned face. Sometimes her blue eyes would catch mine and she'd smile at me. That would send my heart beating so fast I thought I would die. Inevitably, I'd have to relieve myself sexually in the restroom or be driven crazy.

  Donna knew me by name, but I was far too shy to strike up any kind of meaningful conversation with her. I mean, I was just a poor college student just trying to squeak by and she was an older - probably late thirties, if I had to guess - wife and mother. There was nothing I had that could possibly interest her. Absolutely nothing.

  Days and weeks passed with us exchanging glances across the library. Nothing was said, but I swear that the more often she saw me, the more her smile brightened. She was the epitome of sexiness. Long, brown hair, blue eyes, a nice rack - you know, the whole deal. And she always wore a miniskirt that showed off her long, slender legs.

  "Hello, Johnny," I heard her whisper in my ear from behind one day. "Whatcha writing?"

  Oh my God, I couldn't believe it! I had just finished my college work and had started on my...ahem...personal story. It wasn't anything special - really. It was just a fantasy that I was banging out - no pun intended - about her and I.

  "Oh, I uh..." I quickly closed out of the story and brought up my schoolwork. "I was just finishing up my essay."

  "Really?" she whispered softly in my ear, tickling it and causing my cock to grow rock hard. "That's not what I saw. Unless you're doing an essay on my body."

  I gulped hard an
d said nothing. There was nothing I could say. I'd been caught with my hand in the cookie jar.

  "Would you like to?" she purred.

  "Like to what?" I squeaked and closed the lid of my laptop.

  "Do an essay on my body?" Her tongue flicked out onto my ear.

  "I have to get to class now!" I said as I grabbed my laptop, stuffed it into my backpack and raced out of the library, my heart pounding wickedly in my chest. I pedaled my bike as fast as I could back to my apartment.

  Shit! I thought as I sat down on my couch. Talk about a missed opportunity!

  Fuck, fuck, fuck! I stamped around the living-room for the next half-hour, kicking myself in the balls for my cock-up. Johnny boy! She was coming on to you. She wanted you. Why? Who the fuck cares why. If you hadn't been such a dumb-ass, you could've had her in bed by now. At the same time my hot-pocket dinged in the microwave, a bell went off in my head.

  It's not too late! I quickly scarfed down the food without tasting it, jumped in the shower and readied myself for my date. Hopefully I didn't scare her away. I knew what time she got off every night as that was when I usually left the library. I looked at my watch. Good, just enough time to get there before she leaves.

  *****

  "Johnny!" Donna beamed when she left the building and saw me standing there. "I thought you had class or something?" She was smiling mischievously and I knew that it was still on.

  "Well, uh..." I looked down at the leaves on the ground - don't fuck up now John-boy. "I thought you might like some company."

  She shrugged. "Sure, I was just going to stop off and get some fast food. The hubby's away on business and the kids are at a sleepover and I really don't feel like cooking. You're welcome to join me." Her voice lowered and became husky, "I get awfully lonely when Tom's not around."

  "Your husband?" I inquired, walking her to her truck. I threw my bike in the back and slid in the passenger seat. I was as fucking nervous as a cat. Was I really going home with my fantasy lover? Really?

  She nodded. "Whenever he goes away on a business trip I get so incredibly..." She blushed, but finished anyway. "Horny." She turned to me and we both laughed. "That didn't sound right, did it?"

  "No, I think it sounded just fine." Well, at least my cock did.

  "So, tell me a little bit about yourself, Johnny," she applied some make-up, then cranked the engine to life and backed out of the parking space.

  I shrugged. "What's there to tell? I'm just your average college student trying to get ahead in the world."

  "Major?"

  "Creative writing," I said, remembering back to the scene earlier today.

  She paused for a moment as she pulled out of the parking lot. "I read some of what you wrote, today, Johnny. Was that part of your assignment?" Her eyes locked onto mine and I nearly had a heart attack. If I hadn't been locked inside a fast-moving vehicle I probably would've taken off again.

  "No ma'am," I gulped.

  "You don't have to call me ma'am. Donna's fine." She paused for a few moments before turning into the fast-food drive thru. "That sure was some creative writing you had there, Johnny."

  Oh God, she was pressing. I didn't really know how to answer her, but my dick was as hard as steel. "Yeah, it was," I admitted.

  "Do you write naughty stories like that about all the girls you come across? Or just me." The drive-thru lady was waiting to take her order, but she was staring straight at me with her hungry blue eyes.

  "I...uh...I..." I stammered.

  "That's okay, Johnny, we'll talk about this some more later." She ordered her food and we drove to her house in silence.

  I really don't know what I was expecting when we drove up to her house. It was a very nice, middle-class home and all that, but inside it looked like a fucking palace. Or, maybe I was just used to the cramped quarters of my tiny apartment. I couldn't imagine how much something like this would go for.

  "Have a seat, Johnny. I'm just going to make myself a bit more...comfortable."

  I sat down on her plush sofa as my heart hammered in my chest. What on earth was I doing in this hot MILF's home? Was I crazy? Maybe I was just setting myself up for a huge crash.

  Or...my thoughts trailed off as I saw her come back into the room a completely different woman. She was wearing a tiny tank-top that hid exactly nothing, ripped jean-shorts and sandals. I stared at her breathlessly as she sat down next to me.

  "Does this give you any inspiration for your next story about me?" She giggled.

  I looked up into her eyes and saw a sexy playfulness that I'd never seen from her - or anyone - before.

  "You wrote some really naughty things about me, Johnny..." she smiled as she took my hand in hers. "I think it's time you tell me exactly how you feel."

  I stared at her with slack jaws and wide eyes. I thought she was beautiful before, but my God, she'd became a creature of pure fantasy now. With her knotted-up tank-top, I could see half her fucking breasts as they peeked over the top of her shirt. I could see enough of them to know that they weren't fake - they were real.

  "I know it can be hard to talk about your feelings sometimes..." she rubbed her soft hands on mine, moving up my arms. "But I think before we go any further, you should tell me exactly what you want to do to me."

  Was this real? Was I really having this conversation with the library MILF? The safety of the library seemed far away at the moment.

  She leaned closer to me, her lips inches from mine. "Do you want to kiss me?" I could feel her warm breath on my face and I swear I could smell her sexual heat coming from her mouth. I closed my eyes, gulped and nodded. Then I felt the most exquisite sensation I could ever hope to feel. Her soft, sensual lips brushed slightly against mine.

  "I do, too," she moaned softly as she pressed her ruby-red painted lips into my mouth. I'd never kissed a girl before and wasn't quite sure how to react. But then I felt her arms wrap around me as she pulled me to her bosom and held me close to her body. That was when I had my very first kiss.

  Kissing her was like letting a trapped tiger out of its cage. Within moments her hands were all over me and my shirt was quickly lifted up, revealing my muscle-bound chest. I guess all those crunches and workouts I did finally paid off. Her cool fingers rubbed across every inch of my body.

  "Do you fantasize about my breasts?" she whispered huskily into my ear as she snaked her tongue downward into my canal.

  "Yes!" I groaned as chills raced through my body.

  "Do you know how many times I caught you staring at me?"

  I shook my head.

  "Every time I caught you, I envisioned you seeing through my blouse and ogling my breasts. Did you know that?" She kissed the side of my neck and worked her way down to my chest.

  "No," I admitted. So this hadn't been a one-sided lust.

  "Yeah," she moaned as she gently sucked on my nipple. "I'd watch you when you weren't watching me and I'd sit there and get wet."

  "Really?" I said as she squeezed my muscles, playing with them.

  "Yeah, my husband thinks that I was fantasizing about him. But really I was thinking about you." She kissed me hot on the mouth again before pulling away. "You have no idea how wet I get for you."

  Hearing her talk about herself like this had made me so fucking horny that I couldn't think straight. However, I didn't know what to do about it. She sensed this and gently guided my hand to the knot in her shirt.

  "It got to the point that I'd picture I was fucking you instead of my husband."

  I fumbled with the knot in her shirt, but soon her large mammaries tumbled into view. "Holy shit!" I said upon seeing how big they really were. "Where were you hiding these?" I needed no prompting to begin caressing them. They were so soft and light - it was like I was stroking a pillow.

  "Go gentle..." she threw back her head and moaned. "I'm fertile."

  It took me a few minutes to register what she had just said. "You're what?" I leaned down and pressed my face into her soft pillows. I could lie here all
day!

  "Yeah, it's a shame. My husband left right as I began ovulating. We were going to try for one last baby before I get too old." She sniffled and got a far away look in her eyes. I brought her back to the here and now when my greedily lips stumbled upon her fat, sensitive nipple.

  "It's..." I struggled with the words. "It's not too late."

  She thought about my words for a moment as I suckled contentedly on her nipples. "My husband's not here..." she said softly.

  "No," I looked up into her blue eyes, "But I am."

  "Oh Johnny..." she cradled my head against her breasts as she stroked my hair with her fingers. I continued to lick and suck on her boobs until I felt her fingers make their way down into my shorts and grab ahold of my cock.

  "My word!" she said as her eyes lit up. "I didn't realize you were so nicely endowed. I wonder what something that big feels like inside me?"

  Her talking like that nearly caused me to cum in her hands right then and there. As she stroked my cock in my shorts, I began roving my hands all over her body. First I caressed her bare legs. They were well-toned for a gal her age and they felt very soft and pleasant to the touch. I worked my way down her shapely thighs to her calves and then her feet.

  "Ooh, would you be a dear and rub my aching feet. I've been walking on them all day long!"

  How on earth could she have known that I had a massive foot fetish? Wow, this was fucking unbelievable. I quickly knelt down on the plush carpet in front of her and delicately slipped off her sandals. I looked up at her and she smiled as she parted her legs, allowing me a great view of her pussy - except that her jean shorts were in the way.

  "Oh, how thoughtless of me," she chided herself and stood, shucking off her shorts, revealing her very pink and very wet panties.

  I took one of her small, cute feet in my hands and couldn't believe my luck. I pressed my nose to her foot and inhaled her sweet, fertile woman scent. Then I began massaging her arches and toes as she laid back and relaxed. I watched as the wet spot on her panties grew. I didn't know how much more of this teasing I could take. That was when I made my move.