by Bessie Hucow
"You like?" she asked huskily and propped her heavy breasts up with her forearms. Her smile reminded me of a pixie. "Now that I work for you, you can have them any time you desire. Want to sample the wares?" She indicated to one of her breasts as she pressed the side of her palm softly against it.
Milk sprayed in all directions and continued squirting when she pulled her hand away. I looked in her eyes and she smiled and nodded. That was all the invitation I needed as I began tenderly kneading and squeezing her milky boobs. Her lactating breasts were so firm, yet pliable.
"It's been hours since I've expressed myself," she lamented as she leaned her head back and moaned. "I need a real man to help me."
I quickly stepped out of my pants and let my massive cock free from its confines as she pushed and squeezed the hot milk from her lactating orbs. She sprayed it on my face, chest, dick, anywhere she could. The mirror and sink were completely covered in a thin film of mother's milk.
I had never seen so much milk outside of a cow before and my cock soared to the stars. Knowing that this hot little number was going to be living with us nearly sent me over the edge.
"Suck them," she commanded. "Suck my milky funbags!"
I leaned over and wrapped one of her tits in my mouth, causing her to cry out in pleasure.
I had never before tasted mother's milk as my wife didn't want to have anything to do with nursing a child. I quickly found out that it was one of the best tasting substances on earth.
The sweet, warm liquid ran down my throat and I found myself desiring more of her milk. Until now, I had never been interested in having an affair outside my marriage. But there was just something about Suzie and her leaky breasts that really floated my boat.
While I suckled on one of her teats, she used her small hands to milk her other soft, pillowy breast, spraying hot milk all over the place. As I moved to her other side, she reached her small dainty hand down to my engorged cock, encircling it with her dainty fingers.
Slowly, and with a smile across her face, she began to stroke it; lightly at first, but then she – with great effort – wrapped her whole hand around it and began stroking it up and down, using her milk as lubrication.
My cock nearly jumped out of its skin as it felt her warm, inexperienced hands caress it. I was already starting to get close to orgasm, but I didn't want to lose it too soon.
"Let's go to the bedroom," I suggested reluctantly, lifting her hands off my cock.
Her eyes went wide and she placed her hands over her mouth, "you want us to do this in your marriage bed? That's naughty!"
I nodded, a devious smile spreading across my face. "Unless you have a problem with that," I said.
She shook her head, her braided hair flipping back and forth. She squealed like a schoolgirl as I led her up the stairs to the master bedroom. Just having another woman inside the room felt so wrong.
I pointed at the bed and closed the door. "We've got to be real careful or my wife might find us," I said, joining her as my cock brushed up against her thigh. "When she's around, were going to have to keep a professional distance."
She nodded as her hand found my cock again and her lips brushed against mine. "How long as she gone for?"
"She's usually gone for several days at a once, but this time she's only gone for the night." I looked at my watch. "In fact, her plane should be landing at any moment."
"Oh God, this makes what were doing even hotter," she said as she peppered my face with kisses and breathed hotly in my mouth. "Have you ever done anything like this before?" She looked up at me and wrapped her dainty arms around me.
"No," I admitted as I pulled her body to mine, feeling her milky breasts press up against my chest. "I'll admit though, that makes what were doing even naughtier." I felt my pre-cum leak onto her hand, coating it with its slickness. "Tell me, little pixie, did you come here with the intention of seducing the man of the house?"
She giggled as she pushed away from me and move down to suck my cock. "No. That was the farthest thing from my mind." Her seductive lips slowly encased my steel hard shaft as a jolt of electricity went through my body. "But when I saw you staring at my breasts, I'll admit that it turned me on. I always thought that men disliked milk-engorged breasts."
"Some men might," I said between moans, "but ever since I was a boy, I had fantasized about what it would be like to suckle a woman."
With great fanfare, she took my hard phallus all the way down her throat. "Well," she smiled when she came up, "now you can relive your fantasies anytime you desire."
"Oh God!" I cried out as she sprayed milk all over my cock and balls and descended her fiery red lips down again. "As long as we don't get caught, I don't have a problem with it."
I knew she wasn't a virgin, but the way she sucked my cock told me that she was not very experienced. Of course, that did nothing but make my cock even harder. I began wondering what it would feel like inside of her tight pussy. Her exquisite lips and tongue were edging me to close to the edge and I slowly pushed her away.
"Aww," she pouted as a long string of my pre-cum clung sexily to her lips.
I lifted her up into my arms and kissed her on the mouth. "You don't want me to come in your mouth do you?"
She shook her head. She then sprayed me again with her milk and I rubbed it all over her body. For a small girl, she had a really nice, toned body and if I didn't get my cock inside of her soon, I was going to explode. She wrapped her arms and legs around me as I laid her back onto the bed.
"If you're going to put that inside of me, I have a confession to make."
I arched an eyebrow as I positioned my thick, meaty cock right at her tight entrance, moving it up and down and getting it slick with her juices. "What's that? Don't tell me you're some kind of a virgin or something," I smiled as I toyed with her clit.
She giggled again. "No, silly, it's just that I'm well..." She suddenly looked away as though she couldn't bear to say what she was thinking.
"You're what? Hot? Tight? Not really nineteen like you say you are?" I tried to guess, but apparently I was way off the mark as she shook off all of those suggestions.
"No."
"Then what?" I asked as I began to sink my needy cock into her sopping wet pussy.
"It's just that I'm ... ovulating." She looked up at me hopefully then, probably thinking that I was going to pull out of her and make her leave. But I had no such plans.
"How?" I asked her as the tip of my cock threatened to split her tight pussy lips. I wasn't sure that I could hold out much longer. I needed to have my cock buried deep within her.
She shrugged. "I really don't know. My doctor says that it's rare, but it is what it is. You don't mind do you?"
Emotions tugged at my heart as I thought about her running around the house pregnant. As long as my wife didn't suspect that I was the father, it wouldn't be too much of a problem. "No," I finally said as I kissed a tear away from her face.
"I mean," she fiddled pensively with the sheet underneath her as her breasts involuntarily leaked and squirted milk, "you don't have to cum inside me if you don't want to."
"Oh honey," I took her into my arms. "I'll gladly cum in you. Do you want me to put a baby inside you?"
She nodded, sniffling. "Would you?" She eyed me hopefully.
My cock couldn't hold back any longer. "Anything for my wife's new wet nurse," I said as I plunged my raging hard-on into her tight, wet pussy.
She laughed. "It looks like I'll be nursing two babies soon!"
I felt her scalding walls contract around my cock as I plumbed her depths. Like I said, I had only ever fucked my wife before, so this was a brand new sensation. My brain was like a rocket on overload as my cock took control. Just the thought of knocking up this little lady sent me into outer space.
She lifted her petite legs up so that I could get further inside of her. I just couldn't believe that she wanted me to get her pregnant. That thought was mind-blowing.
"Ooh, I've never ha
d a man in me this far before," she moaned as she arched her back.
I could tell by the contortions on her face that she was barreling through an orgasm. Mine wasn't far behind. I nearly came when I thought about watching her walk around the house, her large, pregnant belly hanging sexily out in front of her.
If my wife had any idea what I was doing (and what I was going to be doing) with her wet-nurse, she'd take the baby and divorce my ass. That just hardened my resolve to not get caught.
I bumped up against her cervix and I was only three-quarters of the way inside. I didn't want to hurt her, so I just held it there as I stroked her hair and kissed her face.
"You really like lactating ladies, don't you?" she asked as I slowly withdrew my cock from her vice-like grip. Compared to my wife's, her pussy was the tightest hole I had ever had my dick in.
"Yeah," I said, nodding my head as I concentrated on the incredible feelings my cock was experiencing. "Veronica never let me drink her milk. She said it was disgusting and wouldn't talk to me any further about it."
"That's sad," Suzie said, hugging me to her.
We were completely covered in milk and sweat and I was pretty sure I was going to have to get these sheets in the wash before she got home or we'd both be in big trouble.
"Why did she want to get pregnant anyway?"
"Well, it's a long story, but she's an over-achiever. She saw it as a challenge to be a working mom. In other words, she wanted to have her cake and eat it too." I sighed, wondering what the kid was going to think about his missing mother.
"That's not a good foundation to build a family on," she remarked thoughtfully.
"No, it's not."
"Well, I'll be here to make sure she has a good mother."
I smiled and kissed her on the nose. "You're going to have your hands full with two babies, you know that?"
She nodded and sprayed my face with milk. "That's what I want, silly!"
I lapped up the hot milk as it slid past my lips. I couldn't believe that I was going to father a child in someone who wasn't my wife. It was exhilarating to think that my dominant man-seed was going to seek out and fertilize her ovulating egg. My cock twitched greedily at the thought.
God, not only was I cheating on my wife of five years, but I was also going to be getting the girl pregnant. And if everything goes according to plan, she wasn't going to find out - not if I could help it.
"Cum in me," she moaned as I picked up my pace. "I want you to fill my belly with your seed!"
I pounded faster and faster, feeling my balls ache with the tension. Her hungry lips met mine and for the first time I wondered how we were going to be able to keep this a secret. As I got closer, I pulled my cock-head all the way out to the tip, then plunged it back in. I caressed her milky breasts as she patted her belly, showing me what she wanted.
Suddenly, my heart dropped as I heard the car pull into the garage.
"Oh God, she's home!" I said, but I was too far gone to pull out.
Suzie nestled up to me and whispered in my ear, "come in me, honey, impregnate me! We'll deal with your wife later. Fuck me until my womb drowns in your potent sperm!"
Knowing that my wife was nearby and hearing her words of encouragement made me completely lose it. I groaned and pulled her so close to me that she could hardly breathe as my cock stiffened.
"Do it!" she whimpered. "Put a baby in me!"
I did just that as my throbbing cock swelled and finally began spurting deliciously potent ropes of hot, thick cum, bathing her belly and womb with my virile man-seed. It seemed like forever before my cock stopped twitching and pulsing.
"That was fantastic!" she smiled and untangled her legs from me. "However, I left my clothes in the downstairs restroom, so I best be getting down there as quick as possible. I suggest you get the sheets in the wash - just tell her you spilled something on them."
I kissed her one more time on her sensual lips as I withdrew my meat stick from her filled pussy. She was right, I was going to have to get this cleaned up right away. First thing's first, however. I grabbed a bottle of air freshener and sprayed it around the room. Then, I hurriedly dressed and grabbed up the clothes and took them to the washer.
She must've had trouble getting the baby out of the car as she walked in just as I started the wash.
"So," my wife kissed me on the lips, "how did the interview go?"
I hoped that she couldn't smell or taste her on me. "It went fine," I said, turning my head when Suzie came out of the restroom. "I think she'll be a perfect fit." I hoped my enthusiasm wasn't too apparent.
"Great. Tell her she can start tomorrow!"
Oh God, I couldn't wait.
The Black Man's Hucow
Nikita Storm
I'd been having a very bad day. First, I had gotten a speeding ticket on the way to work. Then, my boss called me into a meeting and told me that he was going to have to let me go. And last, but not least, it was pouring rain and I nearly got into an accident on the way home. However, as I answered my door and saw a very beautiful nineteen-year-old girl standing before me, nearly naked and soaked through to the bone, I had a feeling that my luck was about to change.
"Sir! Please, you've got to help me, sir!" She wiggled around, her hands folded across her very large chest as she tried to fight off the biting chill and rain.
"Ain't nobody call me sir," I smiled and licked my lips. "You can call me Chuck."
"Chuck, please!" she bent and crossed her knees.
"What seems to be the problem?" I asked as I ravished her stunning body.
"My car's dead, it's raining, I'm soaked and I've really got to go pee!" She looked up at me, her eyes pleading with me.
"You sayin' you want to come in, take a tinkle and get yoself dry?" I asked. Like I said, I couldn't believe my luck.
She nodded. "Please! I'll do anything! Just let me in. I won't be able to call the garage 'till tomorrow and I have no where to go."
My smile widened as I stepped aside and pointed. "Sure, the bathroom's down the hall to your right. Just leave your clothes in the tub and I'll dry them up."
"Thank you!" She hugged me and raced off to the bathroom. I closed the door and thanked my God for what I was about to receive.
I don't know how long she was in there, but I brewed us up some hot chocolate and dished us some ice-cream. I hope she likes Neapolitan. After a bit, she emerged with a tiny towel wrapped around her chest. It covered nearly nothing but if she wanted to think that it would keep her safe from the big black man, that was her right to do so.
"Hot chocolate and ice cream?" I offered, handing her the bowl and mug. I hadn't had a female visitor to my crib - is that what the cool kids are calling it nowadays - in years. Not since before my mom passed anyway.
"Thank you, Chuck - was that your name? I can't recall?" She sat down on my humble sofa and looked up at me hopefully. She was a very pretty girl. Maybe five-six or seven. Blonde hair, green eyes, nice smile. She had very long, thick legs. When I say thick, I mean volleyball player thick, not 'I ate too many chocolate bars' thick. They were a powerhouse. But there was something she was hiding - a secret or maybe something else, but I could see it in her face.
"Yes, Chuck is right. What did you say your name was again?" I inquired. Of course, she hadn't spoken her name, but that was just a formality.
"Oh, it's Jacqueline. But my friends call me Jackie."
"That's a very pretty name. Sounds French." I studied her, as there was just something about her that I couldn't quite place my finger on. Then I noticed her eyes were wet. Funny that she'd used the towel to dry every part of her body but her eyes.
"Thanks," she said, sniffling.
"Is there something you want to tell me?" I leaned closer and looked her in the eyes. "What is said in this house stays in this house. What's bugging you?"
She looked up at me and began sobbing. I moved to put my arm around her and felt her lithe body next to mine. That's when I noticed the bruises. "Oh God,
" I said, pointing to one.
"That's the time I fell down --"
"Bullshit!" I spat. "You're not clumsy, you were beat."
She began crying again. I held her close and felt her hot tears on my shirt. "Why don't you tell me the whole story?
"I'm scared," she said. I said nothing and waited for her to continue. Which she eventually did. From what I could piece together, she'd just fled from that abusive monster. The last straw was when they came and took her baby away. Now she had nothing to hold her there.
"Was he following you?" I asked, looking out the window.
"I don't think so, but he will."
"So, I take it, you need a place to hang low for a bit till the heat passes, right?"
She nodded and began crying again.
"All right," I said and saw that she looked up at me hopefully. "You can stay here. But on one condition."
"What's that?" She asked, wiping the tears from her eyes.
"This place hasn't had a woman's touch in ages. Can you spruce it up for me? I'd much appreciate it."
She smiled widely, jumped up off the couch and threw her arms around me, kissing me on the cheek and lips. "Yes! Thank you! You're my hero; my knight in shining armor!"
"Let's not get too carried away," I said. But I did enjoy her lingering kisses.
*****
As the days went past, we got into a routine. I'd wake up to the smell of fresh coffee, bacon and eggs. Already, the house had been transformed. It no longer looked like a bachelor's pad, but more like a home. I smiled as I watched her sing, dance and whistle while she worked. I also watched her large, milk-filled breasts dance and sway as she skipped around the house.
That first night had been very uncomfortable. There really was nowhere else to sleep but my queen-sized bed. She didn't have much of a problem with it; but when you're a horny, middle-aged man like me, you get used to being alone to perform certain...activities.
