33-Pack CHEATING Megabundle (39 page)

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 my 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.

Cuckolded by the Next-Door Neighbor

Nikita Storm

It all started innocently enough: the black couple in the apartment next to mine invited me over for a nice meal. Sounds good. The walls were paper thin and I could hear them arguing every night. I don't really know about what, but I have to admit that it started bothering me.

When I pressed them as to why they were doing this, they just said that since neither of them had family in the area, they thought they'd get to know their neighbors a bit better. Other than me, the only neighbor in the immediate vicinity was an old, grizzled trucker who spent ninety percent of his time living out of cab. That left me.

When I arrived that evening and stepped into their cozy apartment, I was nearly bowled over by the intoxicating aroma of freshly-baked bread and pasta. My stomach growled in anticipation.

We made small talk while Latisha finished preparing dinner. She was wearing a stunning red dress that hugged every curve of her body.

Her husband Marc and I discussed the state of affairs of the nation, our top picks in the NFL playoffs and a plethora of other subjects. By the time dinner had arrived, we were each on our second beer.

No sooner than the food was put on the table, then we both dug in. Throughout dinner, I watched the two of them interact. Latisha was a very attractive, young black woman. She had shoulder length black hair, brown eyes and a very pretty smile. Although I had never been with a black woman, there was just something about her that struck me and my cock twitched at the sight of her.

Every time she served us, she bent over, allowing a small peek of her ample breasts down her revealing blouse. I doubted that it was intentional, but it was extremely arousing.

One thing that I noticed was that neither of them looked or talked to each other. When I held a conversation with one, the other would speak to me, but not to the spouse. This told me that there was a lot more going on here than I knew about.

About halfway through the dinner, once we'd had a beer or two in us, Marc pulled me aside and asked if he could talk to me in private. I agreed, figuring that this was the real reason that they had brought me over.

Obviously, there was something going on in their relationship and they wanted me to help them out in some way. I didn't know what I could do, but I figured that if I could help them at all, maybe it would be worth it.

He led me to their bedroom and closed and locked the door. This must be serious.

"What's up?"

He looked at me for a moment, probably trying to decide if he could really trust me and then sighed.

"It's Latisha and I," he admitted, his large, muscular shoulders sagging under the weight of his marital problems.

I nodded in understanding. "What seems to be the problem?" I felt like the odd man out. Here I was, a nice upstanding white man and this black couple wanted me to help them with their relationship. What could I possibly offer that they couldn't get from somewhere else? I guess I would find out a few minutes.

Even though the doors were locked and we were well out of hearing range, he lowered his voice to a whisper. "You see," he looked around nervously, "it's like this. Most black men have large penises – as you are probably well aware – and women have come to expect this. Black women, that is. Well, you see..."

I watched as a torrent of emotions flooded across his face. I still didn't know what he was trying to tell me, but whatever it was, it must've been very important.

"Ah hell," he said, frustrated, and began pulling down his pants. "It's easier for me just to show you."

I watched him with an arched eyebrow as he undressed in front of me. But once his dick popped out of his underwear, I understood his dilemma.

"Holy shit!" I couldn't believe what I was looking at.

Relief flooded his face when I didn't laugh at him. "See? Do you understand my problem?"

I nodded, but I still didn't understand what he thought I could do about it. But at least I had some insight into what the problem was.

"So, let me guess, but Latisha doesn't like your small dick?"

He nodded again. "Exactly."

I looked down at his dick again and realized that it couldn't have been any longer than 3 inches. And that was being generous. "So what is it you want me to do about it?"

He looked away again as though he couldn't bear to face me. "See, that's the thing, it's not so much the small dick that's the problem, it's that I can't pleasure her in bed with it. She says she can barely even feel it."

I put an awkward arm around his shoulder. I can understand where he was coming from, even though my dick was on the large size. "That's rough man," I consoled him.

"Yeah."

"So," I asked, "other than that one problem, how's the rest of your marriage?"

His eyes lit up. "Fine. Perfect, even. But that one thing is dragging us down."

He pulled his pants up and we both kinda looked around the room as the question swirled in my mind. Finally, I decided to just get it out in the open and ask him.

"So, uh," I fidgeted as I tried to think of a delicate way to say this. "So what do you want me to do about this?" I nearly smack myself over the head as I realized that maybe he just wanted to vent to someone and didn't need anything from me. To my surprise, however, he really did want my help.

"I know we haven't known each other for very long, Jerry," he started, but I waved him off.

"Don't worry about it, bro. You're a good friend and that's all that matters. Now if there's any way possible that I can help your marital troubles, count me in."

A large grin crept across his face and his eyes lit up and - for a moment - I wondered what I was getting myself into. And then he told me.

"I knew I could count on you." He clapped me on the back. "Latisha's told me that all she needs to be happy is a big fat cock inside her cunt. Pardon the language."

His gaze traveled down toward my jeans and I had the sudden feeling that I was being sized up like a fatted calf. I was starting to wonder if this really was for his wife. After all, the two of us were locked in his bedroom and he had just showed me his cock. I waited for him to continue.

"The reason we been fighting for the past few weeks is because I don't like any of her suggestions. She even had the gall to ask me about one of her ex-boyfriends. Can you dig that?"

I shook my head, still not comprehending where this was all leading to. I just came here for the dinner, I thought to myself.

"But you – you're a guy I can trust." He smiled again. "You're not gonna go run off with my woman in the middle of the night and steal her away."