33-Pack CHEATING Megabundle (10 page)

God help me I was in love. My cock felt absolutely enormous inside her small, tight cave. I honestly didn't know whether I was going to be able to hold back my load for much longer. Fucking the princess - and the female version of the prince - was on my high fantasy list.

Cynthia squeezed her eyes shut and grimaced as my cock pressed through her tight hymen. I had never felt anything so tight in all my life.

"Do it!" she said through clenched teeth. "Knock me up."

Joann was running her hands up and down my legs and caressing my balls with her soft fingers. I needed release in the worst way. This had somehow become the best day of my life. After fucking the prince and princess, I wasn't sure I could go back to those old two-bit whores. I knew right away they just weren't going to cut it any more.

"Is that what you really want?" I asked, leaning forward and kneading her delicious breasts. They were perfect in every way imaginable. If I'd been a woman, I'd have been extremely jealous.

She nodded. "I want to know how it feels to be impregnated."

I sucked on one of her nipples and Joann joined me on the other. She was still completely naked and my cum was running down her legs. It was one of the sexiest sights I'd ever seen.

"Then you shall," I groaned as I thrust my massive cock deep into her tight, virgin pussy.

"Fuck me hard!" she cried out, using my bicep to muffle her moans. "Take me like a man and dominate me! Don't hold back. I want to know what it feels like to be a whore."

I began pumping in and out of her slick tunnel, pulling my cock all the way to the tip and then slamming it all the way back in. She stifled a scream each time I did, her breasts and body shaking with every thrust.

Soon I was certain I wasn't going to be able to hold back any longer.

"Knock her up! Knock the fucking princess up and dominate her like no man has ever done. Make her carry your baby," Joann teased me as the two of them began kissing, completely ignoring me.

One final time, I grunted and slammed my eager, potent cock as deep inside of her dainty body as I could manage. My cock somehow found her cervix and the second my head pressed against the opening, I began to cum.

"Oh my God, are you seriously cumming in my cervix?" she asked, her mouth agape.

I nodded as I closed my eyes and concentrated on the extraordinary feeling of emptying my balls for the third time in the last half-hour, but this time inside the princess' fertile, virgin womb.

"Wow!" she said, turning to Joann. "I can actually feel it squirting up inside me. Was it like that when he came inside you?"

They compared notes while I pumped and squirted my semen deep inside the princess. I don't know how many ropes of cum I unleashed inside her unprotected belly, but it was more than my first two combined.

After collapsing on top of the princess, all I wanted to do was take a long, comfortable nap. With all of my fantasies fulfilled, I could die a happy man.

"Let the guards in," Cynthia instructed me.

I gingerly got up, hastily put my clothes on and did as she asked.

"Yes, m'lady. Are you hurt?" the head guard rushed to her side.

"No, but you will clean the royal pussy."

The looks on their faces was priceless and Joann and I both had to stifle our laughter as we watched them eat my potent cum out of the princess' pussy.

"Be thankful you're no longer a lowly guard," Joann said as she dressed and kissed me.

I nodded and kissed her back. "I am. I'm very thankful." My grin was wider than I'd ever thought possible.

Hucow The Moo Cow

Nikita Storm

"Peggy, wake up!" I felt my shoulder being shaken, but my mind hadn't yet swam to the surface of consciousness yet.

"Wake up!" The voice was distant, but urgent. I rustled myself out of my deep sleep, opened my eyes and saw my husband in a near-state of panic.

"What's wrong, Jack?" I asked, my mouth and mind barely working. Adrenaline coursed through my body. Jack was a rock. He was large, quiet and very strong. I don't think I'd ever seen him in such a state.

"Bessie's gone!"

"What?" I blinked my eyes and rubbed the sleep out of them. I could feel my leaky breasts and knew that I was going to have to express them soon or they would likely explode. At least that's how they felt.

"One of our cows, Peggy!"

"Gone? How did that happen?" I sat bolt upright in bed. This was serious.

"I don't know," he ran his fingers through his dark brown hair. "Maybe a cattle rustler or one of the neighbor boys left the fence open."

I stared at him in shock. "How are you going to deliver the milk?"

"I don't know," he said pensively. "I figger I've got enough for all but three or four."

I thought about our predicament for a moment, but couldn't figure what to do about it. We were going to have to get the cow back, that was for sure. But until then, we had to do something about our customers. Many of these people had been loyal purchasers since Jack's daddy started the dairy twenty years ago in the '30's. He'd gone along on the rides with him every morning and learned the ins and outs of the business. He could also milk a cow in nothing flat - a trick his grandpa taught him.

We were still a small operation - after all, there was just one driver - him. So, when you only have three cows, losing one is a big deal. I didn't think we could afford to replace her either - not yet, anyway. So we really were in a conundrum. These people expected their daily milk and cheese. We were going to have to figure something out - and soon.

Unconsciously, I massaged my full, aching breasts. I needed to get started on my day. Ever since the accident with the baby, I'd had plenty of extra milk that I had to flush down the bathtub three times a day. Too late, my breasts were already starting to leak. A droplet of life-giving sustenance clung to my nipple and soaked through my nightie.

"Honey, I don't know what we're going to do, but I've got to express this milk or we're going to be cleaning it up off the floor." I started to get up, but he stopped me.

"What did you say?" His face lit up.

"I've got to --"

"Milk. You said milk!" He danced and hopped around like a maniac. "Why didn't I think about that?"

"I think you did. Mind explaining what you're blabbering on about?" I asked. My breasts were really starting to hurt. And my husband - God bless his sweet heart - was starting to annoy me.

"We need milk, right?"

"Yeah, but I don't see..."

He lifted up my shirt and squeezed one of my breasts. I groaned as milk sprayed forth all over him. "See, you have milk. I can't believe it! Let's go!" He ran out of the room and grabbed his coat, hat and keys before I could say another word. I started to get dressed, but he ran back in and dragged me to the truck before I could.

"Honey, what are you doing? I'm practically naked!" I protested as the chilly air nipped at my aching nipples.

"I know," he leered lecherously as I swatted him over the head playfully with my purse. "No time now; I'll explain on the way."

"This is scandalous!" I said, climbing into the old Ford. Outwardly, I may have been aghast at showing my nearly naked body, but inside I was grinning from ear to ear. It's not often that a proper lady gets to leave her house dressed as a slut. Even if I wanted to, I could say nothing as it was my husband who commanded it. So, I decided to just go along with it and let him be in charge. I wasn't sure what devious plot he had cooked up, but if it would help the business, I was all for it.

We made the rounds of our customers. I stayed in the truck while he delivered his route. I knew every single one of them by name and face. I'd also gone on his route a few times when he was sick. After all, the show must go on. Until now, the only time I'd felt uncomfortable was when Margaret, the eighty-year-old widow came up to the car to greet me. She didn't say anything about my exposed flesh, but she didn't have to, I could see it in her eyes.

The entire time we chatted, my cheeks flushed bright crimson as shame filled me. I felt like such a harlot! Throughout the entire route, my breasts grew tighter and tighter until I really thought they were going to bust. They leaked the entire time and by the time we arrived at the last few places, my nightie was completely soaked through and sheer.

He cut the engine and turned to me. "I have no more milk, Peggy. These were Bessie's customers."

"The cow has customers?" I asked incredulously.

He nodded. "Each cow has a distinct taste. And a few liked Bessie's taste over the others. Anyway, this is where you come in."

"Me? How can I help?"

"Come inside with me and we'll explain the situation and offer them your milk for a discount."

"My milk!" I exclaimed as I put my hands over my chest. "That's sick and wrong, Jack. These people want Bessie, not me." I couldn't believe my insane husband could come up with such a ludicrous plan. No one outside of a baby would want mother's milk.

"Actually," he leaned closer and whispered in my ear, "you know the guy who lives here?"

"Bert, right? The bachelor?"

"Yeah. Well, him and I've been talking and your name's come up more than once," he said and elbowed me in the ribs, "if you know what I mean."

I looked at my husband, aghast at what he was saying. Bert? He's been saying naughty things about me to Bert? That should have appalled me, but for some reason I shivered - and it wasn't just because of the chill of the air, either.

"Bert?" I asked. "What've you told him about me?" Bert was a very tall, handsome man. The kind of man who never likes to be tied down to one woman. He was a player in every sense of the word and had the looks to back it up. At six foot, with blue eyes and slicked-back black hair, he was the center of every woman's fantasies - mine, included, I was ashamed to admit.

My husband looked at me with his honest, tell-it-to-me-straight face. "Honey, you have to realize that you're the hottest girl in town."

I blushed fiercely and looked away. He must be mistaken. Maybe he was thinking of someone else.

He turned my head toward his and looked me directly in the eye. "Every man in the town wants you. If given half a chance, they'd snatch you right out from underneath me. You're that beautiful."

A tear formed at the corner of my eyes. "Really?" As a leggy blonde, I knew I was good-looking, but the way my husband made it sound, I was some kind of local goddess or something.

"Yes, every man I deliver to always asks about you. Not just how is she, but other - more personal - questions. I hope you don't mind, but whenever I talk about you, I strut around like a peacock with my feathers out."

I stared at him with this new revelation. "Why didn't you tell me any of this?"

"Jealousy," he admitted and looked down into his lap. "Ever since you started lactating, every man I know has been asking for your milk. That's why, when you mentioned your leaky breasts needing to be emptied, I thought about filling in for Bessie."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I was flattered - and slightly creeped out. "Men want my mother's milk?"

He nodded and whispered in my ear, "Bert's willing to pay big bucks for it, too. If we play our cards right, we can leave the damn dairy farm behind and move into the city."

This was a new development. "Wait," I said as he started to get out of the car. "We're not missing Bessie, are we?"

He smiled slyly and shook his head. I had to admit that my husband was both devious and cunning. I liked those qualities in a man. Suddenly, my pussy started to flood. This was so naughty. I used to lay awake at night thinking about Bert. How strong and handsome he was. His large muscles. I pictured him lifting me up out of my bed and carrying me into the loft of the barn where he'd make sweet, sweet love to me all night long. I'd fantasize about him and touch myself for hours just thinking about how much of a hunk he was. Clark Gable, eat your heart out.

"Come on, we need to get you inside and warmed up." He opened the door on my side and we walked up the walkway with his arms around me.

I didn't need to be warmed up. My inner fire had been stoked. I wasn't sure what the two of them had in mind, but I shivered in anticipation of it.

"Well, hello there!" Bert answered dressed in just shorts with no shirt. I demurely looked away as I pressed my legs together, holding back an orgasm. My word he was handsome.

"I brought the missus along with me on the route today and it seems as though she forgot her coat. May we come in so she can get warmed up and perhaps we can discuss some business."

Bert stared down at my leaky breasts lecherously. I blushed furiously as I realized that for the first time a man who was not my husband was seeing my breasts. The soaked nightie covered absolutely nothing and may as well have not even been there. He must've appreciated what he saw because he had the widest grin on his face.

"Sure, sure. I was just brewing up some coffee. Would you two like some?" He stepped aside and ushered us in.

I nodded, my teeth chattering from the cold and my thighs covered in hot pussy juice. I was a comedic sketch of extremes. After pouring us some coffee, Bert grabbed a towel for me to dry off with, handed me one of his robes and took my cold, milk-soaked nightie from me. As I sipped my coffee and read the morning paper, the two boys excused themselves to the parlor to talk business.

I was far too nervous and excited to actually read the paper. Were they really discussing me? Talking about my breasts? My mother's milk? Even though I was fairly warmed up, I was still shivering. My mind drifted to how much of a hunk Bert was. His five o' clock shadow was hot!

My hand crept into the folds of the robe. This was absolutely scandalous! I wondered how much money Bert was willing to pay for a taste of my mother's milk. How was I going to deliver it to him? Just take a cup into the restroom and express myself into it? Surely my husband wouldn't allow Bert to see my breasts. Would he? Then again, he apparently had no qualms discussing my body with all the guys around town.