33-Pack CHEATING Megabundle

by Nikita Storm

  Jessica came up behind me and whispered in my ear. "Tell him to suck your milky breasts."

  "But what if he doesn't want to?" I whispered back.

  She laughed. "You're a woman. He'll do whatever you tell him to. Try it."

  "Okay," I replied and turned back to the doctor. God his hands felt delightful. I'd never had a man touch me there before and I didn't want it to end. I ran my hands through his silver hair. "Suck them. Drink my mother's milk." I looked at Jessica who winked.

  To my surprise, he bent over and proceeded to place his lips on one of my fat nipples. I leaned my head back and moaned.

  "Feels good to have his hot lips around your milky teat, doesn't it?" she whispered in my ear. For some reason, Jessica talking dirty about her husband while he was sucking my breast caused a flash orgasm to race through me.

  Jessica decided to join in and began suckling on the other one. Oh God, I thought having one breast sucked was the bee's knees. Wow. Another orgasm wracked my body and I put my hand over my mouth as I cried out.

  Then I watched the most incredible thing. Mrs. Brown pulled her lips off my nipple and proceeded to kiss her husband, pushing my milk into his mouth. He drank it like a thirsty man in the desert. A flood of emotions shot through me and I came so hard that pussy juice dribbled down my thigh. This was smoking' hot!

  When she was finished serving him my fresh mother's milk, she bade me to kneel on the floor in front of her husband. She put my fingers on either side of his underwear and instructed me to pull down. I did so and was not prepared for what I saw. Her husband's cock was absolutely humongous! I'd watched a few porn films on-line, but nothing could've prepared me for the monster that strutted out in front of me.

  "Impressive, isn't it?" She licked her lips and gently grasped it with her hand. I nodded. "Go ahead and touch it. Feel the manly power that courses through it."

  I tentatively reached out my virgin hand and grasped his fat dick. He groaned as though I'd hurt him and I started to pull back, but Jessica grabbed my wrists.

  "It's okay," she soothed me, "he likes what you're doing. Now move your hand up and down."

  I did what she said and felt his cock grow harder under my fingers. It gave me the greatest thrill to know that I was controlling a man's power center.

  After a few strokes, Jessica took the cock from me. "Watch this closely. You're going to imitate it." She then proceeded to take his whole, entire shaft into her mouth, making it disappear into her throat. He cried out and I reached out and began rubbing his balls and butt.

  She moved her head up and down, slicking his meat-stick up with her spit. "Now you try."

  "I can't get that thing all the way down my throat." I protested.

  "That's okay," she patted me on the back, "just get it as far as you can. The important action is done with your tongue. Just be sure not to let your teeth touch it."

  Reluctantly, I lowered my head to his now-shiny cock, opened my mouth as wide as it would go and slowly descended my lips ever-so-carefully over his cock-head. The last thing I wanted to do was hurt him.

  The second my lips brushed against his cock, he jerked violently and grabbed my head, pushing me further down his enormous shaft. I wasn't prepared for it and nearly choked, but his wife reassured me that what he was doing was normal and that I should allow him to do it.

  When I had reached as far down his shaft as I could get, she then instructed me to start swirling my tongue around. I did as I was told and his whole body stiffened like he was about to erupt inside my mouth. I panicked and pulled back. I wanted him in my womb, not my belly.

  "Oh fuck!" he said as he grabbed me roughly and practically threw me on the exam table. "I'm about to cum!"

  "Be gentle, dear. She's a virgin, remember?" Jessica whispered in his ear, but loud enough for me to hear.

  "I'll try. If I don't get it in her now, it's not going to make it inside her."

  "Knock her up! Put a baby in Cathy's womb. Dominate her with your sperm!" Jessica urged her husband on as she spread my legs open for his perusal. He poised his massive dick at my entrance and I trembled as I felt the huge tip of his cock press at my slick folds."

  "Relax," she whispered in my ear as she stroked my hair, looking into my eyes. "Don't fight it. It may hurt a bit, but it's a small price to pay to get impregnated."

  I tried to relax as I let myself feel her fingers on my scalp and through my hair.

  "I'm going in!" He shouted as he thrust his fat dick into my virgin pussy. I cried out as he split my slit for the first time. I had never felt so full in all my life. Finally, he came to rest against my hymen. This was it, once he was past that, I would officially be a woman.

  "Do it, honey, push through. I'll take care of her." She quickly cupped her lips over my aching breast and squirted milk in her mouth.

  Before I had a chance to wonder what she meant by that, I felt her lips crush against mine at the same time I felt a stabbing sensation in my pussy. I tried to cry out, but her mouth covered mine as she pushed my own breast milk into my mouth, forcing me to taste my own liquid.

  It was the oddest of sensations. Pain in my vagina and milk, lips and tongue in my mouth. I concentrated on sharing my milk with her. I'd never kissed a woman before and found her lips to be soft and inviting. I really wished I could get to know the two of them better, but - alas - it wasn't meant to be.

  I looked up and saw the doctor grunting and straining, sweat pouring down his face as he moved that big dick in and out of my tight, virgin hole. I caressed his chest and felt his face, marveling at his angular jaw.

  I felt my tits being squeezed and look down to see Jessica squirting and spraying her husband gleefully. He opened his mouth to try and catch some, but most of it went all over his body, and dripped back onto mine.

  "Cum in her, honey. Spill your precious, virile seed into her fertile, ovulating womb. Knock her up in front of your wife. I give you my permission."

  I watched several emotions flit across his face as it contorted and then felt him slam his massive cock all the way inside me. I thought I was going to explode.

  "Be sure to cum at the same time he does," she whispered in my ear.

  I had been concentrating so much on everything else that I had forgotten my own orgasm. The second I thought about it, it hit me and I writhed and moaned under his power. Our orgasms collided and I dimly recall Jessica coming around to her husband and grabbing his cock. She jerked him off inside my fertile womb as I screamed with the most intense feelings I'd ever had.

  When it was all over, Jessica helped me clean myself up.

  "I've given it some thought, dear. I'd like you to move in with us. We'll support you financially, but you'll be our milk cow."

  "Milk cow?" I asked, shocked to hear those words.

  "Yes, you'll be extremely well compensated." She turned to her husband. "Doesn't that sound good to you, dear?"

  He nodded with a huge smile on his face.

  "Good, then it's settled," she said as she began to lick her husband's cum from my overflowing pussy. I came again in her mouth.

  I was going to start a new life as a milk cow.

  To be continued...

  Dominated by her Scent

  Nikita Storm

  "Honey, what's this smell?" I came up behind my wife holding her panties in my hand. My heart was beating a mile a minute and I suddenly wondered if I could go through with it?

  What was it, you ask? What was I so worried about? Let me explain. Two months ago, I met a gal on-line. Yes, yes, I know. But Becky, my wife, had been out of town on business and I was lonely.

  Anyway, Amy and I met up, had a fling and then we went about our normal, hum-drum lives. Except now I have a secret that I can't share or it will tear my family apart. Over the next couple of months, we met a few more times clandestinely.

  However, I got sick of having to make excuses to see her. I don't want to run around anymore. So, what's the problem you ask? Why don't you just let her go?
Well, that's not what I'm about. I like to find creative solutions to my problems. What's my solution?

  Glad you asked. I searched around long and hard and finally found someone who could do what I wanted. See, I want to be open about my girlfriend with my wife without her storming off to her mother's. I want a three-way with me and the two of them. I also want to knock them both up at the same time.

  Sounds like I want the world, right? Well, I've already got the girlfriend on my side. She's agreeable to those things if I can somehow pull the first one off. She's even got her bags packed and ready to move in.

  That's where the panties come in. See, I found a Gypsy on-line (I know, I know) who claims that she can get anyone to obey her will. I did some sleuthing and found that she really had some type of gift. Call it magic or whatever, but her references checked out.

  So, I contacted her and told her what I wanted. To my surprise, she didn't bat an eye (well, I wasn't there, so she may actually have). Instead, she informed me of the price and that it was only payable when everything was complete. Hot diggity dog! I thought I'd won the lottery. Of course, if everything went as planned, I was pretty much going to have to win to pay her.

  Now why don't you sit back and relax and hear it from my wife's point of view. She can tell it better than I can.

  *****

  "Honey, what's this smell?"

  "Oh, you startled me!" I said as my husband crept up behind me and pushed a pair of panties in my face. I was busy folding laundry, just thinking about our next vacation.

  I took the panties from him and wrinkled my nose. "Don't be silly, dear, they just went through the wash, there shouldn't be any smell." I had to think for a moment, but I hadn't let them sit in the wash for more than a few minutes.

  "No, seriously," he pressed, "what is that scent?"

  I could tell my husband was as nervous and fidgety as a kitten, but that was probably due to him having just smelled my panties. "Let me see," I said, swiping them to my nose. "That's odd..."

  "What? What is it?" He said a bit too eager. He never was a good poker player and my senses were on red alert immediately.

  "It seems to be a woman's scent..."

  "Yeah?" He grinned wickedly.

  "But it doesn't seem to be mine." I stuck my finger in my pussy to make sure that my scent hadn't changed when I wasn't looking, but it was the same ol' familiar smell I was used to. Then what was I smelling? I looked at my husband who was grinning from ear to ear. "Okay," I said, putting my hands on my hips, "spill it." I knew he was up to something. Like I said, he was bad at poker. Really bad.

  "I don't know anything about this! Honest!" he said, shrugging his shoulders. "But I think you should investigate this further. You know...just in case."

  I was well aware that certain medical conditions could make a woman's scent change, but I was pretty sure that that wasn't what was going on. My husband - the crafty devil - was behind this. I just knew it. Ever since that business trip I took a few months ago, he's been sneaking around. And - even though I haven't said anything - I had my suspicions about what was going on.

  "I'll check it out later," I sighed, tossing them off to the side. "I've got a lot to do." I actually had no intention of getting those dirty panties anywhere near my nose again. But, you know what they say about the road to hell...

  My husband seemed disappointed, but he'll get over it. I'm pretty sure he hovered around me for the next few hours, but I wasn't really paying much attention to him. It was the panties and the strange scent that kept drawing me back.

  I couldn't wrap my mind around who's scent it could be. I was pretty sure my husband had another lady on the side, so perhaps it was hers? But why would he want me to smell his girlfriend's pussy scent? That doesn't make sense unless it's some strange, weird fetish he's recently developed. Maybe he gets off on me sniffing another woman's panties. I know I would if I was a guy.

  As much as I tried to ignore the panties, I kept being drawn back to them. It was almost as if something was gently guiding my thoughts and attention back to them. I looked around guiltily to make sure hubby wasn't there - he wasn't, at least not as far as I could see. I tried my hardest to just look away and pretend they weren't there, but the pull was too strong. Maybe it was just plain ol' curiosity, but I had to smell them again.

  Sidling up to the panties, I just told myself that I'd take one quick, curiosity-sating sniff and go back to my housewife routine. As you can guess, that's not what happened. The second the mystery woman's smell wafted in my nose, something assaulted my mind. It wasn't so much as an assault, but a gentle caress. I felt my body begin to weaken and my heart to speed up.

  I knew there was something wrong with the panties, but I couldn't help myself. I pressed the fabric to my nose and inhaled, smelling the woman's deep, intoxicating aroma. My mind whirled and I found myself becoming aroused. This was madness! I'd never found the female scent exciting, yet here I was holding a pair of panties to my nose.

  Without even thinking about it, I slipped my fingers down in the waistband of my yoga pants and into my panties. God I was wet!

  "No!" I spat as I threw the panties across the room. "I'm not going to succumb to your evil ways!"

  My husband - who, upon further reflection, must've been close by, came up to me. "What's wrong?" He looked around the room and spied the panties on the floor by the front door. "Why are these over here? Have you had a chance to smell them?"

  I turned to my husband, tears in my eyes and my knees weak. "There's something wrong with them."

  "I don't understand. Aren't they your panties?" He feigned concern.

  I shook my head vigorously. "No, they're not. I mean they are, but..."

  "Shh..." He held me close to him and rubbed my hair as I cried on his shoulder. "You're just confused. I'm sure once you sniff the panties..."

  "Why do you want me to sniff those panties so badly? Are they your girlfriend's or something?"

  He looked at me with wide eyes. Bingo, I'd hit the nail on the head. "G...g...girlfriend?"

  "Yes, don't pretend to not know what I'm talking about. You've been seeing someone else on the side. I'm sure of it." I pulled out of his grasp, grabbed the panties from the floor and shoved them in his face. "This is her scent, isn't it? You're just trying to get off on some sick, perverted fantasy. Well, it's not going to work!" I raised my voice and stormed up to the room, shut the door and laid on the bed.

  I was horny, but too weak and upset to do anything about it. I closed my eyes, trying not to think about the other woman's panties and fell asleep.

  When I awoke, I nearly panicked as there was something covering my mouth and nose. My first thought was, is my husband trying to take me out of the picture? Then I realized they were the panties. Oh no, that means that I've been involuntarily inhaling those evil panties all this time.

  My heart raced as the full force of her dominant sex invaded my nose and pummeled my senses. Dominant? Was I going mad? Women didn't dominate each other with their scents. Although I did know that women living together will start ovulating together. Maybe the submissive ones followed the lead of the dominant woman. That was absurd, but I had to admit it made sense.

  Was I really smelling a dominant woman's pussy juice? I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply of the beautiful scent, filling my nostrils with her feminine smell. My God it smelled wonderful. I could lay here all day and just smell it--

  "No!" I said and pulled the panties off my face. "I'm not going to submit to you! "

  "Oh good, you're awake," my husband said, smiling, as he slipped into the room. "Did you have a restful--"

  "Why are you making me smell those panties?" I demanded. I would've been angrier if I hadn't felt so weak.

  "I'm not...uh...making you do anything, I just think that--"

  My husband was lying to me and I knew it, but I was too weak to fight it. "Can you just tell me the truth?" I asked, wishing that he'd just come clean so I wouldn't have to worry about it.


  "All right, all right," he said, scratching his head - which he did whenever he was lying. "I admit, I have a crazy panty fetish. But I don't have a girlfriend, I swear!"

  "Then where did you get the panties?" I can't believe he expected me to fall for this.

  "I...uh...got it off the Internet."

  "How did they get my panties?" I furrowed my brow at him. It took all my willpower not to snatch the panties and shove them to my nose. All I could think about was her delicious smell.

  "I told her about my fantasy and sent them to her. She got them sticky and sent them back."

  "That's it, huh?"

  He nodded, but I still didn't believe him. However, the urge to smell and - God help me - taste the panties was overwhelming.

  "All right," I said wearily.

  His lips upturned cautiously. "You'll do it? You'll smell them?"

  I nodded. "Stroke your dick and tell me what you want me to do. I'm too weak to fight."

  Those words were like candy to his ears as he eagerly stripped his clothes off and handed me the panties. I admired his large cock and began stroking it myself to get it hard, which didn't take long.

  "Cover your nose and mouth and smell them," he said, leaning back. He grabbed the lube and slicked his cock up until it glistened.

  I did as my husband asked, hoping that this would sate both our curiosities. Again, for some inexplicable reason, my heart sped up and began thumping madly in my chest. I brought the strange woman's panties to my nose and slowly inhaled. A huge smile crept over my face at the familiar scent. It was so dominant and in charge. I didn't know who it belonged to, but I had the strongest urge to obey them.

  "Kiss and lick it," my husband commanded as he continued to stroke his rod. I'd completely forgotten that he was even there. "Get the dry cum gooey and wet and inhale deeply. Keep inhaling until I tell you to stop."

  I didn't particularly want to do what my husband asked, but I was in no position to fight back. I felt my reluctance to his commands weakening. I began licking the crotch of the panties and the taste was just as good as the smell. I couldn't believe I was doing this, but I couldn't bring myself to stop.