33-Pack CHEATING Megabundle (30 page)

"See," she indicated toward her husband. "That's how a real man impregnates a woman. Too bad you can't be that for me."

My cock twitched again when she said that as one last spurt erupted from my shaft. I wasn't sure how I was going to look my friend in the eye after this, but as far as I was concerned she was mine now.

As I rested inside of her, I lowered my head and began suckling at her breasts. The warm, sweet milk trickled down my throat and my cock began to get hard again. Without even realizing it, I began slowly thrusting in and out of her while still suckling.

She cradled my head to her stroked my hair as if I were her baby. My cock sloshed in and out of her flooded ovulating pussy as I switch back and forth between her breasts.

"That's it, baby, drink mommy's milk," she cooed in my ear.

It didn't take long for me to spurt my dominant man cum inside of her fertile, unprotected womb again. When I was finished sucking her breasts squirting inside of her, she motioned for her husband to follow her to the restroom where she jacked him off into the toilet.

"See what your fantasy started?" She said as his feeble spurts landed in the water. She kissed me and wrapped her arms around me for emphasis. "I don't think I can stop."

"If it means that much to you," he sighed heavily as he cleaned himself up, "you don't have to."

God help me, at those words, my cock jolted back to life. She giggled and began stroking it again, "someone's coveting their next-door neighbor, aren't they?"

Knocking up Amber

Nikita Storm

I wasn't expecting anyone over today as I had the day off and with no plans, was going to sleep in. I certainly wasn't expecting my best friend's gorgeous wife, Amber, to rap on the door at seven in the morning.

With great reluctance, I groggily rolled out of bed, stepped into my boxers and stumbled to the door.

"Coming!" I shouted as I turned on the hall lights and made a bee-line to the sound of the incessant knocking. I almost expected it to be the police the way they carried on. That I had a hang-over didn't help the situation.

"What in God's earth?" I asked, opening the door just a crack, shielding the blinding sun from my half-opened, bleary eyes.

"Frank! I'm so glad you're home!" Amber said as she barreled past me and closed and locked the door behind her.

In my post-drunken haze and stupor, I could not comprehend what was going on. "Why are you here?" Was all I could manage.

She rummaged around in the kitchen as though she lived here and began brewing us some coffee.

"It's Jim," she said finally as she turned off the coffeemaker and poured herself a cup.

"Jim?" I asked, stumbling to the machine and grabbed myself a cup. "Oh God, this tastes good," I remarked as the hot liquid hit my throat and belly. "Nothing like a good cuppa in the morning." I looked up at her expectantly and saw her arch an eyebrow in my direction.

Now that I had some of my senses back (I'd have more once I figured out where the bottle of Tylenol was), I could appreciate the goddess standing before me. And when I say goddess, I mean it.

Amber was a tall, lean fiery red-head - both in color and temperament. She didn't take shit from anyone and was always the first one in a fight. My eyes fell upon her voluptuous breasts. Her body may have been lithe, but she was well stacked. Most women would kill for her looks.

"Ahem," she cleared her throat as she noticed where my feeble attention had gone. "Yes, Jim." She answered my question.

"What'd the poor bastard do this time?" I ribbed her.

She threw back her long, flaming hair and laughed; an open-throated laugh that sent chills racing up my spine. This is what I'm talking about - she pulls no punches. She says what she means and means what she says.

When she stopped laughing, she looked me dead in the eyes, her tone suddenly serious. "That poor bastard - as you affectionately refer to him - just got caught cheating."

I nearly sprayed my coffee all over the linoleum. "Jimmy? Nuh-uh!"

She nodded her head and I could see that she was serious.

"With who?" I couldn't believe that Jimmy, the guy I'd known since forever, and who had caught the most delectable fish in the ocean, went back for seconds.

"I don't know," she ran her hands through her hair, "some floozy he picked up at the gym." She sat down on my leather couch and kicked off her shoes, revealing her very pretty, high-arched feet.

Amber was wearing very revealing short-shorts and a t-shirt - from which I could see that she wasn't wearing a bra. Seeing her delectable bare feet and legs crossed on my table made me nearly cum in my pants.

"Shit," I said, setting my coffee down next to her feet as I joined her on the sofa. "That sucks hard." I reluctantly placed my hand on hers for comfort. I was glad and a bit surprised that she didn't move it. For the several moments that it sat there, it literally burned, like I was touching lava.

That was when Amber broke down and began sobbing. I was shocked! It was like finding out that an immovable rock you've had in your garden was nothing more than a ball of dirt. If she was crying, it could only mean one thing: she was shaken to the core.

She reached out and put her arms around me as hot tears rained down upon my naked chest, each one causing my stiff cock to grow harder and harder. I know, I'm a monster, right?

I wrapped my arms around her, comforting her while she cried it out. I could feel her large, pillowy breasts push up against me and the smell of her delicate perfume chased its way into my nostrils and ignited feelings that I had long buried.

After several long, awkward minutes, she sniffled one last time and pulled away. She dug a napkin out of her bag and wiped her tears on it. That was the last time I saw her shed a tear for my (soon-to-be ex)-friend. The lady was tough as nails.

"Oh, goodness, look at me," she pointed to her drenched, see-thru shirt, "I'm a mess. I was working out in the garden when I spied him with the other woman. I didn't have time to put anything else on, I just drove over here as fast as I could."

I watched in utter fascination as she slipped the tear-soaked t-shirt off over her head and shucked it aside.

"There," she smiled seductively, "much better."

My jaw flapped open, but I was in stunned silence. Was this really happening? Was my best-friend's wife really exposing her luscious breasts before my very eyes? My head pounded and I reluctantly had to excuse myself from her presence or who knows what I would've done.

I quickly dove for the bathroom and found the bottle of Tylenol in the cabinet. What the hell was going on? Had the world gone mad? Everything I knew suddenly went out the window.

I knocked back three pills and splashed ice-cold water on my face. "Get ahold of yourself, Frank," I whispered to my portrait in the mirror. "So what if your dream girl just shoved her way into your apartment and exposed her stunning tits unabashedly in front of you. It doesn't mean you're going to score."

I splashed some water on my Johnson for good measure.

"After all, Frankie, she's going through a tough time right now and needs all the support she can get." While I was trying to convince myself that I shouldn't bang the shit out of her, my hand crept involuntarily into my pants. Cold or not, Johnson was as hard as a Mac truck.

"Frank? Are you in here?" I heard a soft voice just before the door to the bathroom opened. "If you're busy, I--" her words trailed off as she followed my hand downward. The look on her face was one of mock horror and I nearly burst out laughing as her eyes widened and her long, slender fingers covered her red-painted lips.

"I'm sorry, Frank, I didn't know..."

"Uh..." I quickly pulled my hand out of my shorts and straightened, "that's okay. You didn't know."

However, to my surprise, she didn't back out. Instead, her eyes grew lusty and her gaze remained fixed on my shorts. I looked down and realized that when I had pulled out my hand, my cock-head came with it. Before another word could be said, she shut the door behind her.

"I've decided, Frank," she pressed her large breasts to my face, "that if he can fool around, so can I." Her tone was matter-of-fact and I actually gulped as I realized that she wasn't talking about anyone else but me. I don't know if she set out to seduce me, but that's where it was leading.

"That's true," I said, trying vainly to push the "little general" back into his confines; but it was too late. "But are you sure," I gulped as she pushed my hand away and practically tore off my shorts.

She looked me straight in the eyes and as she grasped my cock with her cool fingers, said, "dead sure."

I gulped again as I thought about what we were doing - or what she was trying to do. There was still time, I reminded myself, to remove myself from the situation. Then I felt the suction of her fiery-hot lips as they descended upon my aching cock. Time up.

"What would Jim say, Amber...?" My words sounded far away and hollow as I said them. She only answered by licking and slurping my ever-hardening meat stick. Ah, hell, I thought as I looked in the mirror and watched her mouth dance on my dick, who the hell cares? He obviously couldn't be satisfied with Amber and who was I to throw a perfectly good fish back into the sea.

She sucked my cock like it had never been sucked before. Her tongue danced seductively and her lips knew to apply just the right amount of pressure. Even though I'd had plenty of blowjobs in my life, I felt as if they were all practice jobs. This felt like the real deal. Within moments, I was ready to blow my load.

"Are you going to leave him?" I asked as her nose pushed against my pelvic bone. She had actually succeeded in burying my cock in her mouth. That was a feat that no one else had accomplished and I was very impressed.

"I could be persuaded," she smiled as she came up for air, a gooey string of spit clung between her lips and my cock. She then descended upon my turgid member again, causing me to nearly lose it.

Was she really asking to move in? Was I prepared to give up the single life? And my friend? Then again, after what he'd already done, I was prepared to end our friendship. Amber was far more valuable to me than a cheating friend. Hell, I'd known this little hell-cat for just about as long as I'd known Jim. And had been in love with her for all that time.

"Sure," I agreed.

"Sure, what?" She asked, teasingly as she brought her gooey mouth to mine and kissed me, making sure my face was just as plastered as hers.

"Uh, that you can move in."

Her lips upturned and her eyes grew mischievous. "I said I could be persuaded. I didn't say I was going to jump at your command." She started toward the door, my hand in hers. "Now why don't we go into the bedroom and talk about it like adults..."

My heart beat in my chest. Was I really going to go through with this? Even though he'd cheated on her, he was still my best friend and they were still together. But when she got to the end of the hallway, turned around and crooked her finger, bidding me to follow, I lost all my will. All I knew at that moment was that my cock was on fire and the woman that I'd had a massive crush on for the past ten years or so was seducing me. I was not a stupid man.

She laid seductively on the bed, spreading her long, long legs apart on the sheets. She was the picture of perfection as her flaming red hair perfectly framed her petite face. Her soft, pillowy breasts spilled off to the sides of her chest, her nipples hard. My gaze, however, was centered on her long, slender legs and what was attached to them.

"My God you're stunning," I whispered as I took in her beauty. For the first time in my life I actually saw her blush. Jim was a fool.

"Thank you," she breathed huskily, "I needed to hear that."

Her delectable scent permeated the room and I was sure that I'd never be able to get the scent out - not that I'd want to. Hell, these sheets may very well become sacred and remain unwashed as a reminder.

She trembled as I knelt on the bed. My gaze fell upon her woman center. With just a hint, I realized that the carpets matched the drapes. But, for the most part, her pussy was completely bald. I like a woman who kept herself neat and tidy down there. It made spelunking voyages much easier and nicer.

Her body rumbled through an anticipatory climax before I had even touched her. I watched her face contort in ecstasy and her muscles tightened and vibrated before relaxing. It was so completely hot that my cock jumped and nearly spit its load. Calm down, boy, I thought as I caressed her slender legs, moving my hands slowly up her thighs before stopping at her sopping wet pussy.

"Lick it! Please!" She begged as she brought her hips off the sheets, nearly meeting my mouth.

I smiled and slowly stuck out my tongue. "You want it? You want to be dominated by a big, strong man?" I was pushing it and I knew it. Amber was no pussy, but most women liked to be controlled in the bedroom and I was betting the farm that she did, too.

"Yes!" She mumbled something else, but it was unintelligible.

My cock swelled to epic proportions and I realized that was exactly what she wanted. Hell, she could be in charge the rest of the time if I could rule in the bedroom.

She screamed as my scorching tongue pressed up against her hot-box. She began bucking through another climax as I tried to hold her hips steady. She was either very easy to get off or wound up for me. Or both.

"Oh God your tongue feels so good!" She squealed as my lips engulfed her puffy little pussy.

I still couldn't believe that I was this close to her tasty twat. I'd thought and masturbated and dreamt of doing this forever and now that it was a reality, I wasn't going to let the opportunity slip away.

Out of all the pussies I'd gone down on, hers was by far the wettest. I stuck my finger in and was greeted by her pussy clamping down hard on my finger. The heat from inside her was intense and nearly burned my finger off.

"Go gentle, Frank," she whispered, "it's my first."