40-Pack Hucow/Milking MEGA-ULTRABUNDLE!

by Bessie Hucow

  As I was in the bathroom getting ready to clean myself off, the door opened and my heart stopped. It was Lee. Oh God, what would she say if she saw her husband's cum running down my legs? Then again, maybe she'd congratulate me on a job well done. I decided to be truthful with her. I was horny for a man's cock, his was right there and then he came in me. She understood and even offered to help clean it up for me.

  Shrugging, I handed her a wet rag and spread my cream-filled legs on the edge of the bathtub. I thought she was going to wipe me down with the rag, but to my surprise, she didn't.

  "Lee! What are you doing?" I asked as I watched in surprise as she stuck out her tongue and tasted her husband.

  "Cleaning you, what does it look like?" She smiled devilishly.

  Was she really going to lick all of her husband's cum out of my pussy? A mini-orgasm shot through me when I thought about that. That was actually quite hot.

  "He tastes pretty good," she said, smacking her lips, then looked up at me apologetically. "I've never tasted his semen before. I guess I'm going to have to start."

  I shrugged. If the wife of the man who just impregnated me wanted to lick his cum out of my quim, who was I to argue? After all, they were the ones with the purse strings. I watched as she licked out long, thick, gooey strands of her husband's potent seed and swallowed, licking her lips as though she wanted more.

  Each time she dived back down into my treasure box, she came up with another stringy gob and I wondered just how much cum he'd drilled in me. My God, the guy had the emissions of a horse! To my surprise, when she was through drinking all her husband's naughty cum from my pussy, she began gently licking all around my folds. I thought maybe she was just getting the last remnants of his semen off me, but that's not what she was doing at all.

  She masturbated herself as she licked and tickled my clit, bringing both of us to orgasm at the same time. This had honestly been the hottest night of my life.

  *****

  The next morning at the breakfast table was a bit awkward. Lee and I kept exchanging knowing glances and it was hard to look Carl in the eye, knowing that I went against his wishes and impregnated myself with his seed earlier than he wanted. But a horny girl's got to do what a horny girl's got to do.

  "Why not use Peggy's milk, dear?" Lee suggested when Carl was about to pour milk on his cereal. "After all, she's got two breastfull's of it and I'm sure she'd be more than delighted to offer it to you." She turned to me. "Right, Peg?"

  I nodded and took off my shirt and bra when he set the bowl down in front of me.

  I was about to start expressing my full, leaky breasts into his cereal when his wife spoke up, "why don't you let him do it, dear. I'm sure he'd love to." I hadn't thought of that, but I moved my hands away to make room for his.

  He came up behind me with a huge smile on his face and placed his warm hands directly on my full, aching breasts and began to squeeze, directing the wayward streams into the cereal bowl. Much of the milk sprayed all over the table, but no one seemed to mind.

  It actually took a couple of minutes for him to fill the bowl with my mother's milk. I could tell, however, that he didn't want to stop milking me. It felt so good, that my pussy began leaking into my panties which reminded me of what happened last night. Lee caught me blushing and winked at me.

  *****

  The next few days went by routinely. I was pretty sure that I'd gotten pregnant from his cum on the first night, but no one but the doctor would be the wiser. I kept in contact with my husband over the telephone. He wanted to know all the juicy details of the goings-on. Making sure Carl wasn't around, I told him what happened the first night. I swear I heard him whip out his cock and masturbate while we were still on the phone. I had to admit that it turned me on more than I would've liked to admit. I'd never been attracted to girls before, but Lee was just so easy to get along with. I kept remembering how her tongue felt pressed against my aching clit. It was hot!

  Throughout the week, I did as he asked. I teased and tormented him unmercifully. I brushed up against him as we passed, put my fertile cum-scented finger to his nose and said, "guess who?" along with many other tricks.

  One time he was relaxing in the parlor and I sat down next to him and began masturbating. I could tell that it took every ounce of willpower he had not to take me into the bedroom and knock me up right then and there. But, somehow, someway he held back. When I was through, I actually put my finger up under his nose and made him smell my horny, fertile scent. I also sprayed my milk all over him every chance I could get. Overall it was a blast.

  The last night was when he started really paying attention to me. Throughout the day he began getting a little more aggressive with me. Spanking me when I did something naughty. He also had me crawl around on all fours mooing like a cow. Lee joined me and we followed our bull around the house mooing at him. When he'd look at me, I'd spray him with my milk.

  That night, he brought me into the bedroom and I saw that he had ropes set up for me to use on my hands and feet. I still didn't like the idea of ropes, but with his wife there I wasn't as worried.

  "Take off your clothes and lay down, cow," he commanded, pointing to the bed.

  "Yes," I said as I shivered at his words and did as he asked, shimmying out of my shirt and panties.

  "You will address me only with 'moo.' You are now my fertile cow and I am your bull. Understood?"

  "Moo," I said as I nodded and put my hands and feet into the loops of the ropes. I was being punished for being such a naughty cow. Milk sprung from my fat nipples unbidden. He secured the ropes and stood back and surveyed his prize. I could tell that he was very horny and completely ready to inseminate my fertile womb.

  "Good cow. Let the dominant bull drink from your udders." He stripped and joined me on the bed where he wrapped his meaty hands around my large breasts, squeezing them roughly as he used my body for his enjoyment.

  I moaned as he played with my breasts, twisting my nipples. Even though it hurt a bit, his manly hands felt good against my soft, supple, milk-filled breasts.

  "Are you fertile, cow?" He asked before latching his lips on my tender nipple.

  "Moo!" I mooed as enthusiastically as I could.

  "Good. I'm going to inseminate you. What do you think of that?"

  "Moo?"

  "Don't talk back!" He slapped me across the face. It wasn't a hard slap by any stretch of the imagination, but it hurt nonetheless. He turned my nipple toward my face and began squirting in my direction. "Drink from your own udders," he commanded.

  I caught as much of my warm milk on my tongue as I could, reveling in my own taste. It was one of the things I enjoyed most about being pregnant - that and getting fucked by strange men in my married pussy.

  I drooled at his massive hard-on. It was apparent that it had been a few days since he'd relieved himself as his nuts seemed heavier than usual. His cock also seemed to be more sensitive. Surprisingly, he climbed on my chest and shoved his cock between my milky jugs. He loosened the ropes around my hands so I could hold my tits up for him.

  His face contorted with perverse pleasure as he pumped his massive dick up and down through the folds of my pillowy breasts. Each time he got close, I stuck my tongue out and moved my head forward, licking his cock. He'd hold it there longer and longer each time, letting me suck his fat dick in my mouth. I felt like such a used whore!

  When he was finished with my breasts, he tied my hands back up and began licking my pussy. Oh God! His hot tongue lashed my sensitive, swollen clit over and over as my hips bucked into his head, as I tried to get his face into my cunt. He must've given me three or four orgasms and I could do nothing. He could've gone on for an hour and I wouldn't have been able to stop him. Not with my hands tied up. I felt so weak and helpless.

  Soon, he laid on top of me with his dick poised dominantly at my quivering womb. I cried out, mooing for him to put it in me, but he didn't. He just lightly touched my aching, needy pussy lips, coating his cock with
my slick juices. Time stood still as he toyed with me. He knew I needed him. He knew I needed his big, fat cock plowed into my fertile womb. I wanted to carry his baby.

  "Fuck me!" I cried, not able to stand it any longer. "Knock my fertile womb up! Dump your dominant cum in me! Moo!" I added for good effect.

  With one hard shove, he thrust his dominant meat-stick deep into my fertile cunt. There was no doubt who was in charge. I felt his massive dick spear my pussy, impaling me to the bed. He grunted in satisfaction as his tip felt for and found my cervix. It was wide open for him and he pushed inside as though he owned me. Which, once I was knocked up with his baby, he would. With his seed percolating inside me, he would effectively own me. His essence, as it grew, would dictate my actions all throughout my pregnancy. I would be his.

  At the thought of being owned by another man, I began cumming. I mooed and mooed as it felt like my pussy was on fire. He began tickling my feet as he moved in and out of my flooded cave. I laughed and laughed as he tickled both feet unmercifully.

  "You like being dominated by your bull, don't you?" He teased.

  I nodded vigorously and mooed.

  "Good answer," he said as sweat began pouring off his face. He pushed in and out of my inflamed pussy faster and faster until I was delirious with lust.

  "I need your cum in me. Impregnate your cow!" I cried out. Suddenly he stopped moving as he slammed into me as far as he could go. His cock was shoved deep into my cervix and I felt completely filled. In slow motion I felt his cock swell until I thought it was going to explode. Which it did a few seconds later.

  I'd never heard a man grunt so loudly as he did when he began spurting his potent, dominant seed into my fertile, unprotected, ovulating cervix. Shot after shot filled my waiting womb. There was no doubt that he'd been saving up for awhile as his cum flooded my poor pussy. When he was finished pumping into me he instructed me not to let any escape and to keep as much of it inside me as I could.

  I loved knowing that I was carrying another man's baby inside my womb and I went out of my way to remind my husband of that fact every time I could. I'd now had two babies with two different men and neither of them were from him. It was only teasing, but he finally called dibs on the next baby.

  I told him that we'll see about that.through her purse and brought out her ID. "See."

  I studied the card closely, knowing how easy it was to fake. "According to this, you're nine-teen." I scrutinized her body, realizing for the first time how utterly gorgeous she was.

  Suzie nodded and smiled, her whole face lighting up.

  My heart raced in my chest as I thought about the predicament. "You sure don't look it," I said as I swung open the door and invited her in.

  She was barely five-feet tall, had long, carefully braided dark hair, couldn't have weighed more than a hundred pounds soaking wet and had a very cute, pixie-like face. The only thing that didn't match her petite frame was her large breasts. I couldn't help but stare at them as I realized that she was lactating. If there was one thing in the world that turned me on, it was lactating ladies.

  "Uh...sir?" she stopped at the entrance and looked up at me, confusion written all over her.

  "Oh," I said red-faced, realizing that she had caught me staring at her delectable breasts. "I was just uh..." I stepped aside, trying to save face, "measuring your..." oh boy, this was going from bad to worse, "uh capabilities!" I blurted out.

  She shook her head and entered. I looked around to see if anyone had caught our exchange and then closed the door behind her. My palms were sweaty and my dick was rock-hard. The last thing I needed was to be attracted to my wife's wet-nurse. That would just overly-complicate things.

  I was so lost in my own perverse thoughts that when I turned around, I nearly bumped into her. "Oh, sorry..." I put my hands up to stop my forward momentum and they landed right directly on her breasts. Yeah, it was one of those days.

  "Uh...sir?" she looked up at me with innocent blue eyes.

  "Sorry," I said, removing my hands from her large, pillowy breasts, "I'm just being a klutz today." I took a deep breath and indicated toward the living room. "Why don't we have a seat and see about your qualifications, shall we?"

  "I think you've already seen my qualifications," she smiled and walked to the living room.

  "Ha, ha, very funny." Oh God, how am I going to look my wife in the eye now that I've just felt up her wet-nurse? Try as I might, I just couldn't get my mind off her breasts.

  My dick throbbed urgently in my pants as I recalled how her jugs felt in my hands. I had never touched another woman besides my wife - and even that was only occasionally. I worked from home and I wasn't sure that I would be able to get anything done with this little tart running around with her milky, leaky breasts to distract me.

  A moment later (after I had straightened my cock a bit), I joined her on the couch. I began interviewing her with simple questions such as her name and date of birth and all that. It wasn't the facts I was looking for, it was the way she answered them and how she spoke that mattered. Subconsciously, I began to daydream about her milky breasts.

  "So," I said, skipping most of the questions, "how long have you been lactating?" It was hard to maintain a straight face talking about her breasts. This sounded a lot like what I imagined girl talk to be. Except less formal.

  "A few months..." she suddenly looked down, a tear forming at the corner of her eyes.

  "Wanna talk about it?" I asked, putting down the clipboard.

  She wiped the tear away and looked up at me with swollen, red eyes, "it's just that I lost my baby and I was so looking forward to nursing for the first time."

  I moved by her side and put my arms around her, consoling her. The heat from her body nearly drove me insane. I could smell her womanly odors and my cock suddenly strained to be released from its confines.

  "Well, I'm sure Jessica will just love your milk."

  Her eyes widened as a smile crossed her face, "you mean I've got the job?"

  I nodded. "Don't think of it as a job, think of it as a calling."

  "Yay!" she hugged me and kissed me on the cheek. For the second time that day I felt her heavy breasts as they brushed up against my chest.

  That was when I noticed the wetness. "Uh, it looks like you've sprung a leak," I pointed to her rapidly staining shirt.

  "Yeah, it must've been when you bumped into them. They tend to do that at the slightest provocation. Especially if I haven't expressed them in a while," she explained.

  I jolted at that memory and tried to scrutinize her tone for any hint of displeasure, but couldn't detect any.

  "Listen," she said, standing and looking around. "I need to express them. Where's your ladies room?"

  The thought of her breasts hanging free over my sink was almost more than I could bear. God help me I actually began to shake.

  "Are you all right?" she asked, a concerned look on her face.

  "Yeah, I think I just need to lie down," I said. "The restroom is right before you get to the stairs."

  "Thank you again, Mr. Bernard. I won't let you down."

  I shook her small, tiny hand and stared lasciviously at the growing stain from her leaky breasts. I watched her breasts sway as she dashed to the restroom to take care of her needs. I was seriously contemplating taking care of my own as soon as she was out of sight.

  I stilled my trembling hands with some whiskey and tried to tell myself that I was a married man who shouldn't be having these types of thoughts with my wife's new employee. After all, she was going to be nursing our child.

  I let my cock out of my pants, watching it comically as it bobbed and swayed in the open air. This girl had me hornier than I had ever been - even when I was going out with my wife.

  My big dick stiffened in my hand as I pictured her breasts falling free from their confines. Perhaps I'd walk in on her as she prepared to nurse and she would push out her engorged breasts for my viewing pleasure. What did her nipples look like?

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bsp; "Mr. Bernard? Can you come help me for a moment?" she called out to me.

  My body stiffened and my hand froze around my cock. Did she know what I was doing? Nah, she was in the restroom. Quickly I set my drink down and stuffed my aching member back into my pants and came over to see what she needed.

  "Good, you're here," she said, sounding distressed.

  "What do you need?" I asked as she opened the door. Blood rushed from my head as I realized that she had completely taken off her shirt and was standing before the sink with nothing but a flimsy, wet, see-through bra.

  "Could you help me unhook this? I seem to be having trouble reaching around. Yesterday I hurt my arm." she turned her back to me and I was dumbfounded. My mind whirled - was I going to be able to see her breasts? Or would she be a prude like my wife and keep them hidden?

  My hands began shaking again as I slowly reached out to her clasp, nearly ripping her bra off.

  "You don't need to fear my breasts, Mr. Bernard," she said softly, smiling back at me in the mirror. "I'm sure you've seen plenty in your time."

  "Perhaps, but none as lovely as yours," I responded without thinking. Did I just say that? Holy shit!

  I could see her eyes widen in the mirror when I said those words. When I was finally able to release the catch, I turned around to hurry out of the room.

  "Don't be so quick to take off," she turned around and slowly began to let the clingy bra fall from her large, milk-filled breasts.

  "Huh?" I said stupidly, staring at them.

  "I mean, consider this a demonstration of my...capabilities," she grinned as she started to let the bra fall to the floor. "Isn't that what you were looking for?"

  I watched, dumbfounded as her silky boob covering slowly slid down her milk-heavy mammaries. They were taking too long and I must've looked like a fool staring at them like a teenager.

  I stood there, transfixed by their beauty, as the wisp of clothing that had been covering them gently fell to the floor.

  They were so perfectly round and I wanted nothing more than to to reach out and touch them. I couldn't believe I was doing this! In slow motion, a drop of milk formed at the tip of one of her large nipples, swelled with milky splendor and then dripped casually to the floor. A almost lost it then.