40-Pack Hucow/Milking MEGA-ULTRABUNDLE!

by Bessie Hucow

  His permission gave me confidence and I began stroking him faster and harder. Suddenly, I got the idea to coat my hands with my milk and stroke him like that. That worked a treat as he moaned and bucked his hips when my milky lubed hands caressed his massive dick. I don't know what came over me, but I had to have him. I needed him like I had needed nothing in my life.

  Detaching his lips from my breast was a bit of a chore, but when he realized that I wanted to attach my lips to his cock, he acquiesced. He laid back on the bench as I knelt down beside him. I swear to God that these benches were made especially for this. Getting a good look at his monstrous cock this close, I could really see how he was much bigger than any other guy I had come across.

  At first, I wasn't even sure that I could fit the guy in my mouth, but I wasn't about to let something like that stop me from getting what I needed – what had been kept from me by the one person who should have been offering it to me. Feeling just a little bit guilty, I quietly slipped my wedding ring off my finger and tucked it away. What I was doing was so naughty that I didn't know how I was going to be able to look my husband in the eyes tomorrow.

  But, dammit, this was something that I needed. And he wasn't giving it to me. Maybe he could look at his porn mags and get off just fine, but I needed something more - I needed a big massive cock in the my pussy. At that moment, there was only one cock that would fit the bill.

  After an interminable length of time, as his cock twitched and flexed waiting for my inviting mouth, I slowly descended upon his shaft. Like I said, I had never had another man inside me – or my mouth – so I didn't really know what to expect. I could see that he was far larger than my husband, but other than that I felt like I was a bit of a virgin. Would I be good enough for him? Even when my husband and I made love, it was only it once every week or so. What if I was too experienced for him?

  I felt energized when he groaned loudly as my fiery lips descended upon his throbbing cock. Sucking dick was one thing that I knew how to do. My husband absolutely loved getting his dick sucked and I was more than happy to give it to him anytime he wanted. Now I'm glad that I did.

  Halfway down his thick black cock, I had a great idea. Quickly lifting my mouth off his dick, I aimed my still milky breasts towards his manhood and began squirting. At first, he lamented that my mouth was no longer on him, but then when he saw what I was doing, he nodded his approval.

  "Damn girl, you're the best!"

  I smiled, intentionally spraying my milk all over him. I was struck by the contrast of my pearly white milk on his dark body and suddenly wondered what it tasted like. Of course, like every mother, I had tasted my own milk. But I had never licked it off a man's chest and cock before.

  Before he could react, I literally threw myself at him and began lapping my mother's milk off his stomach. I don't know who groaned louder, me or him, but we were both enjoying this immensely.

  My tits were still dripping milk at this point and it was getting all over the carpet and my clothes, but I didn't care. I kissed my way back down to his massive organ and continued where I left off. Tasting my own mother's milk as it coated his shaft made me hornier than ever at the debauchery of this act. I hoped and prayed that no one would stumbled in on our little tryst. I could just picture the janitor walking in and seeing us like this.

  "What's so funny?" He asked as he heard me giggle.

  I pulled my mouth off the head of his cock with an audible pop and looked up at him, "I was just thinking about what would happen if the janitor caught us."

  "Oh shit," his face grew serious, "I hadn't even thought of that."

  I smiled as I stroked his face. "That's what makes it even hotter," I said. I closed my eyes and descended upon his cock as I stroked his balls and ran my hands all over his body. The heat inside of me grew too unbearable and I wasn't sure how much longer I could hold out.

  Suddenly, I pressed my lips to his. "Take me," I moaned as I kissed my black lover passionately. "I need to feel you inside of me."

  He looked at me then, "what about your husband?"

  I shrugged, "what about him?"

  "Well," he said smiling, "if you don't mind, I don't mind." He took me in his arms then, crushing me to his hot, muscular body. I knew he was powerful, but until he pressed my chest into his, I didn't realize how strong he was. My orgasm was swift and powerful as desire rocketed through my pussy.

  He laid me down on the bench and spread my legs, peering into my cavernous hole. A shiver ran through my body as he descended upon my flooded pussy. That was another thing that my husband refused to do. I started questioning why I was still married to him at that point.

  My hips jumped as his electric tongue touch my inner folds. No man had ever touched me there with their mouth and I wondered what I had been missing. My tender breasts began leaking even more and I tried to aim my milk in his direction. Searing fire coursed through my body as his rough tongue explored my aching folds. He held out for a long time before finally taking my clit in his mouth.

  "Oh God Jake," I moaned as I pulled his face deeper into my needy sex. This was one of my fantasies that I had been having about him – except that it felt a thousand times better in person. I lifted my long, slender legs and wrapped them around his head. For the next five minutes, he licked and sucked on my sopping, tender pussy, driving me to the edge of madness with his gentle caresses.

  Finally, I had had enough and just needed him in me. "Fuck me," I said as I lifted him to me. To my surprise, his massive rod hadn't softened, instead it had actually grown larger and stronger. I gasped when I saw it come near my tiny pussy. Even though I had had a baby and was bigger than normal, it had also been a while since I had had sex and his cock was so huge that I wasn't sure that it was going to fit without splitting me.

  Peppering my face with hot wet kisses, he slowly descended his dominant manhood into my aching cave. I lifted my legs up, offering him easier access and I cried out as he began pressing in, stretching my poor pussy to its limits.

  "I bet you've never had a real man in here," he said with a wicked grin on his face.

  I shook my head, knowing that my husband could not be considered a real man – not compared to this hunk.

  "Well now you have," he slowly pressed his massive cock all the way in my willing pussy. Before that moment, I wasn't sure that I wanted anymore kids, but now I was positive that I did – with him.

  "I want you to knock me up," I said as I wrapped my arms and legs around him and pulled him close.

  He kissed my neck and face and whispered in my ear, "you really like to live dangerously, don't you?"

  I nodded and pushed my pussy up, hoping that he could push it in farther. I knew that he wasn't even halfway in and he had bottomed out. I also knew that I was ovulating and one squirt from his dominant cock, my fertile womb would become pregnant. Damn my husband! If he had just given me what I needed, I wouldn't be in this position.

  "You really want me to knock you up?" I think he thought that I was kind of joking, but I was dead serious.

  "Yes, Jake," I said as he plunged in and out of me like a piston, "my husband can't give to me what I want, what I need. You can."

  "When he finds out that the baby's not his, he's going to pitch a fit," Jake said as he began playing with my milky breasts again. They were almost out of milk, but there was just enough for him to play with.

  I smiled and kissed his nose playfully, "well, since you don't have a girlfriend..." I let the words hang in the air and gauged his reaction. I sighed in relief as he started nodding his head and smiling.

  "Yeah, I like that idea."

  He began pumping me harder and faster then, as he neared his point of release. I was suddenly glad that I had come to the gym tonight; otherwise I wouldn't have met Jake here. Perhaps I could get back into the swing of things and start working out more often – with him as my spotter. Of course, I would accidentally forget to express myself before I left.

  With each thrust inside m
y aching pussy, my orgasm swelled and swelled until I found myself pushed over the edge and into oblivion. I cried out as he slammed one last time into me, pushing into my cervix. I was so out of it, that I could barely feel his baby-making seed squirting deep inside of me. I had never known a man to cum so much and it shocked me how much he poured in to me. I was going to be leaking that out for the next few days, I knew that. I was also going to keep as much of his precious cum inside my horny, ovulating pussy as I could.

  Finally, in a heap of sweat and milk, we collapsed on top of each other, his massive dick still spasming and squirting inside of me for several more moments. I hugged him and thanked him and promised him that I would be back before the week was over for another round of training.

  When I left, I gave him my cum filled panties and my milk soaked shirt. His smile indicated that he thought that he was like a kid in a candy store. And even though my pussy was sore, it was full of his baby making cum and I rubbed my belly as I walked out of the gym a changed woman.

  Milking the Mermaid

  Nikita Storm

  It was an absolutely beautiful, gorgeous morning on the beach. The sun was just peeking over the horizon and there was a slight breeze kicking up the waves. I climbed up into my lifeguard perch and smiled as I sat back and readied myself for a long day. I combed my fingers through my short blond hair and applied suntan oil all over my bronze, muscular body.

  A couple of girls walked past, giggling and winking their approval of the handsome stud. One of the best things about this job is that girls digged the male lifeguards. Of course, it didn't hurt that we were buff and hot.

  I put on my sun-visor and did my cursory sweep of the ocean. I didn't really expect to see anything as there was only a couple of warm bodies on the sand, but when it came to taking my job seriously, I wasn't going to slack off.

  The morning sun's light glinted off the blue ocean waves and I had to put on my sunglasses just to be able to see anything. I spotted nothing out of the ordinary and was about to turn back to my e-reader when I heard a shrill voice way off in the distance. That's odd, I thought to myself as I scanned the area from whence the voice came. I couldn't see anything in swimming distance, but I wouldn't put it past some idiots to swim out farther than they were able to handle.

  I still didn't see anything, but I was definitely hearing what sounded like a woman's voice off in the distance. There have been a few times that I was able to save someone that I couldn't see, so I grabbed my equipment and raced out in the direction of the voice.

  Swimming came naturally to me as I had been doing it ever since junior high. Most people gave up serious swimming when they turned eighteen, but not me. I was a gold medalist in the state swimming competition and that just further fueled my passion for all things water. I love to swim, kayak, surf and even fish. That's why taking this job was a no-brainer for me. Let the smarter kids go to college and beat their brains into their textbooks as they listen to their boring professors drone on and on about whatever.

  I slipped into the water like it was my second home and calmly, yet urgently swam toward where the sound was coming from. I was right, it was a woman's voice and it was definitely getting louder the closer I got. But I was still unable to see anything in the water.

  As I drew closer, my heart began beating faster. This far out and even I was going to have trouble dragging them back to safety.

  After several minutes of swimming, I came to the area where I believed the sound was coming from. At first, I saw no one, but as I looked around I noticed that there was some kind of an open cave-like structure directly underneath me.

  Huh, I thought to myself as I swam around. I had been doing this for a couple of years now and had never spotted this particular rock formation. I no longer heard the cry of the woman and wondered suddenly if she hadn't given up and sunk down.

  Taking a large gulp of air, I hurriedly dove straight down, frantically searching for any lifeless bodies in the water around me. I saw nothing until I got to the cave entrance and then it looked like my eyes deceived me. Was I really seeing what I thought I was seeing? Or was I going insane?

  Instead of the cave entrance that I expected, there was an actual dwelling complete with a door and windows. My air was running out, so I quickly surfaced, gulped down some more air and continued my exploration of this odd dwelling.

  From the outside, it looked like just an ordinary small hovel, but as I peered in through the window, I could see that the inside was much, much larger than the outside indicated it would be.

  I was just about to resurface for some more air, having completely forgotten all about the woman in distress, when the door to the place suddenly opened. My face went pale as I wondered what in the world was going on.

  I nearly choked in the water when the figure that swam out of the house was an honest-to-goodness mermaid. I had never seen a mermaid before in my life – as I was pretty sure that no one had – but there was no mistaking what she was. She was very tall, slender, extremely gorgeous with long flowing red hair and a fucking tail. It was at that moment that I realized that I really had lost my mind.

  When she saw me, she frantically pointed toward the inside of the house. I wasn't really sure that I wanted to enter, but my air was running out and I didn't think that I could make it to the top. I didn't see how entering a wet house cave was going to help me breathe, but the way she was acting, perhaps there was someone in need of care inside.

  My lungs were nearly ready to burst as I swam inside and promptly fell to the floor.

  "What the hell?" I said as I gasped for air. I filled my lungs with sweet, sweet oxygen before turning to the beautiful now-tailless mermaid.

  She shut and locked the door and I realized that none of the outside water had come in like I expected. To say that this was odd, would have been an understatement.

  "I'm sorry to deceive you like this," she said as she walked across the floor and helped me up. "But I'm afraid that I need your help."

  That was when I noticed that she was completely and utterly naked. Not only was she naked, but her breasts looked awfully heavy, like they were being weighed down by something.

  I arose and dusted myself off, realizing that I was no longer wet and looked around the spacious room. "I'm sorry, ma'am, but you're going to have to do some explaining before I can help you."

  She sighed heavily, her beautiful red-painted lips pouting like a little girl's. "I was afraid you would say that," she said as she bade me to sit next to her on the couch.

  How in the world was I going to explain this to the guys back on the beach? They would think that I was utterly mad – and they would probably be right. Then again, this was the kind of thing that you kept to yourself if you knew what was good for you.

  "First," I said, sitting down next to her uncomfortably, "let's start with the basics."

  To my untrained eye, she looked very young and innocent – if I had to give her a human age, I would've said nineteen. But without the maturity that the age usually brings.

  She looked around shyly, placing her long slender arms in her lap as she bit her lip nervously. "Well, what do you want to know?"

  "First," I said, turning to face her, "is there anyone that is hurt or drowning?"

  She shook her long, fiery-red hair, "no, nothing like that."

  I could tell that she was too nervous to offer any more. I was going to have to guess it out of her. "All right, then, can you tell me how you came to be a mermaid?" I wondered if that wasn't a stupid question. I mean, if someone asked me how I came to be a human, I would look at them as though they were full of shit and probably just walk away. But then again, everyone else is a human too.

  She took a deep breath and looked me in the eyes; her Caribbean blue orbs sending wicked shivers down my spine. I had seen plenty of beautiful women in my day – after all, I'm a lifeguard – but by far and way, she was the hottest. She had everything a man could hope for in a woman. She had full, round hips, a thin wa
ist, a buxom bust and a face to die for. What she didn't have, was me. That was something that I was going to have to rectify, I thought as my cock began to stir uncomfortably in my trunks.

  "Well, you see," she dithered shyly, wringing her hands together, "I spurned the advances of a powerful wizard and he cast a spell on me."

  "A spell?" I lifted my eyebrows in surprise. "What kind of spell?" This was starting to get more and more intriguing. None of it was real, of course, it was probably just a dream or some such, but it was an intriguing dream at that. I was going to have to explore this dream more fully, I realized.

  She nodded, pushing a gorgeous curl of red hair from her eyes, "he said that if he couldn't have me, no one else would."

  "That's a shitty thing to do," I said.

  I saw a tear escape her eyes before she wiped it away. "Yeah, he turned me into this hideous sea monster and said that I would never be beautiful enough to attract a man. Not only that," she sobbed as she continued her story, "but he said that every nine months my breasts would fill completely full of milk to remind me of how I would never find a mate and never have a baby."

  "That's awful," I said as I placed my hand on hers, feeling her soft silky skin.

  She broke down even more, but was able to choke out the last few words of the story. "He said that the milk would continue to fill my breasts and that I would not be able to squeeze it out. He said that only a baby or a man that was attracted to me would be able to relieve my engorged, milky breasts." She looked up at me, suddenly full of despair, "but as you can see, I'm so ugly that no man on earth would want me."

  I nearly choked as I heard her say those words. What on earth was she talking about? She was the most lovely woman that I had ever seen in my entire life. She could put supermodels to shame. There were Disney princesses who weren't as pretty as her.