33-Pack CHEATING Megabundle (27 page)

"Do it! Cum in me! Release your seed!" I urged.

I didn't need to say another word as his cock twitched and strained and then finally released its payload of hot, sticky cum deep into my unprotected womb.

A vicious, powerful orgasm chose that moment to rocket through me and between the feeling of his massive cock spurting inside me and my own orgasm, my body went limp. He had to hold me up as he shot rope after hot rope deep inside me.

I was his. At least for the next nine months. There was no doubt about it. I was just going to have to confess to Robert that while I had another man's seed in me, he wasn't the dominant bull. I'd let him take me, but for now I was Charles's Hucow.

I must've passed out as I found myself waking up in the limo. I groggily looked out the window and realized that we were very close to home. Charles was not with us - I guess he had more important things to do than shepherd his Hucow to her barn.

After we pulled into the driveway, I exited on shaky legs. My heart pounded when I saw Robert looking out the window with a worried look on his face. I had to tell him the truth. He'd understand. After all, he was the one who set this whole thing up.

"Honey," I said, wrapping my arms around him, "you'll never believe where I've been."

"I know," he said.

"How?"

"Mary. She told me everything." He moved aside so I could come in out of the cold.

"You're not mad, then?" I looked into his eyes to try to determine if he was or not.

"No, I think what you did was great!" He hugged me and I cried in his arms.

"Thank you! I love you, Robert."

"That makes two of us," he said as he led me to the kitchen where a steaming bowl of soup was waiting for me. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught Mary smiling at me. I knew right then that I had made the right choice.

Knocked up and Mooing

Nikita Storm

"Oh my God, Don! They called! They said I'm in!" I shouted to my husband and danced around our small, cramped apartment. I couldn't believe that they actually called me back. I'm going to be a movie star! Oh my God, Oh my God!

"That's nice, dear," my grumpy husband said, not even taking his eyes off the paper. Ever since he'd lost his job, he'd become a miserable grouch. That's why I decided with no money coming in, I might as well go for my dreams - right? I'd only ever acted in one play, but it was enough to fuel my life-long passion. I was born to act.

I held my head up high and strutted around the room, picking up dishes and doing my wifely duties. Soon, I was going to leave this life behind and become the famous actress that I knew I could be. Not only was I going to be famous - but rich, too. And then I could hire a maid to do all this dirty work.

As I was finishing up with the dishes, Don came into the kitchen and put his dirty dishes in the sink. "Did they say what part you'd be playing?"

I sighed in frustration - why couldn't he have given me his dishes
before
I started? "Well, uh..." I tried to think back to what the director said. "Something about a cow. Don't say it!" I pointed at him.

"I didn't say a word," he mocked, throwing his hands up in the air.

Dammit! I was going to make it. I'm sure some of the greats started out with shitty roles. If I had to start my illustrious acting career as a cow, I was determined to be the best cow I could possibly be.

An hour later, my husband - bless his hardened little heart - called out from the living room, "Would you stop that infernal mooing? I'm sure that you'll have no trouble remembering your lines."

I couldn't help it. I was so wound up that I called my best friend, Janet and we talked for hours, even pouring over everything we could get our hands on about cows. By the time I was ready to hit the sack, I felt as if I was the foremost authority on cows. Of course, I even dreamed about the Godammed animals.

This was going to be a hell of a week.

*****

After a harrowing, cow-filled week, I dragged myself out of bed and headed down to the set. Fortunately, it was only an hours drive away. I still didn't understand how I was going to play a cow - and at this point, I was too afraid to ask. Wouldn't it have been cheaper just to rent a cow or something? Were they going to have me put on a silly costume?

The questions danced and swirled in my head and I was an emotional wreck by the time I pulled into the makeshift parking lot.

"Name, please?" The bored-looking security guard asked.

"Marjorie. Marjorie Bell." I puffed out my large chest as he flicked through some papers.

"I don't see -- oh, wait, you're the Hucow," he said, eying me up and down.

"The what?" I asked. I wasn't familiar with that term. I had memorized every type and kind of cow out there, but that wasn't one.

"Uh...it means Human Cow. Your director will explain further. Just follow the road and take your first right." He pointed out of the security booth.

Hearing that word 'Hucow' gave me chills for some strange reason. I gulped down my nervousness and followed his directions, coming upon a motley crew of assorted other actors and actresses. I got a very weird vibe about these people, but I climbed out of my car and introduced myself.

"Ah, the star of the set has arrived." The director clapped his hands three times. "Everybody, I want you to meet the newest member of our family, Marjorie!"

Star? I looked around bewildered as everyone began mooing in some kind of kinky initiation ritual. Before I knew it, all of them - the director included - were on the ground running around on all fours mooing at each other. Was I expected to join in this...this odd behavior.

I noticed a very tall, handsome black man leaning against the side of the make-shift house. I sidled over to him, leaving the mad cow-people to their strange ritual. "So, can you tell me just what the hell is going on here? I feel like I've stepped into the set of the Twilight Zone."

He laughed - more of a bark, really - and looked me in the eyes. "I'm just as perplexed as you."

"So you're not here for the show, then?"

"Oh, I'm here for the show. In fact, I'm your co-star." He took a sip of his soda and closed his eyes.

I studied his handsome features for a moment, before asking, "Have you seen the script?"

He nodded, his eyes still closed.

"Yeah? Can you explain what we're doing?"

His eyes snapped open. "Didn't they tell you?"

I shook my head. "All they said was something about a cow," I admitted. "Where's my costume?"

"A Hucow."

"You're the second person to say that word to me today. Mind filling me in?" I was getting a bit frustrated. The cow-people had stopped their ritualistic dance and were brushing themselves off.

"A Hucow is --"

"A Human Cow, yeah, I get that. But what exactly does that mean? Why can't they just get a regular cow?" I still had a million questions, but if I could just get these two answered, I'd feel a lot better.

He took a deep breath and let it out. "A Hucow is a woman who has been turned into humanoid cow." He put his hand up to stop my question. "Once transformed, you'll be running around much as they are, mooing and lactating and being very horny and fertile. It's the way of the Hucow."

I wanted to question him further, but my mouth was stuck in the open position and I couldn't formulate any recognizable words.

"So," he continued, "as a Hucow, you'll be the star of the film."

I started to say something, but he just grabbed a bottle of pills from the cabinet and handed one to me. "Here, take one of these and you'll understand everything. You do want the part, right?"

"Well, of course--"

"Then take this - don't worry it'll wear off after a few hours and you can go right back home to your boring, hum-drum life."

"How did you know I had a boring, hum-drum life?" I asked as I turned the innocuous-looking pill over in my hand.

"If you led an exciting life, you wouldn't have taken the part of a fucking cow." I was about to retort something, but he was smiling and I couldn't bring myself to be mad at him. The truth was, he was right. I was in a rut. My sex life was non-existent - other than what I could provide for myself - and with my husband out of a job, we were having financial worries.

"So, this little pill will change everything?" I looked up at him hopefully.

He nodded. "You'll be a new woman. Guaranteed."

"All right," I said, knocking back the pill and chasing it with soda. "I'll try it once. But if I don't like it..."

He shrugged and smiled. "No one says you have to continue."

I took a deep breath and steadied myself for the unknown. What on earth was I doing? Turning myself into a Hucow? And for what?

At first I felt nothing, but then I began to feel a slight tingle start deep inside me. I dismissed it at first, but then it grew stronger and I started to become aware of an inner heat radiating from below my belly.

"Feel anything yet?"

I nodded. "What's happening?"

"No one really knows. It's an ancient Chinese herb that was used to increase sexual desire and fertility. Other than that..." He looked at my enlarged chest lasciviously.

"Oh my God, am I going to get pregnant?" I looked down to where he was staring and noticed that my breasts had started to become engorged and small droplets of milk were leaking through my shirt.

"Do you want to?"

I started to shake my head, but then I felt an unfamiliar tingle deep in my ovaries. Something was happening to my body and I was starting to warm up to the idea of getting knocked up. You know, all that biological clock stuff. "Yes," I whispered hoarsely.

"What?" he said, stepping closer to me.

"Yes! I want a baby," I forced myself to say louder. This was quite odd as I had never had the desire to be a mother before. But now that I was a Hucow... "What did you say your name was again?"

He took my chin in his large, black hand and raised it to look at me. "Charles." He then slowly leaned down and placed his lips on mine.

An inner fire burned brightly inside me. How dare he kiss me! I was a married woman! I thought to myself indignantly. I started to push away, but something inside me gave in to his yearning, insistent kiss. I had never even thought about kissing another man, but I was beginning to like it.

Reluctantly, I put my arms around him and pulled him closer to me. His strong, handsome body felt so good against mine. I felt so tiny in his arms. I allowed my milk-laden breasts to press up against his powerful chest and I even found myself rubbing my suddenly-horny body all over his.

"What are you doing to me?" I asked breathlessly in his ear as he ran his large, black hands all over my small, creamy body.

"You're a Hucow now," he answered as he slowly pulled off my sopping-wet t-shirt, exposing my huge, milky breasts. "Your more animal nature is coming through. Don't fight it."

"But..." As soon as my breasts were exposed to his gaze, I relaxed and let go. The truth was, I had a very powerful urge telling me to mate with him. I wanted him in ways that I didn't even want my husband. The fact that he was black was just the icing on the cake.

"Shh..." He placed a finger on my lips and knelt down, pressing his face into my aching milk-bags. Oh God, I needed him closer! I pulled his head to my chest and let the milk dribble all over his face. He rubbed himself all over, kissing my fleshy breasts until he finally slipped my dark, thick nipple in-between his greedy lips.

"Oh fuck!" I shouted as sensations that I'd never felt before coursed through my body. It seemed like there was a straight line from my nipple to my pussy and I felt wetness flood out onto my panties. He sucked me for several moments, drinking every last drop of my breast milk before turning to my other one.

"Suck it, please!" I begged. I needed to feel his lips against my aching teat. He latched on and began rubbing and milking my other breast at the same time. I was surprised that there was still any milk in there, but it seemed just as full as when he started drinking it. A flood of pussy juices shot out of my pussy and enveloped my lips and folds, running into my panties and even down my legs. How on earth was he making me this horny? Was it just because I was cheating on my husband?

"Let's see what you've got," he said as he let go of my needy tit and began undressing me. He took my pumps off, then my pants, socks and finally my panties. "Wow, you're really horny!" he said as he pressed his mouth to my pussy lips covered by the pink lacy panties.

My eyes went wide when he began to eat me out right through the fabric. My God, even my husband had never been that bold. I took a hold of his head and grinded my pussy into his mouth over and over until I felt a shock-wave well up inside me which exploded all over my panties and his face.

He looked up at me, smiling as he very slowly pulled my sopping wet panties down to my ankles.

"Suck it!" I commanded him as I grabbed my breasts and began squirting hot, delicious mother's milk down at him. At first, my panties were so sticky with my woman cum that they clung precipitously to my lips. But, with a bit of effort, he was able to get them off.

I blushed furiously as he whistled his appreciation when he got a look at my clean-shaved snatch.

"You really like?" I asked as he inhaled my aroma.

"Fuck yeah!" he said and commenced stuffing his face into my completely wet pussy. He smeared my juices all over his face and I laughed as he came up for air and looked up at me, smiling. Then he dove back down into my honey-pot.

"There's one other thing you should be aware of," he said as he worked his magic on my poor, helpless, fertile pussy.

"What's that?" I asked, breathless as I felt his tongue dance all over my nether regions. I couldn't believe how good it felt to have another man kiss and lick me down there. Maybe cheating wasn't the worst thing in the world.

I was startled when his big, black hand came down hard upon my ass, causing me to cry out. "Ow! What was that for?"