33-Pack CHEATING Megabundle (37 page)

"Surely you don't want to see a lactating mother's old breasts, do you?" I questioned him. At twenty-four I wasn't old, but with a new baby some days it felt that way.

He grinned and looked up at me, "just the opposite, darlin'." I jumped back as he started to suckle on my breasts.
What the hell was he doing? That was for my baby
! I didn't even let my husband suckle on them (not that he would've wanted to).

"What are you doing?" I tried to push him away, but once he was latched on, I couldn't dislodge him. In truth, since I had gotten pregnant, I hadn't thought of my breasts sexually - it was always about the baby. But now that this strong, dominant black man was taking control, I began to recall the pleasurable sensations that my breasts used to elicit.

My pushes became strokes as I caressed his head. I felt like I was nursing a grown man. I moaned as my breasts thanked me for the let down. I swear they were about to burst.

After a couple of minutes, I pointed to my other breast, "she needs release, too." The breast had been squirting milk all over the place and there was now a small puddle on the floor under our feet.

He grunted and released my breast, eagerly switching over to the left out one. My wetness grew as he began running his hands all over my body. When he got to my core, I pulled down my skirt and let him touch my married pussy through the fabric of my panties.

"Don't stop!" I cried out as he lightly pressed his large finger into my messy hole. The nipple that he had just been sucking on began leaking again and I felt like a leaky faucet.

I parted my legs to allow easier access to this God of a man. He knew exactly where to touch me to please me. He knew exactly how much pressure to apply to send me just to the edge but not over it. No longer was it just my breasts that needed release.

"You like that, don't you honey?" He sneered as he moved aside my panties and pressed a finger in my pussy. "You like it when a black man takes control, don't you cunt?"

The words stung, but I nodded as I really did like it. My husband was a nice, gentle guy, but apparently this real man was showing me what I really needed.

I felt his finger go all the way in to his third knuckle and I thought I was in heaven. Slowly he pulled out and pushed back in. I squirted breast milk on him and he caught it in his mouth.

The thought of what we were doing and that if anyone walked in on us right then was too much for my body to take and I cried out as an orgasm rocked through me.

"You ain't seen nothin' yet," he said as he pulled out his finger and pushed it to my mouth. At first I was reticent. What girl licks her own juice? But he was insistent, so I tentatively opened my mouth and took a taste.

"Eat it!" He commanded.

I threw caution to the wind and began licking and sucking his finger like there was no tomorrow. It didn't taste as bad as I'd imagined. In fact, it had a rather pleasant, sweet taste. I could tell by the taste that I was ovulating. The naughtiness of that sent another orgasm through my body.

He pulled his finger out of my mouth and said, "suck it."

I leaned forward for another taste of my mother cum, but he shook his head and pointed down to his throbbing, twitching cock.

My eyes widened in shock. I had never done such a thing. And to think this was a black man in a public place. I didn't have much more time to think as he gently shoved me to my knees. I had a nasty thought that this was a reversal of the "old" days.

Cupping my milky breasts in my hands, I squirted milk all over his big black cock; the whiteness of the milk contrasting greatly with his chocolate skin.

"Oh baby, you know what daddy like," he leaned back his head and groaned as I pursed my lips and opened my mouth on his massive dick. It could not compare to my husband's and I struggled to get the head in my mouth. Once past that, the shaft was pretty easy.

Holy fuck it was huge
! Even after being stretched by a baby, I wasn't sure that I would be able to fit it inside of me. My milk tasted delicious as I slurped my lips over his sensitive head. He bucked his hips and moaned like a dying man as my hot mouth encased his shaft. Without gagging, I was only able to accommodate half his cock. I felt so depraved kneeling before this tall, strong stranger as I did things to him that I had never done outside my marriage bed.

"Ooh yeah," he stroked and played with my breasts while I slicked up his shaft with my milk and spit. As I played with his large balls, I noticed a familiar glint on my finger. My ring. My heart caught in my throat as I thought about what I was doing - and more importantly, why. I was committing a grave sin and I knew it. But I couldn't help it, this black stranger had some kind of hold over me.

He pulled me up then, his big, strong arms flexing and rippling like a boxer's or wrestler's. I could've resisted. I could've told him no, I need to go home - oh, who was I kidding? I had no control over my own sexuality. He was bringing emotions out in me that I hadn't known I had. As cheesy as it sounds, I'd obey him. If he said jump, I'd do it.

"What did you say your name was, again?" I asked huskily as he sat me back on the large counter and spread my sopping wet legs open.

"Mark," he said in a deep, booming voice. "Yours?"

"Jen," I replied.
So, I was going to commit adultery with a black man named Mark
.

"Nice to meet you," he said and dove into my hotbox.

"Oh my God!" I cried out, not caring what any passerby thought. His mouth felt sublime as his tongue and lips danced erotically over my ultra-sensitive nubbin. I hadn't yet had any sexual attention since the birth - partly because my husband wasn't really interested and also because I was just so fucking tired all the time. But I now see that my body was, indeed, ready to continue her drive.

"Mmm," he hummed as he pulled back, a string of my sticky cum clinging to his large lips, "just as sweet as Mama's apple pie."

I snorted, not knowing whether to take that as a compliment or be offended. He lifted my legs and wrapped them around his head as he continued his treasure hunting. My husband liked to diddle me for a few minutes before sex, but he never went down on me. His excuse was that he couldn't stand the smell. But there was hell to pay if one day went by without a blow-job.

This guy, though - he knew how to please a woman. He darted his big tongue deep into my dark cavern, caressing my thighs with his massive hands. I knew he must be as ready for me as I was for him.

I wanted him inside my wet pussy so badly that I could taste it. At that moment, I didn't care about breaking my marriage vows. I just needed him.

He seemed to sense this as he stopped sucking my clit and brought his cum-covered lips to mine as he pressed his needy body into me. I could feel his massive hard-on pressing urgently against my legs.

"Take me!" I cried as I pushed my hips forward for easier access. I tasted myself on his mouth and it drove me crazy.
How had I never been exposed to my own taste before? Why did it take a stranger to awaken my latent sexual desires
?

He grabbed an empty cup and held it in front of my breasts. "Fill it," he commanded.

I squirted milk into the cup, wondering what he was going to do with it.
Was he going to drink it
? My pussy contracted at that thought. He took the cup of my warm mother's milk and had me open my pussy as wide as I could get it as he slowly dribbled my breast milk inside.

Oh God
! I squirmed as the warm wetness filled my steaming pussy. This was the oddest sensation I had ever felt and it turned me on like nothing ever had. When my pussy was filled to the brim with my own milk, he set the cup aside and pressed his thick, hulking manhood up against my milk-filled pussy lips.

As he pushed the head of his dick in, displacing the milk, I could feel my hot milk sloshing around inside me. It ran out of my pussy and puddled on the floor. The further he pressed, the more milk was displaced until he had bottomed out.

That was when I remembered that I was ovulating. "Just don't cum inside me," I panted as he peppered my face with hot, wet kisses. He pulled my body close to his, pressing my milk-filled breasts up against his rock-hard chest. I couldn't believe I was doing this.

"Not my problem, babe," he said callously as he slowly pulled out and pushed back in. He mashed my breasts to him, causing milk to dribble down his gorgeous chest.

I started to protest, but then I realized that he was right. This was my problem. I was the one who wanted and needed him. He was fulfilling his part of the bargain, the rest was up to me. I groaned inwardly at the thought of trying to explain to my husband why our baby wasn't white. At least getting knocked up by a white guy you could pretend. Not so with a black man.

With a quiet determined resolution to keep his baby, I accepted my fate. I wasn't seeking another baby this close, but I wasn't going to turn it down, either. If this God of a man wanted to knock me up, who was I to argue?

Once I had accepted the fact that I was very likely to get pregnant from this encounter, it allowed me to let my emotional hair down - if you will. If I was going to get knocked up by a big black man, I was going to go all out.

"Fuck me!" I cried, spreading my legs open for his easier access. "Put a baby in me." My lips sought out his and I kissed him just as passionately as I had my husband when we first made love.

"You got it, babe," he smiled as he thrust his mighty cock deep inside my ovulating, milk-filled pussy. "Just don't call me when your husband splits."

I nodded, beyond caring at that point. I'd find a way to make it on my own. After all, I had nine-months to figure things out. Maybe I'd move back home, although my conservative parents are going to have a fit when they realize that their sweet, innocent little girl got bred by a big, black man.

I pulled him closer to me, needing to feel his manliness next to my soft skin. My motherly instincts kicked in as I snuggled him close to my breast. With his rock-hard cock pounding inside me, he lowered his lips to my tender breasts and began suckling. I have never felt so many dizzying sensations at one time and I almost screamed in ecstasy. His soft lips nibbled and suckled at my breasts as his cock danced deliciously in my pussy.

Suddenly, I wanted this to be more than a one-time fling. Then I remembered that he didn't want me to hit him up for money. I didn't want the money, I argued with myself, I just wanted him inside me. I wanted to feel his potent sperm filling my fertile, ovulating womb to the brim with his baby-making cum.

"Tell me we can do this again!" I begged, knowing that I was headed down a path of no return. I could never have sex with my husband again after knowing a "real" man.

"Perhaps," he said, his white teeth gleaming through his lips. "I'll be here next week at the same time and place. Perhaps you'll bring some of that milk with you."

"Thank you," I cried as I pulled him further into my aching, needy pussy. He was pressing up against my cervix and I wondered if - since it had recently been stretched - I could fit him inside. "Push in my cervix," I moved my hips around until his cock-head was positioned right at the entrance.

"You, too, like to live dangerously, eh?" He said as he grunted and took delight in filling up my tiny cervix with his monstrous cock.

Oh God, I couldn't believe that he was this far inside me
! I felt like I was impaled to the counter with his massive member. He grabbed me by the hair and began acting rough.

"You like that, don't you, slut?"

I nodded as a tear escaped my eye. I felt fulfilled in ways that I had only dreamed of. If not for my leaky breasts, I would've never met my new lover. I didn't care if I had to sneak around on my husband every week to see him. I just wanted him to own me.

"Say it," he slapped me as he pushed his dick all the way into my cervix.

"I...I want it."

"Want what?" he brought his hand down upon my cheek again.

My face stung, but I needed his approval. I needed him to tell me what to do; what to think. "I need your black seed inside my fertile womb."

No sooner then the words were out of my lips, I felt his body stiffen. He grunted like a rutting animal and thrust his cock deeply into my unprotected cervix and released his potent baby-making seed inside me.

"Keep cumming!" I cried out, completely forgetting where we were. I was surprised that the manager hadn't walked in on us. Perhaps that could be arranged next week. He
was
kinda cute.

The man must've unloaded a gallon of sperm inside my fertile belly as he just lay over me while his dick spasmed inside my pussy. When he finally pulled out, he directed me to get my clothes.

"Don't forget. Next week. I think I'll introduce you to some of my bros."

I quickly dressed, realizing that I was a complete and utter mess. I had milk all over my clothes, cum running down my legs and my hair was frazzled. But I was filled. I had done something that I had vowed never to do and I was eager to come back next week and do it again.
I wonder what a gang-bang with his friends was going to be like
?

Expressing my Desire

Nikita Storm

It had been an awfully long time since I had been to the gym. Nearly a year, by my calculations. Until I had gotten pregnant, I had been very active in weightlifting, yoga and swimming. But, things happened, and my body underwent some massive changes and I just didn't feel like working out anymore.

That was going to change, however. Today.

I waited until my little one was asleep before leaving her with my husband. I figured that going to the gym at night would give me the privacy that I needed to get back into shape while I was still lactating.

It wasn't until I arrived at the gym, that I realized that I had forgotten to express myself before leaving.
Well shit
! I was bound and determined that I wasn't going to let something like that stand in my way. It had been far too long since I had worked out and I was feeling slothful and a little flabby. I was just going to have to be careful so that my over-flowing milky breasts didn't squirt all over the place and make a big scene.