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Millie, From The Office Ch. 01

By: BiffBurns



I slammed the phone down in disgust. My wife had done it again. She had a nasty habit of calling me at work, on my desk phone - preventing me from stepping outside, to argue or tell me off. She knew, while in my cubicle, I couldn't raise my voice or curse or make hurtful comments or any of the other things she insisted on doing from her side. It made for very frustrating arguments. I could barely respond and had to listen to a torrent of abuse.

I sat with my head on my desk like a preschooler taking a nap. I was furious and needed a minute or two to calm down.

"Everything okay?" a soft voice asked behind me.

I sat up to find Millie, my department's tracking manager and office grandma, in my cube looking concerned.

Millie had been with the company forever and nothing would get accomplished without her. She knew the inner workings and politics of the company backward and forward. She kept it all together and we all knew it ... and counted on it.

I have no idea how old Millie was, she had to be at least 60. She was a large African American woman with uneven, blotchy dark skin. Her hair was short and brittle looking. She had broad shoulders and even broader hips, thick legs and a full ass. Her breasts were enormous and must have been something to see in her youth, but now they drooped sadly across her protruding belly -- they were still large, but soft and tired. Millie often rested her crossed arms on top of those melons, pushing them even further south.

That was exactly what she was doing when I turned to face her. She was wearing what she always wore: a long draping, pleated skirt and a tight, sleeveless sweater. The dark circles under her eyes made her look sad, but she was really very pleasant.

"Trouble at home?" she continued, her rough elbows pressing down on her tits.

I don't know if it was the calm of her voice or the size of her chest, but the frustration came pouring out of me.

"Yeah," I said angrily, talking a mile a minute, "My wife is pissing me off. If it's not one thing, it's another. She is always mad at me about something. She pushes the issue until you don't want to hear it anymore. I'm tired of trying to hold it all together. I'm tired of taking all the blame. I'm tired of being the fall-guy. I'm tired of her lame excuses and don't want to hear them anymore."

I turned away from her.

"I just want a quiet evening - one without any fights. I want a nice meal and maybe a fucking movie," I ranted, picking up my stapler and having it jam when I tried to use it, "Dammit! I want a stapler that works and I want to get fucking laid!"

With that, I slammed the stapler onto my desk sending a plastic cup of pencils flying. I sat with my head in my hands and the rattling of the cup as it wobbled to a stop was the only sound I heard.

I looked over my shoulder and Millie had left. Damn. I felt like a total heel. She had come to check on me and I had exploded. She probably thought it best to give me some distance -- she was probably worried about her own safety; I was acting like a lunatic.

I needed to apologize and convince her I wasn't losing my mind -- even if I thought I might be.

It was late, almost 8pm, but her purse was still at her desk so she had to be around. The ladies room? No, the light looked to be off. I heard a cabinet shut and realized she was in the supply room.

I made my way down the hall and stopped short as I came to the door. Millie was bent over, digging through a cardboard box, and her sweater gaped open at the neck providing a fantastic view of her long, aged cleavage. Her breasts were tucked awkwardly into her unflattering bra.

She saw me and slowly stood up, seemingly oblivious to my stare. 

"I found you a stapler," she said, handing it to me and making me feel like a bigger jerk.

"Uh, thanks," I said, taking it, "Hey, look, about my outburst back there ... I'm really sorry. That was uncalled for and very rude. I'm just very frustrated and --"

"How long has it been?" she asked, cutting me off.

"Excuse me," I said cautiously.

"How long has it been since you got laid?" she asked directly.

"Uh," I said hesitantly, "I don't know - a couple months?"

"Try seven years on for size," she said smiling, "My bell hasn't been rung in a long time."

I really had no idea what to say, but felt I should say something.

"You gotta be kidding," I said, "A woman with ... I mean, a woman that has ... a woman--"

"With big boobs?" she cut me off again, "A woman with big 'ole titties? These boobies ain't been touched in years - except by me and my doctor."

"That's hard to believe," I told her honestly, finding my gaze drawn to her chest.

"I ain't lying to you," she laughed again, "I'm a cranky old woman, who would want to touch 'em?"

I sure wouldn't mind, I thought, but was too afraid to say so. I just continued to stare dumbly. The silence was deafening.

"I mean really," Millie said abruptly, "Who wants to touch an old lady's boobs?"

My idiotic stare continued.

"You?" she asked suddenly, "Would you want to touch an old lady's boobies?"

I didn't know what to say. Actually I knew exactly what to say, but couldn't find my voice.

"Ah hah," Millie said almost cackling, "You do want to touch 'em. You want to touch these old titties, don't you?"

"Yes," I said meekly, finding my voice, "Yes, I do."

She stepped closer, her large stomach and breasts inches from me. I could feel her body heat.

"Go ahead," she said, "Touch 'em."

Slowly tentatively, I raised my hands and cupped her breasts. They were soft and much heavier than I expected. It was obvious her bra did a tremendous amount of supporting because its material felt very firm. Her sweater felt rough in my palms.

I kneaded her chest gently and was enjoying myself immensely. She pulled the sweater from her waistband and her intentions were obvious. I slid my hands under and palmed her bra directly. I could feel her stiff nipples through the thick bra cups. I let my thumbs roll over them repeatedly.

While I continued to rub, Millie pulled the sweater over her head and set it aside. Her bra looked old, not just in design but in actual usage. It was worn and had obviously seen the washing machine many times. Her large stomach looked surprisingly attractive to me. My hands drifted down and traced slow circles across her belly. It was firm and so smooth.

Millie reached behind and unclasped her bra. With a quick tug she pulled the material up and off her mammoth breasts. The motion caused them to lift into the air before dropping heavily onto her round belly and my hands. They flopped a bit before coming to a rest on both sides of her stomach.

I stared openly at her nude breasts. They were huge; larger and heavier at the ends -- more narrow and stretched closer to her chest. Her nipples were dark and stuck out like knobs on a drawer. My hands reached for them and cupped them from the outside; I pushed them together in the center of her chest.

They felt terrific. My wife had a nice chest, but nothing could have prepared me for how Millie's felt. They were so soft and incredibly smooth, but they weighed so much more than I was used to.

I jiggled them in my hands. I squeezed them playfully. I mashed them together. I lifted them up and pulled them out toward me. I pushed her stiff nipples back into her soft flesh and I let my hands slide over her smooth skin.

She wrapped her arms around my neck and, not saying a word, let me continue.

I'm not sure how long I played with Millie's tits like a teenager fondling his first pair, but I soon felt her pressing down on my shoulders, pulling my face toward her chest. I got the hint and dropped to my knees.

I immediately pulled a tit to my mouth, holding it like a jug of moonshine. My tongue darted around her stiff black nipple and I sucked on it greedily. I slurped one tit then the other with barely a second in between. I lapped at them like a thirsty dog and finally, taking one in each hand, I pulled both nipples into my mouth at the same time.

This got a reaction. Millie sighed contentedly and I pressed on.

Soon I found myself growling softly and smashing my face between her tits. I was rubbing them on my cheeks and chin. I was burying myself in her softness.

"Go, baby boy," she cooed, "Go on, do what you gotta do."

"What I gotta do," I told her, pulling my saliva-slick face from between her melons, "Is fuck you. That's what I gotta do."

I pulled her to the floor and pushed her onto her back. Her tits flopped crazily outward coming to a rest under her arms and on the floor!

I lifted her skirt, tossing the thin layers across her bare belly. She had on, as you would expect, a pair of grandma panties -- huge, ugly, once white cottons. I yanked them down, leaving them twisted on one ankle. Her bush was a tangled, hairy mess spreading across her lap and upper thighs. I palmed it and let my thumb explore her dark crease. It was warm, wet and slippery.

I wrestled my pants and briefs to my knees and my hard cock leaped out expectantly. I don't have the largest penis, but it looked impressive that night throbbing under the dim florescent lights.

"Oh, baby boy," Millie huffed, raising herself onto her elbows, "I ain't seen one of those in a long time."

"Here," I told her, changing my plan and crawling up toward her, "You can see it up close and personal."

Millie rolled onto her side, her tits pancaking, one on top of the other. I pressed my hard-on into her face and she smiled. I slid it across her cheeks, chin and lips. On the last pass she opened her mouth and pulled me in.

Slowly at first, with increasing speed, she sucked and licked my cock like it was an ice cream treat. She was "ooing" and "ahhing" and making loud slurping noises as she pulled me in deeper and deeper.

My hands found her flattened tits and my fingers flicked at her taut nipples. Her pace increased and I felt myself getting close.

"I'm going to come," I warned her, "And it has been a while."

She kept sucking and I exploded violently. Millie gagged at the force of my first spurt, but kept my cock in her mouth. I saw my semen spill out from between her lips as she sucked desperately.

She released my still semi-hard prick and used her fingers to push the wayward strands of my spunk back into her mouth.

"Oh," she sighed, "It has been so long."

Before I could react she was pressing me onto my back. My cock stood proudly, slick with Millie's spit and my cum.

"Relax, baby boy," she whispered as she began to straddle my legs and crotch, "Let Miss Millie take care of everything."

Her long skirt tented over my prone body, covering my legs and most of my chest as she lowered herself onto my manhood. It kept me from seeing my pale prick sink into her dark gash, but I wasn't too disappointed. Her weight dropped on me and she literally engulfed my dick in an instant. I groaned in pleasure.

Millie leaned forward and began to rock up and down. Her tits danced and slapped at my face wildly. I clambered for them and tried to suck them as she bounced on my lap. Faster and faster she rose and fell while I lifted my ass off the floor to deepen the thrusts.

She started moaning loudly with each plunge and I knew she must be getting close. I redoubled my attention to her tits and pushed my cock into her as forcefully as I could.

Millie came with a massive shudder, almost as if her heart had stopped for a second -- maybe it had. She howled in delight and threw herself onto my chest. With her full weight pressing down on me, I came a second time -- this time in her tight hole. We both moaned as I shot into her again and again not wanting it to stop, but needing it to because I couldn't breathe.

She rolled off me and we laid there next to each other panting.

Climbing to our feet we got dressed without a word. I enjoyed watching her work her breasts back into that gigantic bra. She opted against putting her panties back on and her skirt was wet and spotted. Her hair was mussed crazily and she tried to hand brush it flat with little success.

I had to say something.

"Uh, thank you," I coughed, "That was ... you were ... you are ..."

"Anytime, baby boy," she smiled, "You got your stapler and you got laid. Not bad."

"Not bad at all," I agreed stepping forward. I cupped her face in my hands and kissed her passionately. My tongue dug into her mouth and I could taste my own spunk. I pulled out but kept her face in my hands.

"We're not done," I told her, "You will not have to wait another seven years."

"I hope not," she replied with a grin.

Millie, From The Office Ch. 02



I arrived at work bright and early the next morning, I had barely slept and couldn't wait to get there. I thought I'd be the first person in, but the lights were already on.

"Hello," I called cheerily over the maze of cubicles, "Anybody here?"

No answer. I swung happily into my cube and dropped into my chair. I was logging into my system when Millie walked in quietly behind me. Her hands were on my shoulders and she pressed her heavy breasts against the back of my neck.

"Good morning, baby boy," she cooed, "How was your evening?"

"Funny you should ask," I said, rocking my shoulders slightly, digging myself deeper between her sweater-clad tits, "I had a great evening. I got a stapler and I got laid."

"Me, too," she giggled, her hands kneading my shoulders, "Imagine that."

I turned my chair to face her. Her low hung tits were at eye level and, as always, she was wearing a tight sweater and long skirt. I hugged her ass and felt the cool smooth material. I rubbed her butt curiously, there was something missing ...

"Not wearing any," she told me.

I hiked her skirt and cupped her wide, bare ass in my hands. The long skirt draped over my arms as I squeezed and pinched her firm butt. I rested my face against her protruding, round belly, her tits resting on my forehead.

Millie heard another early-bird arrive and quickly retreated to her cubicle. It was going to be a long day.

I found excuse after excuse to visit Millie's area and she never failed to give me a wink or a peek or even a pinch. My cock stayed semi-hard most of the day and my briefs were damp with excitement.

The sun was setting when the last co-worker finally drifted out. I thought they would never leave. I was excited, almost too excited, and I tried to look casual as I strolled to Millie's cube.

"Everybody gone?" she asked pleasantly.

"Yep," I said, again trying to be casual.

She pushed her chair back a bit and raised her skirt up revealing her bare legs and round belly. Her crotch was simply a dark patch, but I knew it was uncovered.

"Well then," she laughed, "Come on in! Come on down."

Casual left me as I crawled frantically under her skirt. She dropped the soft material on my head and spread her legs wide. I couldn't see anything, but I could certainly smell it -- musky and pungent, her scent filled my nostrils and I wanted to taste it. 

With my hands on her fleshy thighs I leaned into her gap. My tongue explored her hairy bush, looking for her crease in the darkness. I found it and my tongue took a tentative dip. Millie was wet and warm and tasted sweet despite her musky aroma. I removed my tongue and nibbled and tugged on her dark lower lips. I bit at the roots of her short hairs, tugging some of them out playfully. I kissed and sucked at her inner thighs.

I ran my tongue along her upper leg, stopping at her knee. I started back in the other direction, passing my tongue roughly over her swelling clit before stopping again at her opposite knee.

I did this a few more times and with each pass her clit was stiffer and more sensitive. She moaned every time I touched it.

On the last pass I unexpectedly stopped at her knob and lapped at it furiously. Millie's legs were literally jumping as I flicked her clit passionately. I rammed my face and tongue into her. I circled it inside her and sucked madly.

She was flapping her legs open and closed against my head when I felt her first deep spasm.

"Oh, God," she said hoarsely, "Baby boy. Baby boy. Baby boy, what have you done?"

Millie exploded, her first burst felt like a blast of air -- almost a pop -- then she came in waves. My tongue tried to capture every drop, but there was just no way. Again and again she groaned and more juices spilled out of her.

She grabbed my head through the skirt and forcefully shook my face deeper into her crotch. Slowly, inevitably, her spasms stopped. She pulled her skirt up to her waist and my dripping, smiling face peeked out at her.

"You're a talented young man," she said smiling, "So, what now? What can this old lady do for you?"

Millie was at least 60, but she wasn't old. She was a large African American woman with uneven, blotchy dark skin. Her hair was short and dry. She had broad hips and shoulders on a stocky frame. Her breasts were enormous, but well past their prime, sagging dramatically across her protruding belly.

"Stand up," I told her as I climbed to my feet. I stood behind her and pressed my body against her back. My hands slid under her arms and into her sweater. I gently rubbed the firm sides of her fat stomach. I pulled her sweater over her head and tossed it on the floor.

I cupped her breasts, hefting their weight off her belly. I squeezed her nipples roughly through her tired bra. Struggling, because I hadn't unclasped the tight garment, I pulled her bra from her breasts. They flopped crazily and I pulled them into my hands.

With her bra still tight around her upper chest, I pulled and pinched and tugged at her amazing tits. I clamped onto her nipples and she let out a little yelp. Guiding her by pulling her breasts, I leaned Millie onto her desk. Her face was almost pressing against her monitor and when I released her tits they joined her belly on the smooth desktop.

"Ooo, cold," she gasped, shivering playfully.

I tossed her skirt up onto her back exposing her firm, wide ass. I tugged my pants to the floor and my fully erect penis sprang into view, its mushroomed head red and swollen.

I unsnapped Millie's tight bra and let it fall to her elbows -- it had left nasty indents on her back and under her breasts. I rubbed at them gently.

"You need a bigger bra," I told her as my hands swung under and playfully squeezed her dangling tits.

"Can't find one," she replied, "Not easy to find 'em that big. I wish I didn't have to wear one at all."

"Then don't," I said still fondling her heavy hangers.

"With these titties?" she laughed, "Somebody might get hurt if I let them flop about all day."

"Hurt me, hurt me," I grinned while slapping her tits together.

I was still playing with them when I leaned into her, pressing my stiff cock against her backside.

"Oh, baby boy," she hissed, "That feels wonderful."

I reluctantly let go of her boobs and pulled my hands to her hips. I grabbed the base of my cock and proceeded to slap my prick on her fat ass. I drug it forcefully down her ass-crack, rubbing it across her puckered hole and into her furry muff.

"Where do you want it?" I asked, pushing against her, "Front or back?"

"Oh, no, baby boy," she answered, "Not my butt, please not my butt."

"Butt it is," I told her, pressing my dick on her dark backdoor.

"What?" she moaned.

"Kidding," I laughed, "I'm kidding."

Quickly, I guided my cock to her gaping gash. It was slick and warm from the attention it had already received and I slide in easily. Her pussy swallowed my prick completely. Feeling little resistance I pounded into her madly. I was pushing her forward more onto her desk with each savage plunge. Her shoulder knocked over her thin monitor, but I kept going.

Millie was grunting with each thrust and her tits were bouncing awkwardly on her keyboard. My eruption was building and her grunts had become growls.

I grabbed at her hips and tugged her toward me, digging my dick into her wetness as deeply as I possibly could. We exploded together with tremendous results. More of her desk accessories got knocked over as our spasms slowly retreated.

I pulled out and Millie slumped back into her chair, her tits spreading lazily apart and rolling across her paunch. Her skirt was a tangled mess at her waist. She looked content, but totally exhausted. Her eyes were shut tight. Maybe, I thought, I had been too rough -- she was 60 after all.

Still naked from the waist down, I tried to straighten her desk. I righted the monitor and fussed with the other items.

"Stop," she whispered, "You don't need to do that. C'mon here. Come to momma, baby boy."

She pulled me onto her lap like a child and, with her eyes still closed contentedly she gently rubbed my prick back to life. Slowly, lovingly and very patiently she stroked my cock. I rested my head against her soft chest and let her hold me. Her sagging tits were pressing into my stomach and waist and I liked the way they felt. She was in no hurry to finish me off, but before long I came -- not dramatically, but pleasantly; my semen spilling out in a soft line.

Millie let go of my penis, raised her hand to her mouth and licked my spunk off slowly.

"You had better get home, baby boy," she told me, still reclining in her chair, "It's been a long day."

I stood and dressed. 

"And you?" I asked.

"I'm fine, baby," she cooed, her skirt still wrapped around her midriff and a wet puddle between her legs, "I'm better than fine. I'll be up in a minute. Do as I say - you get on home."

She assured me a few more times that she was okay and would be on her way shortly, so I headed home. I needed to get some rest -- that old lady was going to wear me out and I was going to return the favor.



Millie, From The Office Ch. 03



I didn't get in as early as I wanted to the next morning; my wife had kept me up late arguing about this and that. She never missed an opportunity to yell at me.

When I arrived there was a weird buzz in the air, the entire office was acting strangely.

Tim, our top sales guy, motioned me frantically into his office. Some other guys were already in with him – it was standing room only, in fact. They were all snickering like teenagers.

"What's up?" I asked, a nervous feeling creeping over me.

"This," he said shoving his cellphone in front of me. I looked at the small display and my blood went cold. It was a photograph, grainy and small, of Millie sitting in her chair just as I had left her last night. Her naked, sagging breasts were stretched across her brown belly, her skirt was still tied around her waist and her legs were bare and spread wide. The wet puddle between her legs was clearly visible.

"I got in early today," Tim was explaining between snickers, "And I found her like that."

I took the phone from him and stared at the tiny display,

"Good 'ole Millie," one of the younger guys was saying, "Who'da thunk it?"

"She musta been doing herself and got carried away," added another.

"What did she do when she saw you?" a third guy asked Tim.

"She started hooping and hollering," Tim told us, "So I just got outta there fast. It was more than my eyes could take."

"How 'bout her hooters?" the guy pressed on, "Big as shit, huh?"

"They're pretty big," Tim admitted, "But they're old – she's old. She's gotta be 60 or something!"

"Then what?"

"She took off," Tim continued, "She wasn't mad or anything. I didn't say nothing to her. She doesn't know I took the picture, though."

My finger pressed the delete button and the picture was gone. I handed the phone back to him.

"What the-" he groaned, "Why did you do that?"

I walked out of Tim's office, my thoughts were swirling and I didn't know which way to go or what to do. I dropped heavily into my chair and reached for the company directory. I found Millie's home number and dialed it.

"It's me," I said the moment she answered, "Are you okay?"

"Sure, baby boy," she told me, but I wasn't convinced, "A little embarrassed, but I'm fine. I probably made his day. I bet he ain't never seen boobs like mine before."

I had to agree with her, her tits were incredible. They were an uneven brown with dark nipples that stuck out like thumbs. Huge and heavy, but narrowing closer to her chest, they were smoother than you would expect. Strapped into her bra, they hung low but firm on her chest, but when released they sagged and flopped crazily to the sides of her round belly.

"I need to see you," I told her, "Today."

Millie gave me directions to her apartment and I hung up the phone. I gave my boss a lame excuse and strolled toward the door. As I passed Tim's office I could see the guys were still in there yucking it up.

"Would you do her?" I heard one ask.

"Hell, no," said another, "That old pussy hasn't had fresh dick in a long time!"

"Yeah," laughed another, "But those sure are some big tits."

It took me about twenty minutes to get to her complex. Millie lived in a pretty nice area. I guess she was getting paid decently enough. She should be; she had been with the company forever.

I found her door, apartment 304, and knocked softly. Millie answered almost immediately and greeted me warmly. Without another word she ushered me in.

She was wearing a large, very large, white cotton shirt. It was untucked and fell almost to her knees. The top four or five buttons were undone, but even without the impressive view of her long cleavage, it was obvious she wasn't wearing a bra.

Her breasts were in constant motion as we walked through the apartment. They hung almost to her navel and her black nipples were visible through the white cotton.

Tight, pale green leggings and an old pair of slippers completed her outfit. It occurred to me that, other than naked, I had only ever seen her in a sweater and skirt.

We came to a stop in the kitchen and she turned to face me. Before she could say a word I was on her. I kissed her passionately and she returned the heat. My hands were exploring her and I pushed her back against the countertop. Our tongues were wrestling and her hands dug into my hair and scalp. I rubbed her heavy tits through the soft material and she moaned.

Still kissing, my hands fumbled with the buttons on her shirt. In moments I had pulled it open revealing her dancing breasts. I fell on them hungrily, taking them in my hands and mouth like a man possessed.

With some effort, Millie pulled me from her chest and guided me by the hand to her bedroom. I'd like to say it was an incredible, sexy and feminine room, but it wasn't. It was a mess. There were magazines and dirty clothes strewn about the floor and the furniture, even at first glance, was a mixed-matched lot.

The large bed was unmade with the blankets and sheets piled near its foot. Millie pushed aside more dirty clothes and a plate or two before pulling me onto the creaking mattress.

She was on her back with me tight beside her. Her left tit was squashed awkwardly between us and my hand was on her other. Millie's large stomach rose firmly toward the ceiling and her legs hung off the edge of the bed. I noticed with some satisfaction a darker green patch between her legs – her leggings were getting wet.

"Are you sure you're okay?" I asked her finally taking a moment, my hand still rubbing a tit.

"I'm fine," she repeated, "Don't you worry."

"You are fine," I told her.

"Like wine?" she asked.

"Yes," I agreed, moving us more fully onto the bed, "Like a fine wine – better with age."

I pulled her leggings off and tossed them aside, but left her in her shirt – it was turning me on. I wriggled out of my clothes and climbed naked between her legs. My penis was fully erect and throbbing in anticipation.

I made love to Millie, not the crazy mad sex we had done the last two nights, but true wonderful lovemaking. We touched and explored and enjoyed each other. We kissed and rubbed and laughed together. We came again and again, delicious little diversions rather than the energy-draining explosions we had previously.

It was early afternoon when we finally slowed. I snuggled into her breasts and she gently rubbed my hair and forehead. We padded nude through her apartment and ate lunch in each other's arms.

Before long we found ourselves back on her bed. We were softly kissing and rubbing each other, totally content and relaxed.

"Baby boy," she whispered, "I told you no last night."

"What?" I asked, not remembering.

"I said no about my butt," she explained, "I said no because I've never done that."

"What?" I blurted out, sitting upright, "You've never?"

"Never," she confided, "But I want you to."

The thought of being her first – at sixty-something – was incredible. My cock leapt to full attention almost immediately.

"I want you to do it like you were going to last night," she continued, her hand now stroking my rigid penis.

"You're sure?" I asked.

"Baby boy," she smiled, tugging my prick, "I want this in my ass."

Not needing any additional encouragement, I rolled her over and helped her onto her knees. Her stomach and breasts pushed at the mattress and she buried her face in some pillows.

I marveled at her wide, dark butt and at its darker untouched hole. I pushed her firm cheeks apart and leaned closer. I let my tongue explore her puckered exit, leaving behind as much lubricating saliva as I could.

Millie rocked gently, "That feels nice."

"Hang on," I warned her, "Here it comes."

With that, I pressed the tip of my cock into her asshole. She groaned and hugged her pillows tighter. I left myself in her for a moment then retreated slightly, but not completely. She sighed. I pushed in again, a little deeper this time. She moaned louder. Again I stayed there for a bit before pulling out almost completely. She groaned with each forward advance and sighed with each retreat. I continued to work patiently and before long I was buried fully inside her tight rump.

I pushed in until my lower hair was against her ass and held her hips tight.

"Oh, baby boy," she mumbled from her pillows, "That feels so good."

I agreed with her. It felt fantastic and my cock was throbbing inside her snug tunnel.

"But that," she continued, "Is not how you were going to do it last night. I want it like last night."

I slowly, gently, and with much anticipation, pulled myself almost completely out of her ass. I glanced down and took a moment to enjoy the sight of my pale penis pressed into her black butthole. It was stretched tightly around my shaft and the sight made me even harder.

Suddenly, without warning, I rammed my cock into Millie's butt. She howled and the bed creaked loudly. Again and again I plunged into her, not slowing my pace but trying to increase it with every mad thrust. Millie rose up on her arms, locking her elbows, and pressed back into me, matching my rhythm.

Her pendulous tits danced insanely as I pounded her. I leaned into her and held onto her large hanging stomach as I felt my climax approaching. Millie's bed was screaming and so was she when I exploded inside her. Her orgasm followed almost immediately and her butt muscles clamped onto my dick mightily. 

She collapsed forward as best she could; huge breasts and a stomach that large don't make laying facedown very easy. Her ass pushed my spent cock out and I dropped beside her gasping for breath.

We fell asleep together and I ended up getting home very late that evening, causing all sorts of trouble. If was worth it, though ... but things were about to take a strange twist.