0 comments/ 62526 views/ 6 favorites Tales from the MILF Store By: paintrain Janice Demise was nearly a half-hour early to pulling into her parking spot at work. She worked as a cashier in a major department store in the Midwest. She waved briskly at her co-worker Ruthann Smythe as they walked into the store together. Ruthann pulled aside her short carrot-topped friend and in a sing-songy voice said, "Something got into you last night." "Yep, sure did, and a lot more than once I might add." They both walked into the cash office to pick up their register drawers. "Really? So how many times did Richard bring it home?" asked Ruthann in a very interested tone. "Well let's just say I had five homers, and he had two." Janice answered smugly. "Wow, must be true what they say about the brothers," said Ruthann, "When you're done with him, I'm on deck for Richard Jensen." "Hey Ruthie, you had your chance at the company party. You decided to go home with 'big' Steve Jackson didn't you?" shot back Janice. As a 5 foot 10 inch brunette with a 36C chest and legs that would a dancer to shame. Ruthann recalled how she had enticed 6 foot 2 inch blonde, blue eyed Steve to her home after the party. He promptly laid her down on the living room floor, fucked her leaking pussy for about three minutes before he came inside her, and then even more promptly fell asleep while his seven and a half inch cock deflated inside her. The next morning she had tried to get him to redeem himself to no avail. Steve had the nerve to say she didn't turn him on enough. Since her divorce Ruthann had slept with at least 10 other guys at the store, some younger, some older, and she'd had no complaints and many compliments. She loved to fuck, and she was good at it, many men had told her so. She knew it was because Steve was still a little boy when it came to sex. 'What a shame too, all that meat gone to waste.' thought Ruthann. "Well ya know Jan, we all live and learn. Some guys are all flash and NO substance. Glad to hear Rich has both, and I'm warning you right now, that unless you two are exclusive, he's fair game." retorted Ruth. "We aren't exclusive, and probably won't be, but I'll tell you this Ruthie, if I can't keep him happy, he's free to go elsewhere, long as I get him on a regular basis. Right now I'm ready to go to work, and I hope I get the chance to go for another ride on the black pole soon." Snapped Janice. What the cat fighting pair didn't see was 35 year old Gloria Persons in the cash vault listening to every word. 19 year old Richard Jensen came into the cash office to get his cash drawer as Janice and Ruthann were leaving for their lanes. "Hey ladies, talking 'bout me I hope." as more of a statement than a question. Jan replied warmly. "All good too, very good." With a look of approval and satisfaction. Ruthann added, "Yeah too good to be true, I may have to find out for myself." Richard thought to himself, 'Soooo Steve must not be getting the job done for Ruthie." Blonde Gloria Parsons peaked through the crack in the vault door at the young black cashier. Janice and Ruthann had spoke as if he were a master in the bedroom. Her ex-husband Greg was a superior lover and though she had tried on several occasions, none of her recent dates had matched Greg in skill or stamina. Maybe.... she pondered. Richard saw Gloria looking at him through the crack in the vault. At 5' 1" she was a petite thing but very sure of herself. 'It might be fun to see what Glo's like in the sack,' he thought. "Okay Glo, you can come out now and tell me what Ruthie and Jan were saying about me," he teased. "Was it ALL good?" "Rich my man, it was so good, it was bad." She laughed. Richard wasn't exactly sure how to take that, and decided he had to play Gloria a bit more carefully. "Sometimes bad is bad, but sometimes it's VERY good." He chuckled. As Gloria Persons pondered even more, Richard Jensen went to work. As he traveled to his assigned lane, he passed by his friend and co-worker Harry Waffle. Harry was probably about the only other guy there that could give him a run for his money with the MILF's. Age 20, he stood about 5'7" had dark blond hair a Fu Manchu moustache and was extremely lean. As time allowed they would exchange valuable data on the MILF's and babes at the store. Rich m'man, how's it hangin'?" Harry asked as he approached. "Straight up an' down Waff man." Rich replied. "How's 'bout you?" "I broke the rule last week man, didn't mean to, but I was just too weak." Harry admitted. The guys had just one rule when it came to laying pipe to the women at the store. They vowed to never touch a married woman. Harry looked a little sheepish and told Richard. "You know there is only one attached babe here that would make me that weak." Richard knew Harry's Achilles' heel was one hot little married babe named Carole VonDame. And Richard knew that she wanted Harry too, he saw the way she was grinding all up on Harry at the company party. Harry would have had to been gay to not get turned on by that, and Harry was as much man as he was. "Shame on ya, Waff man, hope the old man doesn't find out." mocked Richard. "Huh, I'm not worried about that little geek, I just feel bad about the whole adultery thing man." said Harry. "Well just don't let it happen again bro, too much other good and single stuff here to hit." offered Richard as he nodded over toward Jan. "Gotta tell me about it one of there days, Rich." "We'll catch up soon, Harry, I wanna hear about you and Carole too, later." It was a busy day at the store, so time passed quickly. Richard chatted with customers, and other co-workers. Neither Janice nor Ruthann were anywhere near him today. 'It was just as well' Richard thought, he was preoccupied with ways to make a smooth move on Gloria Persons. Gloria's little daydream about Richard turned out to be just that. After he had left she went back about her business, and he never entered her head for the rest of the day. She clocked out at 4:00 pm and went into the store to pick up a few things for dinner. Her two boys would be staving by time she got home, and she was tired from putting in a full day. She was standing in the bread isle when she felt warm, no hot breath on the back of her neck, and a pair of strong hands rubbing her shoulders just right, easing her aching muscles. "Looking for something quick and easy gorgeous?" asked Richard in that husky tone that hit women where they lived. "Had enough of the quick and easy." Gloria shot back. "So I'll give you exactly 2 hours to stop with the hands." His hands massaged lower into her back across her bra backstrap, as he thought better of undoing it there in the store. "Well Glo being a musician, I tend to be very good with my hands, among other things." He said. 'Oh if only I could believe that' thought Gloria, she had been disappointed so many times before. 'Damn Greg for being such a hard act to follow! He may have only had six and a half inches, but he sure knew how to use it. Maybe she wasn't good enough to satisfy him, why did he leave and take his sweet stick with him?' "Gloria, whatever you're thinking about, it can't be as good as what my hands are doing right now." continued Richard. "Mmm, it's a start Mr. Magic Hands. What else are you good at?" she asked, knowing full well what the answer would be. "You let me shed these clothes and I'll be glad to show you. Glo." Richard pressed his huge hard-on into her ass. Gloria gulped and got her cell phone out of her purse and dialed. "Mom, I've got to work late tonight, can you please go to my place and get the boys. Let them stay with you and dad tonight; I'll be at it late tonight. Thanks, mom, no get them right now, the sooner the better. See ya." Gloria hung up the phone. "Follow me back to my place Rich, and I hope you're as good as your word." she said in a warning tone. "Gloria D. Persons, you've heard my references earlier today, don't sweat it." replied Richard. "Yeah, I heard 'em, but believe me, I have higher standards and a lot more to compare than those two," she countered. "You buddy boy are the Great Black Hope." As they entered her 4 bedroom ranch, Gloria was busy laying down a few ground rules. "Okay Richard first of all, I'm not looking for love, just relief. Just because you have a big dick doesn't mean you know how to use it. If I'm uncomfortable in any way, and I say no more, I mean no more." "Are you through Blondie?" asked Richard in a somewhat harsh voice. Because I came here to have a good time, to relieve some pressure for both of us, and enjoy a laugh or two. So I have just one question for you." Then he paused. Gloria's voice softened some as she looked up at him with her baby blues sparkling. "Well, I'm waiting Rich." "What I want to know is... are you..... TICKLEISH!" With that he grabbed and tickled her ribcage, she howled in laughter, squealed and raced around the house with Richard in hot pursuit until they ended up in the master bedroom. They collapsed on her bed as he tickled her underarms, all the way down to her waist. "No more, no, no more pleeeeease," she begged through gales of laughter, tears rolling down her cheeks. It was then that Gloria realized what she had been missing with every other lover since Greg. FUN, Richard was making her laugh and enjoy the idea of getting naked. He stopped the tickling and kissed her sucking firmly on her lips while dueling with her tongue. "You know what the problem with clothes is?" she asked breaking the kiss. "They're always in the way at the worst possible time." "Last one naked has to sleep in the wet spot!!" chimed Richard. "There's an incentive," laughed Gloria, coming out of her blouse. Richard was already down to his underwear when Gloria saw his 8 inch pussy shredder poking through the waistband. Gloria knew however that size was no guarantee of performance. 'Wow if he really knows how to use that, this maybe a REALLY good night after all.' she thought to herself. Still in her lacy pink bra and panties her body had very little, if any, body fat to show. Proportioned nicely her 34B sized tits, nicely complimented her 25 inch waist and 36 inch hips, a very shapely package indeed. A package that was ready to get the show going, having seen the star attraction. "Aw, it's on now mother fucker, Richard, I want to suck your dick." Gloria proclaimed hungrily. "Now!" She moved towards him and removed his boxer briefs, his cock stood tall and proud, leaking clear pre-cum. Gloria wrapped her arms around his waist and pulled him onto the bed, Richard kicked his shorts free of his legs and feet. Gloria quickly moved her face down to his mammoth blood-filled erection, she engulfed the dark mushroom shaped with her lips, and her tongue investigated the entire rim of his meat. This drove Richard wild and he let her know. "Suck my black dick you horny blonde bitch! You have to earn this dick, lick it, suck it Glo." Gloria was intent on making him happy, she tickled his frenulum lightly with her tongue causing him to force more of his cock into her mouth. Her right hand cupped his balls, as she gingerly moved her tongue up and down the underside of his long hard rod. As she did so she moaned her pleasure and he felt the vibrations. "Mmmm, this black monster tastes so fuckin' good. It's HOT baby, I can't wait to taste your cum." Her mouth encircled its head again, as both hands wrapped as much as they could around the shaft twisting and jacking it off. Richard was holding back as much as he could, wanting to gain more control he reached onto Gloria's back and unsnapped her bra. He then pulled her body over his in a 69 position and sucked at her clit through her panties. "Nunghha," Gloria groaned in pleasure. She rubbed her pebble-sized nipples against his stomach as the expertise of Richard's cunt-lapping distracted her concentration on his huge hard-on. "Oww, get it Richard, I'm gonna cream in my drawers. I'm cummin' for you, it's gonna explode for you honey! Ohmigawddddddd." Gloria howled in delight. Her hands gripped his dick tightly as an orgasm ripped through her body and thoroughly soaked her already drenched panties. Richard ripped them from her ass, seeing the light blonde hair covering her mound. Gloria laughed and said, "Well those weren't good for anything else anyway." "Yeah but what you've got in your hands is more than ready for action Glo." he replied, drawing her attention back to the rock solid cock she held. She bent down to take it in her mouth once more, licking the slit through to the frenulum then circling the extremely sensitive head. She felt the head open as she sucked hard on it. She freed it from her mouth with a loud pop, and suddenly white hot lava flowed from the head. Loads of it just spreading like vanilla icing on a chocolate cake, it spilled down his pulsing shaft as Gloria attempted to lick as much as she could. "Uhhh..... uhhhh..........uhhhhh, grunted Richard. His balls were emptying and his cock was sensitive to every touch of Gloria's tongue. "Blondie you have got some major skills," complimented Richard. "Now hop up on Black Beauty and let me take you for a ride." Gloria was impressed. Even Greg needed a few minutes to recharge after one of her suction specials. Richard was still hard as a brick, and Gloria was ready to take advantage of that. She slid down his body with her ass facing him, and then she rose over his thick black pole and lowered herself slowly onto it. "Yeah mother fucker, open me up. Bust my cunt wide open you black stallion. Give it to me, give it all to me. Fuck, you turn me on!" she moaned. As her ass hit bottom she steadied herself on his thigh with her left hand, and raised her right arm and hand in the air like she was riding a bucking horse. And she was, Richard was pounding her fast and furious, sliding right past her G-spot with every stroke. "You want it all, bitch, you got it all. All 8 black fuckin' inches." he retorted as he smacked her ass with his right hand. Her ass rose and fell with each of his retreats and returns. "Shit, Oh gawd, oh baby, oh yeahhhh. Oh I needed this dick, sogoodsogoodsogoodsogoodsofuckingooooood. Yeah baby, I'm your blonde bitch, whenever you want me Richard. Gawd you make my pussy feel so good Richard." Gloria babbled on as she came continuously. She put her arms behind her and leaned backwards on the bed giving Richard's pistoning cock more direct access to her G-spot. At the same time he reached in front of her and put one hand on her hard clit rubbing it furiously. His other hand was on her lower stomach, directly above her 'G'. He could feel his dickhead assail it on each upward stroke. As Gloria grinded her hips savagely on Richard's pussy shredder, she could feel the most enormous climatic peak of her life coming on. She continued to mumble under her breath. "Fucking me so good, pussy feels so good, gonna make it cum somemore. Don't stop... don't stoppp.... Ohhh don't stopp. She turned her head to kiss him and shove her tongue down his throat. That did it! Pussy juice streamed from her shooting halfway across the room, as her pussy clamped down tight on his invading cock. Richard came too, hot white sperm hitting its target deep inside her little blonde cooch. It was all too much for Gloria, her legs shot straight out, and she collapsed back onto Richard as his cock came popping out of her cooze. But you know what? It didn't matter to Gloria, as she had completely lost consciousness. The pleasure short-circuited her, so as soon as Richard was sure she'd be okay, he got dressed, promptly put her in the wet spot and went home. The next morning Gloria saw that he had left a note letting her know to be sure to beat him out of his clothing next time. Gloria thought to herself 'he is a man of his word after all.' As she smiled and got ready to face her day satisfied for the first time in a very long time. Tales from the MILF Store Ch. 02 Five foot two inches, closely cropped carrot colored red-orange hair with a 36D sized chest. Janice Damise sat in the snack bar of the department store she worked as a cashier in taking stock of herself. Losing 30 pounds, she had slimmed down nicely after her tiny-needle-dick husband Al had left her and her two kids for a younger model just out of high school. 'He should know better', she thought to herself. But then at age 36 Al was using that pencil dick of his to do his thinking. "Not much of a brain there," she mused, smiling inwardly. While Al had been Janice's first and only lover she had seen pornos of more well-endowed men. Al sometimes brought them home to get them (read HIM) more in the mood. Janice found the ones featuring black men consuming their women with huge powerful hard-ons particularly arousing. The subject found its way into her fantasies one more than one occasion. As Janice sat in the snack bar, legs crossed and lightly shaking her left leg, she felt the itch start between her legs. "Damn," she muttered under her breath, "Maybe his dick was pitiful, but he SURE could use his tongue. And I need some relief, soon!" "What relief? You're already on break," said her co-worker Ruthann Smythe. Ruthann then looked down to see the points of Janice's nipples poking through her rust colored knit top. "Oh, that kind of relief," giggled Ruthann. "Chill out Ruthie" hissed Janice, "I am climbing the walls, and I need a MAN." "Naw, what you need is about eight inches of hot Grade-A prime power prick pumped into your bun Jan." Janice sighed, "If only I knew where to find it, girl." After her divorce, Ruthann had gained a reputation as one of the store's baggable babes. She was 32, same age as Jan, and lived in a constant state of horny. Janice didn't want that kind of reputation, but she did need some dick. If anyone could give her a good lead, it would be Ruthann Smythe. "Well ya know Al left you for a younger model, I say turn about is fair play," stated Ruthann. "Why do you think I'm never without a bagboy at my lane?" "Well, for one thing you're always telling 'em you aren't wearing underwear." "I don't." Ruthann replied. "And the way you were dancing at the Company Party melted the snow in the parking lot," commented Janice. Ruthann laughed, "yeah and I got to check out a lot of packages before I decided which one to take home and unwrap too." "Lucky you," said Janice with a hint of envy in her voice. "Speaking of which, I don't know how you feel about hot chocolate, but Richard Jensen is coming over, and he's one of those eight-incher's I was mentioning earlier. I haven't had the pleasure yet, but when we had a slow dance at the party, he was VERY happy to see me. Catch my drift?" Janice's interest piqued at this, Richard was black, intelligent, handsome, and articulate. At five foot five he had just enough height to match her comfortably. He had just been promoted from bagger to cashier. Most importantly, for the first time, she might have found an answer to her horny little dilemma and her fantasy all in one. "Boy it is sure slippery outside, I fell coming into the store, I think it's worker's comp time," Richard joked as he approached the table. But really all I hurt was my pride." "From what I've heard that's not all you could have hurt," Janice said with a wink. Janice couldn't believe what had come out of her mouth, and could only hope it went over Richard's head. Ruthann thought to herself, 'ahh Jan IS a dark meat girl', and settled back to see how this initial volley would play out. Richard had his eye on Janice ever since he'd heard about her divorce, and knew there was a good chance she would need some TLC soon. Here was his opening to get into her opening. "Oh no, I always protect my tools, never know when I might need to TCB, Jan." Richard said in his deep throaty voice. 'Uhhhh' thought Janice as his reply shot right to her pleasure center. Ruthann started thinking, 'damn this boy is good, and Jan is ready to give it up now! Hell so am I!' she groaned to herself. As Janice squirmed her leaking crotch into her seat she queried, "TCB? What's that?" Richard leaned in so that she could smell the heady scent of 'Very Sexy for Men' as well as get an unmistakable look at the 'tool' their banter was causing to excite. He then whispered in her ear, "TCB is short for Taking Care of Business, Jan. You DO believe that TCB is essential don't you?" Her breath caught in her throat, and her nipples strained to push free of her all too thin bra and the tight knit top. A sight Richard was all too aware of. "May I join you two lovely ladies?" he asked, already taking a seat next to Janice. "M-My break's almost up, b-but I lo--, um like your company, Rich" Looking directly at her hardened nipples then straight into her green eyes Richard said exactly what was on his mind. "Yeah Jan I can see that just fine, because it's definitely not cold in here, in fact the way you're perspiring, I'd say you may be a little HOT." Janice had to gain some control over the situation, this 19 year old black kid had her ready to spread her legs on the snack bar table! "I'd b-better go the bathroom and f-freshen up then; I c-can't go back to work all..." Janice thought better of continuing the sentence, so he finished it for her, huskily saying. "WET? " Jan felt her pussy contract HARD. "Huh?" She asked in a horny haze. "All wet and sweaty, we can't have you go back to work like that. Right?" as Richard sought to reel her back in some from her erotic thoughts. "Hey listen Jan; I'll see if I can get the lane next to you when I PUNCH IN" See ya in the HOLE." Ruthann who had sat silently absorbing the scene admired Richard's smoothness once Janice had left. "Ya know you had her ready to fuck you right here on the table don't ya?" Richard replied half jokingly, "Well after the way you left me at the party, I gotta do something." Then he winked at Ruthann got up and left to work his charm on the Authorized Cashier who had the ability to assign him to the lane next to the very desirable Janice Damise. Leaving Ruthann to question whether she had made the correct choice after leaving the party, and what she might be able to do to fix that. Janice's pussy was like soup. As she walked back to her lane her emotions were a flutter. She felt like a mix between a schoolgirl and a shameless hussy. On the one hand she knew there was this hot younger man that could no doubt fill her and thrill her like she had only imagined in her dreams. Yet on the other hand, this same young kid was 13 years her junior, still in his teens. However, he definitely could push her buttons. 'How, oh how would this play out?' She wondered. All the while knowing exactly what was going to happen, wanting what was going to happen, needing what was going to happen, the only question being when. Yes, Janice Damise was going to be living out her fantasy very soon. The store was relatively slow that day and Richard had kept his word to get assigned to the lane next to Janice. How he did it is another story, maybe for another day. For the most part Janice and Richard kept up their light banter and got to know things about each other that made them like each other even more. Towards the end of the day Richard decided to close the deal. "So Jan, what's on your agenda for this evening? Got something planned with the kids?" Without even thinking Janice bounced back nonchalantly, "No, Al has the kids this week, I'm doing the batchelorette thing.... umm... err.... Why? She finished demurely. "So you wanna do IT with me? The batchelorette thing that is?" he said with a wink. All of a sudden it all fell into place for Janice. The desire, the loneliness, the fantasies, the anger at her ex, and most of all the aching, pounding, pulsing, throbbing, moisture generating from her lower stomach and centered in her very underused pussy. Why not go for it, it's my turn she justified to herself. Janice walked over to his lane pushed her 36-D bosom into his arm and said in a low, sultry tone. "I haven't done IT since my divorce two years ago, I've needed to do IT for a very long time now, and I've wanted to do IT with you since you told me about your 'tool'. Come over tonight and show me what IT is like to be a real woman. Please? I promise you WON'T be sorry." "Jan baby, you don't have to beg. Because by the time tonight is over you'll be begging me to stop." "I wouldn't bet on that mister, I've got a lot to make up for," answered Janice. Surreptitiously reaching for his semi-hard tool and finding more than she'd ever had before she thought to herself. 'It's a good thing I've given birth otherwise I'd never be able to handle THAT!' 'Yeah, she's ready, more than ready' thought Richard. 'I can't wait to see if what they say about redheads is true. I'm gonna tease that bitch until her juice is flowing like a faucet, then I'm gonna plug up the leak. Ohhh, yeah, this store has got so much untouched pussy, and I'm just the one to TCB.' Richard Jensen had been an aficionado of older women ever since one had taken his virginity four years ago. Unfortunately restrictions prevent that story from being told, but it is a HOT tale. In those four years he had learned much and found that if he played it cool, took it easy, and waited. Most women, young or old, would come to him, and in a place like this store, not only would he have a smorgasbord to choose from. Word of mouth would allow him to be choosey, after all the best advertising is a happy customer. Richard knocked on Janice's townhouse door a little before 7:00pm and was greeted by a vision of womanhood. She had a low-cut V-necked knit blouse on, with four buttons in the front, followed by a pair of light blue jeans that were close to being painted on. Janice was equally impressed by Richard's choice of attire, a black silk shirt that was sensual to the touch, and a pair of white Dockers that did nothing to hide his powerful ass, and mighty bulge that she planned to put to good use. "Mister Man, welcome to my humble abode, please come in," she invited. "You look good enough to make a man forget his manners baby." Richard said as he presented her with two perfect lavender roses. Janice thought to herself, 'I am sooo dead, not 30 seconds and I'm ready to rape him. He is smooth with a capital S.' "Well, thank you sir, for the roses and the compliments. Let me say you look scrumptious yourself. Come on in, I am REALLY looking forward to tonight." Her hard nipples sticking through her blouse punctuating her point, as she continued. "What else do you have there?" pointing to the package in his hand as he entered. As he held up a couple of CD's he replied, "a little soft jazz to cuddle up on the dance floor with. You do dance don't you Jan?" "It's been forever, but I love it, let's hear what you've got." She took the three CD's and put them in her changer. As the smooth sounds of Brian Cuthbertson, Fattburger, and Fourplay wafted from the speakers Richard held out his arms and motioned for her to enter them. "Come here pretty lady, let me feel your warm sexy body in my arms. You look too good to waste." Janice blushed and giggled uncontrollably, as she advanced into his arms. "You know I did fix us something to eat." She offered. He inhaled, "Ummhmm and it smells HOT!" Richard replied in a low whisper, hot breath blowing in her ear and straight to her center. "You really go after what you want don't you Rich?" "Life's too short not to babe." He replied confidently. Janice settled in with her head against his shoulder sighing, "And tonight you want me... hmmm lucky me" As they rocked and swayed to the music her right hand caressed the back of his head softly at first then with more urgency, Janice felt the long hard hot tube of meat surging against her stomach, and her crotch began grinding up to it, as if trying to scratch a controlling itch As more of a reflex more than anything else her left leg hooked Richard's powerful thigh and straining to get closer to it. Richard leaned in to claim their first kiss, lightly at first, their lips barely touching, and as the heat between them rose their tongues met and pressed against each other more fervently, his hands seemed to be everywhere, down her sides, the globes of her breasts, her back, lower and lower on her back until he grabbed a hold of each magnificent ass cheek, which allowed Janice to wrap both legs around his thighs. "Ohh babe" she moaned into his hot mouth. Still dressed, standing in the middle of her living room, they were dry humping each other for all they were worth. Janice rode up and down the large forceful cock as she molded her chest to his, friction making her long sensitive nipples so stiff she felt they might snap off. Her hips were bucking out of control, like a mighty automobile piston. Up and down, back and forth, round and round. Janice's climax was unstoppable, bearing down on her like a freight train she reached underneath Richard's arms and clung to his shoulders. "Yesss, oh yes babe, yes Richard, it's coming baaabe! Aaah, it's coming HARD! Shit! Do me man! Do me, do me, dooo meeee! Whoooaaahh! Janice leaned in and clamped her teeth into his neck and shoulder as she squealed her first male induced orgasm in over two years. Richard grabbed and squeezed her asscheeks together and could hear the squishy sound of her release. Janice's body was a quivering mass of flesh after she had cum. Her breathing ragged and suffering aftershocks from the massive quakes she'd just experienced. She whimpered her pleasure and looked in awe at the young man that had given her more sexual pleasure clothed, than she'd ever had naked with her ex. When she finally recovered enough she released her grip on his thighs and stood on her wobbly legs. "Wow Rich" breathed Janice, "what do you do for an encore?" Richard chuckled, "Encore? Jan baby that was just the overture, Act I is just about to begin." With a blush and a big smile Janice replies, "Oh my gawd, you've already ruined me for anyone else, and I'm not even naked yet." "Jan by the time this night is over I'm gonna have your pink slip, now let's see what's under the hood," as he ripped the V-neck blouse open from the front. 'Better than I even thought,' Richard mused to himself. Nipples still as hard and sharp as pencil lead pointing unabashedly towards him. If it was one thing he had a weakness for, it was long and hard nips. It let him know that he was doing his job. If Janice's tips were any indication, they were in for a long night of hot, dirty, nasty fucking. Janice waited silently hoping that her young but experienced lover would approve of her older but nicely toned body. A body that was still reacting from the aftershocks of their initial encounter, a body that was becoming quickly becoming addicted to the manner of sensations he extracted from her. "Your ex is a fool for not taking advantage what was right under his nose," Richard spoke in a low vibrato that Janice could feel, more than hear. He scooped her into the classic carrying position, as she pointed towards her bedroom. "The stereo is still turned on," said Janice, then realized how foolish her statement was at a time like this. Richard replied, "Baby, you've got a man with almost an 8-inch hard on, and you are looking like you've pissed your pants you're so wet. Don't you think WE'RE a little too turned on to care about that?" Janice kissed his neck and whispered in his ear, "Good point mister, take me to bed and fuck me senseless." "Good answer," was his reply as he carried her upstairs to the bedroom. Once in the bedroom Richard wasted no time making his intentions known. He threw Janice onto her queen-sized bed unsnapped and unzipped her jeans and pulled them off of her. Janice now lay in front of him clad only in a matching sheer bra and pair of bikini panties. Her body covered in a sheen of perspiration, orangish-red hair matted to her forehead, and a matching shade of red showing through her soaked matted panties. Her diamond-tipped tits were nearly boring holes through the thin material of her bra, her arduous breathing caused her 36-D's to heave mightily. Her body was squirming and writhing trying to relieve the heat of her arousal. As Jan looked through desired laden eyes, she realized Richard was still fully dressed, yet the large bulge in the front of his Dockers revealed his desire for her. She had to know what that man-meat looked like, and she had to know NOW. She moved forward towards the object of her desire, and Richard pushed her lightly back towards the bed. She looked at him quizzically. "You'll get to see it Jan, you'll get to touch it, and you'll get to feel it sliding inside of that firecrotch of yours but allow me to unwrap the package. Enjoy the show." He smiled wickedly as he slowly removed his silk shirt, covered her face with it momentarily, and then slid the sensual material erotically down her sensuous body. Her glazed eyes soaked in his body, so far she loved what she saw. He was built but not overly muscular, light amounts of black curly hair running from his chest in a narrow line down to his flat stomach. No six-pack, yet no love handles, mmm she couldn't wait to see best part and that was next! Richard wanted this woman bad, but he also wanted her to remember him forever, so he took his time slowly lowering her panties, reveling in her impatience and hunger. Once he had them off suddenly he grabbed her thighs, knelt down and pulled her cunt down to his hot mouth. "Ohhhh my....gawd!" she gasped. Richard's hot tongue landed at her Perineum the area just above her anus and below her pussy. He then licked his way clockwise slowly around the outer and inner lips of her flowing juicy peach. When he reached her clit at the top of her pulsing pussy he cruelly avoided it, working his way down to the bottom. He opened the lips of her pussy wide and lightly tickled each side. Janice's hips were rotating wildly trying to guide Richard's tongue to her hard blood engorged clitoris. Her arms came down from holding onto the edge of her mattress, and tried to grab his head and hold it still. "Don't you move!" he ordered in a low commanding tone. "Stay right there, you hear me?" She froze, knowing that he would deliver everything she wanted and more. His tongue moved slowly from the bottom of her fire-red dripping love hole to just below her clit, dove deep into her steaming hole giving it a hot french kiss, just like he was kissing her mouth. His tongue then started again at the bottom of her cunt and swept quickly up to her aching clit. Her reaction was swift and immediate, her hands went to her hardened nipples, her back arched as Richard's tongue lapped at her stiffened bud. Her breath exited her as though she had been punched in the stomach. "YESSSSSSSSSSSS!!!! BAAA-BEEE!!! AAAAHHHHH!! SHIT!" she cried. Her ass lifted high off the bed and with his tongue still on her love bud, Richard slid his right middle and ring fingers into her cooch. He sought and found that 2 inch patch of rough skin on the top wall of her pussy and quickly manipulated it to expand and squirt streams of cunt cum flying from between her legs. Richard smiled, and stood back, lest he drown in the steady strong flow. He took advantage of the time to remove his slacks and underwear. Janice's legs scissored back and forth as her body jerked and she pressed her thighs together tightly increasing the pleasure and calming it at the same time. Richard got back down between her legs. Tales from the MILF Store Ch. 02 "What in the WORLD just happened?" asked Janice. "Did I just pee on you? Oh, I hope not. I'm so sorry Rich please forgive me. It-it just came out of nowhere!" He laughed. "Baby, I just said hello to your G, and that was her answer." "M-my G-spot? I-I never knew I had one." She said wide-eyed. "What, you think you're made different from any other woman? All women have them, it's just a matter of know what to look for, or feel for that is." He winked at her. "Ohh, how do you know all this? How do you know what makes me feel so goooood?" Janice commented. "It's like you're inside my head, my body. You're making my every fantasy real. You- you're dangerous, amazing but dangerous, Richard." "And you my dear are rambling, which to me means you need something special," he said as he stood up. He whispered huskily. "Look what I have for you!" Pre-cum flowing from the dark mushroom head, he revealed his thick long and very stiff cock. It stood high, firm and close to his body. To Janice it looked angry and NOT to be denied. It seemed to have a life of its own, and a mind of its own. "Ohhh, I want it man, I want it now. I can't wait any longer Rich, take me! Make me all yours, fuck me good, fuck me now!" Her voice virtually pleaded to be used by him. Truth be told, all of his teasing had taken its toll on Richard as well. His well trained tool had its limits. It was time to make this MILF his. He climbed onto the bed, took her into his arms, and his dick sought the warm wet hole it had been looking for. As if it were trained, the missile found its target, her lubrication, and his pre-cum made initial entry easy. Janice groaned her pleasure loudly, Richard grunted as about four inches in he was blocked. It was obvious she wasn't used to having anything so deep inside her. Janice felt the engorged white-hot tool encounter resistance. Her hips shot up to give him more access. Richard knew he had to open her pussy up gradually. Richard withdrew slightly then got another inch deeper, she drew her hips back as Richard withdrew again. This time when their hips moved toward each other their pelvises met. He took a minute to let her get used to being so full. "Service me baby." Janice insisted. "This pussy is yours man, all yours, give it all you've got!" Richard started grinding his hips in her pussy, his pubic bone and hairs stimulating her clit constantly. Good lord she thought, here I go again! From deep down in her being she felt the rumblings of another massive orgasm starting. Her hands gripped his ass for leverage and control, but mostly because loved it powerful feel in her hands. Her legs rose high on his body and locked around his waist. As she settled in for a wild ride to the edge of ecstasy, she could feel his dick stirring her honeypot. He was swiveling his hips, rotating them as he pulled his mighty tool out of her steaming cunt. He filled her so full she could feel every vein each beat of his pulse, and she loved each new sensation. It was like her first time being fucked, it was her first time being fucked. Never in her best times with Al had it been like this, here she was careening to her third climax and it was the first time Richard had entered her. What an entrance though. What an entrance into this tight little cunt, taut tiny firecrotch. Richard loved it when the carpet matched the drapes. He felt her nails grasping he ass urging him to drill deep, and he was happy to oblige. He pounded her body, Janice's tight little pussy matched the tightest little pussy he'd ever fucked. Hard to believe she's given birth twice, he could get used to this hot little lay. He pulled her in closer, as close as he could get her, their torsos molded together glued by their sweat. Their hips slapping together and the squeaking bedsprings disturbing any of her neighbors that might be trying to sleep. "Talk to me baby," requested Jan. "Is it good to you? I need to know you feel as good as you make me feel." "Oh yeah, Jan I feel your pussy milking my dick, it feels so good," he earnestly complied. "Grind on it baby, work that pussy, work it." Her legs and the heels of her feet traveled from his waist over his ass and down the back of his thighs. Her arms wrapped around his neck and back, she looked up at his dark handsome face, and felt the overwhelming urge to kiss him, her lips feeling the same fire as her cunt. They were on the same wavelength, looking into each other's eyes, their lips locked, tongues tangled, bodies entwined as one. Their hips were banging rapid-fire into each other and the heat was growing. Janice's tight cunt was getting more and more soupy, and Richard's dick was growing harder and even bigger, the pressure in his balls building each minute. She could feel him growing too, and she could tell he was getting ready to explode into her burning pie. He pulled her as close as he could, her white fluids clung to his big black meat. Janice's eyes rolled back into her head, and her nipples dug into Richard's chest. BANG!!! The floodgates were loosed. Her noises were unintelligible. "Gahhh, ahh-ohh-ee-i-arrrgh-ahh-gggeee-ummmmph-oh-oh-oh-oh, I'm fuckin' cummin', I'm cummin' all over your hot black cock!!! Whoa, fuuuck ME" And that was all it took for Richard to unleash his torrential load. No spurts for him, a long steady stream of cum shot straight into Janice's womb as her pussy sucked long and hard on his dick. "Here... it.... Cums! Take it Jan, take every fuckin' drop babe! Take it into that snapper. Ohhhh YEAH! TAKE.... IT.... ALLL! The last few words matched by his hips slamming hers deep into the mattress. Janice's box was overflowing, Richard's bone pulsing strong inside her after emptying its load. She threw her arms flat and outspread on either side of her, her body was again experiencing the most wonderful aftershocks that a woman could feel. "That.. was amazing," when she could finally speak. Richard was feeling mischievous, he flexed his cock inside her pussy. "You're STILL hard after THAT?" she marveled. "Well to my count, that was your 3 to my 1," he said with a smile. "Get up on your hands and knees woman" "Oooooh, I've never been able to do doggie before!" squealed Janice. She scrambled to assume the position. Richard used his semi-hard cock to spank each asscheeks several times. She squealed in pleasure as a reply. Janice's ass high in the air, Richard on his knees moved in behind her on the bed and slid into her easily this time. His hands roamed over her ass, and crossed arms in the middle of her back, hands hold her at the waist. "Now you sexy little cunt show me how much you love my dick. Work that ass, work that pussy!" Janice loved being told how to please her man, and started moving her ass back and forth over the hard black intruder of her pussy. His hands were a steadying factor, guiding her speed and force onto his magnificent pole. She replied to his command. "Yes daddy, whatever you want, your baby wants you to have it." She didn't think it was at all funny to call a man 13 years her junior 'daddy'. He was proving himself to be every bit the man she needed him to be. After about 10 minutes of her following his directive Richard slowly pushed her body down so that she was flat face and torso down on the bed. His left hand moved up to her neck, and his right hand cracked her ass as he pounded her pussy. "Owww," she cried in delight with each crack. "Daddy, this is sooo good!" "You think so? Wait until you feel this" he grunted. With that Richard eased his manicured right thumb into Janice's virgin asshole. She could feel the pressure and again to her amazement she loved it! She could feel his cock rubbing against his thumb between the thin wall separating the in from the out door. 'Will this man's bag of tricks ever end?' She asked herself. As if in answer to her unspoken question, Richard changed his angle aim his cock at her newly discovered 'G-spot'. He leaned in to kiss and lick the back of her neck, all the while pumping about four inches of his massive tool into her gash, getting her G-spot on each in-stroke, add to that the stimulation of his thumb sodomizing of her ass, and it was all she could take. Her pussy literally squeezed and forced his cock out, as more streams of her pussy juice flew out of her. "Uh, uhm, uh," she groaned into the pillow, her body flopped around like it had been hit with 220 volts of pure electricity. Janice was so satisfied, she could have easily gone to sleep a contented woman. She rolled over and cuddled next up to Richard. And she saw that he wasn't quite done with her yet. His dick was just as hard as when they first started and she was mesmerized. She thought about giving him head, with her tiny little white mouth, it would be no easy feat. Besides, she had never done it before. Besides being a good cunt lapper and straight missionary man, her ex Al had never let her do anything else but jack him off. 'What would it taste like?' she wondered. 'A man-sized cock like Rich's has to taste fantastic.' She began to move down his chest.... "Maybe later Jan," Richard said as he stopped her progress. "That's a little much for your mouth to handle now." Jan was a bit disappointed, but also curious about what was next. It had been a night of surprises and she had loved every single one. Richard laid straight back, hands folded underneath his head. Climb aboard baby, the black pole is waiting. 'Oh yes,' thought Janice, what a riiide'. She slid effortlessly down his pole and started humping him madly from the minute she hit bottom. He reached out to grab her pendulums and take her nipples into his mouth. His tongue attacked them voraciously. First one then the other, his right hand reached around her shapely ass, and stuck his middle finger in the rosebud of her asshole. "Fuck it Jan, fuck my big black dick. Make it cum again, girl, squirt that hot juice up in ya." Ride my dick baby, ride it hard. He growled. She did her best to fulfill his command. Her ass was pumping hard down onto his fucking monster. Sweat poured from her body as she headed towards her fifth big climax of the evening. Richard took his finger from her ass and she sat straight up on him, and started grinding back and forth. She braced her hands on his stomach and bounced up and down. He could feel his cock ready to spew his cream straight into her well-fucked pussy. He wanted her to cum with him. He reached behind her with both hands and cracked her ass HARD! With a loud, "UHH!" Her nipples once more grew taut, her body arched forward and stiffened, her head shot back, and her pussy milked a large load of cum from the massive tool deep inside her. As he shot up inside her, the cream of her cunt bathed his tool with an equal amount of nectar. She collapsed on top of her dark lover, bodies still joined at the crotch. "This has been the best night of my life man. But please Richard, please. Tell me we're done for tonight?" she begged. "I don't know if I can handle anymore pleasure." "Um Jan, Did I just hear you beg me to stop?" Richard playfully asked. Janice remembered their conversation earlier at the store. "You, sir are a man of your word, I will never doubt that again," answered Janice. "I'm a real woman now, just wait until Ruthie hears about this." She muttered as she drifted happily off to sleep. Richard thought, 'yep another satisfied customer, just make sure you spell the name right baby.' He pulled the covers up over them and a contented darkness enveloped them both. Tales from the MILF Store Ch. 03 "Please Harry, um.. Mr. Waffle, I'm asking you, no, I'm begging you.. Leave her alone. I know my sweet wife Carrie will come back to me if you leave her ALOOOONE." He all but whined. David VonDame, a peculiar looking bespectacled man was drawing a crowd in the parking lot of the Major Department store where cashier Harry Waffle worked. He had approached Harry and his good buddy Richard Jensen as they were walking out with their companions for the evening. Richard was with Janice Demise, a redhead he had recently bedded. While Harry was planning to make Susan Raster curl her toes tonight. Susan was a 5'3" short-haired brunette with stunning blue eyes and a wholesome 'girl next door' appeal. However Harry was determined to get underneath that exterior tonight. David VonDame's geeky looking appearance and whiny voice shook them from their conversation and Harry was at a loss about what to do. Then all of all of sudden things got worse. David's wife Carole, another store cashier, came running up. "Davey you ignorant little twerp, I told you not to confront Harry." She turned to Harry. Harry, I told him not to confront you, I warned him! Kick his ass Harry, show him what a real man is." Harry looked at Carole incredulously. "That's your husband Carrie!" said Harry. "Well that didn't matter to you after the Company Party when you fucked me silly did it?" she retorted. All eyes were on Harry, while Harry, Carole and David were all drawn back to that night about two weeks ago. Carole VonDame had just spent 45 minutes getting ready for the Store's semi-annual dance/party she looked admiringly in her bathroom's full-length mirror. Five feet five inches tall, slim at 115 pounds but shapely at 34-25-34, she smiled to herself thinking, 'I am a heartbreaker, no doubt about it.' She had just spent the afternoon having her hair permed, nails done, and legs waxed. The scarlet dress she had just poured herself into showcased her sexy body to her satisfaction, and tonight she was going to land her man. That man was Harry Waffle, he was a simply scrumptious piece of man flesh, and every time she saw him, she wanted to jump his bones, and tonight would be the night she would achieve her goal. Carole left no holds barred in achieving success, her taut B cups stood firm and high without a bra, between her legs she wore a thin thong that gave the appearance that she had nothing underneath. There was only one thing that could possibly go wrong, and then as if on cue...... "Carrie! Help me honey, I can't find my cufflinks!" the simpering voice of her completely inept husband David interrupted her daydream. "What a freakin' loser," she muttered under her breath. "Damn it Davey, I've told you before, this is not the kinda party to wear a tux to, you hear me?" She said walking out of the bathroom. David gasped when he saw the scarlet dress Carole was draped in. "Golly Carrie, you're so pretty in that dress, I might not even need the Cialis when we get home tonight." he boasted as he reached for her. Carole easily side stepped his grasp. "You are getting nowhere near this Davey. It took way too long to get here to have you pawing me for no good reason." she scoffed. David straightened his wire-rimmed glasses, and regained his composure. At 6'1" he towered over his wife, but his thin frame was not very muscular, which at most times kept him off-balance. Add to that the fact that he was very plain looking, not ugly mind you, just not too appealing, and you had the reason for most of Carole's disdain of David. She had married him right out of high school, as he had a future. He was smart, and planned to go to college to get a computer programming degree. Those plans all went south when she became pregnant six months after the marriage. Carole thinking that would solidify her place in his empire, once he got established. Little did Carole know David's street smarts were low to non-existent. He dropped out of college to get a job as a data-entry clerk for the store she worked as a cashier in. Add to that the fact that he was functionally impotent and needed chemical help to get it up made Carole one frustrated woman. Well, Harry Waffle would make up for that tonight. She had had her little one-off flings behind David's back before, but she planned this to be way different. She'd noticed Harry watching her ass sway many times in the store. She had even gone as far as letting Harry know he could have her in very obvious ways. Harry's answer had always been. "Too many free and singles out there Carole. I won't take another man's wife." Carole was not taking no for an answer tonight. "Davey be a love won't you? Go get the car warmed up for me. We don't want my love bumps sticking out too much now do we?" Carole cooed. David, starving for affection perked up. "Right after I change into a less formal suit my dear!" he chimed. Carole went into the bathroom to take action on her plan. She opened up the medicine cabinet and grabbed David's bottle of Cialis and a pharmacy pistil. Taking two of the little orangish-yellow pills she ground them into a fine powder and poured it into a small vial. She put everything back except the vial which she placed into her small clutch purse. 'Oh yeah, tonight it won't matter what my marital status is. Harry is gonna fuck my brains out, Poindexter is gonna hear all about it, he'll leave me, and then Harry and I can have all the fun we want.' she thought gleefully. Carole left David out parking the car while she made her grand entrance, to the party, and grand it was. Carole walked in gathering almost all male attention in the room. Harry and Richard were at the party scoping out who they might get lucky with when Harry did a triple take. "Man Rich, I'm telling you, if she weren't married I would make her all mine." he said as he drooled. "Dayum dude, can't argue with you tonight, she is ssssssmokin' like tokin'. What she sees in Poindexter is beyond me. That walk alone is worth the price of admission." approved Rich. "Yeah speaking of Dudley, I don't see him anywhere. Maybe she came alone." said Harry hopefully. "Don't matter dude, she's still going home to him at the end of the night. Remember?" warned Rich. "Aw man, you had to remind me didn't ya?' laughed Harry. "Still you know that ass is my one big temptation. Keep me on the straight and narrow will ya?" "Harry my bro, I think Carrie's got the straight part al but handled for ya. And here comes Poindexter to play lap.. er I mean guard dog." teased Richard. "Well no harm in offering them something to drink before the band cranks up." Harry said as grabbed a couple of cups of punch. Harry rode up smooth between Mr. and Mrs. VonDame. "As hot as you look in that dress Carrie you surely need this." as he offered the cup of red sparkling punch. "Oh and Davey, brought you one too." Harry offered only as an afterthought. "No thanks, Mr. Waffle, with my diabetes I'll be in the little boy's room all night." David snorted a goofy laugh. Carole took both cups and set them down on a nearby table, as she 'accidentally' dropped her wrap. "Ooops, clumsy me." she said. And as the two men bent to retrieve it she turned, opened her clutch and deftly emptied the vial of crushed Cialis into one of the cups. 'Wow that couldn't be easier. Now if only I can get rid of Davey as easily.' Carole thought to herself. The band began to crank up a rocker to get things going on the dance floor. Carrie flashed a devilish smile, while all the promise of heaven lay in her dancing hips. "Carrie, you know I'm not much of a dancer, maybe Mr. Waffle can keep you busy on the dance floor." offerd David. As she handed Harry his Cialis spiked punch she advised him to drink up, because she planned to keep him up all night. He quickly downed the red liquid and Carole drug him to the dance floor. Almost immediately Harry obtained a hard-on from watching the smooth feline movements Carole made on the dance floor. It wasn't one of those momentary ones that would disappear soon either. It wasn't like Harry to get turned on so quickly or by so little physical contact. He'd had enough pussy in his life to exercise some control, this was very uncharacteristic. 'What the hell, 'he thought, 'I'll enjoy a little bit of action with Carole first, then maybe hit up Sue Raster or Caren Bradley to get rid of this bad boy.' Carole kept Harry mesmerized on the dance floor for four or five fast tunes, until the band slowed down the tempo. She pulled him up close to feel his sinewy body next to hers. Harry couldn't believe how good she felt, his erection was getting stronger almost to the point of annoying. He was getting to the point where he HAD to fuck SOMETHING or he was off to the bathroom to jack off. Of course he had no way of knowing the effects of the Cialis Carole had secretly given him could last up to 36 hours, and that was with a man that had problems achieving potency. Harry had no such problems and the drug only served to enhance his already seething lust for this brown-haired beauty. Carole seemed to ignore the fact that her inhibited spouse was even at the party. She enjoyed the feel Harry Waffle's manly body and his evident enjoyment at being close to her. 'That can't all be the drug, this man knows a good thing when feels it.' She thought happily to herself. She looked around the dance floor at other couples dancing sensually to the melodious sounds. Ruthann Smythe was certainly letting Richard Jensen get to know her better. She was a bit taller than he, but she was sure neither one minded his head resting between her breasts. Albert Look, one of David's co-workers in the geek center was trying to cop a feel on that skinny little blonde Tanya Janeslea, and Gloria Persons had brought some guy that she hardly seemed interested in, but he was sure interested in her. When Carole was pretty sure no one was really paying her any attention, she decided to really get Harry's attention. She pulled him close and whispered in his ear. "Harry, just for tonight, you need to consider me free and single. I can tell you want to, just like I do. You know I got this outfit just for you." Harry replied, "Carole, you drive me wild, you move like a wildcat, your shape is all woman, and my prick has a mind of its own right now. It would be the easiest thing in the world for me to sneak you out somewhere to make some noise." But I can't ignore the fact that your husband is here somewhere, and that's who you're going home with." Carole smiled deep down inside and rubbed her crotch hard against Harry's boiling cock. "You could be inside me when I make a move like that Mister!" as she ground against him again. Harry could feel his resolve start to crumble. 'This little pussy is crying for it.' He looked to his friend Richard for moral support, but his moral support was nestled between the breasts of Ruthann. All too soon, or not soon enough depending on who you asked, the song ended. "I need a break," Harry said, and went to go sit at his table with Rich. "I saw you over there with Mrs. VonDame Harry, gettin' a little dance floor dry-nookie from a married woman? Shame on you son." Richard joked. "Yeah well I'm surprised you could see anything between Ruthie's knockers." Harry shot back. "That woman Carole has got major wet drawers for me. She's done everything even come right out and ask me for cock man." "You're kidding!! With her husband right here? Man what does that tell you about the bitch?" Richard said in amazement. All I can say is keep your eyes open Waff man. Carole came walking up to their table. "Harry, Al Look told me Davey's gotten bored and went to go visit his mother! sounding perturbed. "He asked if you would see to it that I got home okay. Will that be a problem?" she asked with all the innocence of a defense lawyer. Richard looked at his friend warningly then went off to find Tanya, before Al started to take anymore of her time. Harry's hard-on had pretty much calmed down until Carole pulled back out on the dance floor for another slow number. Now that she knew David was gone, there were no holds barred. Her hips rotated and her 'vee' concentrated on the thick lump that seemed to be straining to get at it. Carole had to get him out of there now! Before some other cunt tried to stake her claim, and while he was thinking with the head she wanted him to use on her. "Take me home Waff man, take me home then take me to bed." she insisted. "I can feel what you've got for me, and I want it all." "Are you sure David won't be there? And you don't have any guns do you?" "I don't give two good fucks if he is there, but he'll probably be at mommy's all night, and you've got the only loaded gun that'll be used tonight." replied Carole. David VonDame sat in the darkened guest room of their 3 bedroom apartment, it was the room right next to the master bedroom and the walls were so thin he could hear everything that going on in the next room. Carole looked at the magnificent man before her, he stood about 5'7" had dark blond hair a Fu Manchu moustache and was extremely lean. More hair on his body than Sean Connery, she loved that. He had just revealed the drug induced hard-on to her. She was in shock, no more than six inches long but THICK, extremely so, fatter than her wrist, and a giant helmet shaped head the most beautiful shade of purple. She wanted it in her hard and deep, and her soaked thong told the story. Harry was in pain his cock was so hard he needed to fuck something now. "Are you gonna stare at it or suck it Carrie, cause I guarantee you if I try to stick it you now it'll tear you apart." he warned. "Maybe that's what I want." she said. She put her face up next to his unyielding stiffness breathing in the scent. "What a man!" she exclaimed. Then she licked her way up the underside of his shaft. From the bottom of his balls to the crown of his oversized head, when she reached it she did her best to take the head and shaft into her mouth. Harry grabbed her head and held it still as he literally began to fuck her mouth. As he did her tongue started working overtime to make him cum. "Wet fuckin' mouth, feels so good, eat my cock bitch." he groaned loudly. Over in the next room David heard every noise, sound and word. Harry said desperately. "Shit, it's wet enough, get up on the bed bitch, I'm fuckin' that cunt NOW." This is what Carole lived for, to be told what to do, to be controlled, but now that control was about bout to be reversed. Carole lay on her back and Harry mounted her, he entered her slowly, deliberately. It felt so good taking the woman of his dreams, then all of a sudden he felt her thighs open up, her pussy sucked him in further. It felt even better as her hips started to move like no other woman he'd ever had. Carole thrust her cunt up at Harry's cock relentlessly, squeezing it with her strengthened cunt muscles. All those months of PC Kegel exercises were paying off, now this man who had not wanted her because a silly piece of paper was becoming unglued, complete putty in her pussy. Although she had to admit, she wanted him too, and she WAS enjoying her victory quite a bit more than she thought she would. "Oh it's so hard! She cried out, "your dick is so thick and hard. Ram it, ram it in me Harry " "Carole, this is good baby, never had a woman like you before." "Just you wait Harry, the best is yet to cum." She answered. She rolled him over on his back and mounted him, then slowed the pace, all the while her sultry movements tantalized him. She would feel him start to go faster and she would move off of him until he calmed down. Then she would move her cooze down his cock in slow rotating circles until she reached his balls, massage his pole with her pussy then keep it tight in her grip as she rose to the bulbous head of his purple prick. This incredible dance kept up until Harry could stand it no longer. "Carrie, if you don't let me cum I'll die." he groaned. She leaned down and whispered in his ear. "Then you'll die happy." She then rose completely off his cock, and Harry pinned her on her back. All the while David was listening in the next room, listening and waiting. Harry entered her savagely, holding her arms above her head. "Fuckin' little tease, drive a man to beg. I don't beg bitch, I please. You hear me, I please." All Harry could see was the white hot cum that had been building in his balls since he first saw Carole at the party. Carole pulled Harry close and fucked him back as savagely as he was pounding her, it had NEVER been so good, and she told him so. "Pound me baby, fuck me right, that's it. So hard, so thick, it's good baby, oh Harry it's good." crying out so loudly they could hear two floors below. Harry pulled his dick all the way out of her gaping cunt then plunged it back in repeatedly. "I love that hot little pussy, gonna cum in it, gonna fill it, gonna take it bitch." "oh, oh, oh, Harry, you're gonna make me cum, I'm gonna cum, I'm cuuuuummmmmming!! Cumming nowww, aaaaaaaaaaaaagh.' While at the same time Harry's cock shot forth like a firehose, white hot scalding cum, a torrent of man juice to quench the fire in deep inside her woman love. Once was usually it for Harry, but for some reason unknown to him, he was at it all night with Carole. In every conceivable position, and all the while the incredible give and take of power. Finally about 4:30 Harry got dressed while Carole lay in a deep sleep. He was fully sated, but he was not happy. He had taken another man's wife, and for the life of him he couldn't understand why he had lost his resolve and control. As he was leaving he heard something sounding like sobbing from the next room, he went to investigate already having some idea what he'd find. In a chair, head in his hands sat David VonDame. Body wracked with sobs, and what he didn't expect was the Smith & Wesson .38 chairside. Harry spoke softly as not to shock David. "I don't know what came over me David, All I can say is I'm very sorry, I've never slept with another man's wife before, I wouldn't blame you if you wanted to use that on me, but I wish you wouldn't." he said. "I'm quite sure you know that the gun isn't for you Mr. Waffle, but before you leave I should explain. You're not to blame for any of this. My wife used some ground up Cialis to put you in the mood. I saw you trying to resist, but I knew how things would end up. So I decided to make things easier for Carole to cheat on me for the last time." David seemed to have a stronger resolve as he spoke his thoughts aloud. He continued. "It's really quite ironic you know, she seduced me into marriage, and then when the baby came, and I quit school she blamed me. Well I have a new computer patent that could make me, us very wealthy but I guess that's not any good to me now. Thank you for listening, you're free to go now Mr. Waffle. Good bye." David said firmly. Harry sat there stunned that the little wimp he'd known for all these months had a spine after all, and was not as obsequies as everyone thought. "Well what are you waiting for? asked David. "You don't want to be the third victim in all this do you?" Harry spoke cautiously. "David, have you ever heard of the saying, 'Don't get mad, get even?' I may have a way for you to dump that bitch and keep the money you'd get from your new patent. Would like you like to grab a cup of coffee and discuss it? Can we leave the gun here?" "Please Harry, um.. Mr. Waffle, I'm asking you, no, I'm begging you.. Leave her alone. I know my sweet wife Carrie will come back to me if you leave her ALOOOONE." He all but whined. David VonDame, a peculiar looking bespectacled man was drawing a crowd in the parking lot of the Major Department Store where cashier Harry Waffle worked. Tales from the MILF Store Ch. 03 He had approached Harry and his good buddy Richard Jensen as they were walking out with their companions for the evening. Richard was with Janice Demise, a redhead he had recently bedded. While Harry was planning to make Susan Raster curl her toes tonight. Susan was a 5'3" short-haired brunette with stunning blue eyes and a wholesome 'girl next door' appeal. However Harry was determined to get underneath that exterior tonight. David VonDame's geeky looking appearance and whiny voice shook them from their conversation and Harry was at a loss about what to do. Then all of all of sudden things got worse. David's wife Carole, another store cashier, came running up. "Davey you ignorant little twerp, I told you not to confront Harry." She turned to Harry. Harry, I told him not to confront you, I warned him! Kick his ass Harry, show him what a real man is." Harry looked at Carole incredulously. "That's your husband Carrie!" said Harry. "Well that didn't matter to you after the Company Party when you fucked me silly did it?" she retorted. All eyes were on Carrie.