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It was a long couple of months till the magazines featuring Millie came out. We got them, both at once–the regular monthly, and the special edition devoted only to her–maybe a week before they hit the newsstands, by overnight mail direct from DeMarco’s office at CURVY.

I tore the box open eagerly. It contained two copies of each, wrapped in those plastic bags that mask out everything but the title.

It wasn’t hard to tell the difference, one said ‘CURVY’ above the black square, with a very familiar pair of big blue eyes looking at me over it–and the other had ‘CURVY presents’ in very small letters in the upper left corner, and ‘MILLIE’ across the top in sea-blue letters two inches high. The cover price was $24.95, and it was at least twice as thick as the regular issue. You could just see the top of Millie’s head above the black square on that one, a little crescent of red hair.

My hands were trembling as I tore the plastic off the regular issue first. Millie was watching me, of course, sitting crosslegged on the floor in front of the coffee table as I sat on the sofa behind it.

I looked at the cover of the monthly. My mouth fell open. There was my wife, on the cover of CURVY, my favorite plumper magazine–wearing nothing but an innocent smile.

The seamless background was white, not blue. She stood with her bare feet together and her pale, fat thighs pressed tightly against each other, crouching just enough to keep her pussy slit from showing. She was bending over slightly, and was holding her hands flat, in front of her huge, hanging breasts–and her hands were just big enough to barely conceal her huge nipples. The expression on her pretty round face was a teasing smile.

I stroked my cock through my pants involuntarily. Millie giggled. ‘It took 20 minutes to get that shot right,’ she said. ‘Open it!’

I did. The Table of Contents featured a quarter-page shot of Millie with a big 45 in the bottom corner, the page number where her feature could be found. The picture was–remarkable.

The top half of the shot showed Millie looking down between her enormous tits, her innocent, wide-eyed baby face framed between her pale globes and fully-inflated knobs, her nipple-tips standing up like sausages–and the bottom half was a closeup of Millie’s hairless, flaring, glistening pussy, with the tips of her fingers holding it wide open. You could see her smoothly erect labia, her swollen, prominent clit, and maybe three inches into her red, liquid hole. Millie was stretching her cunt open right over the camera lens.

‘Jesus,’ I whispered, and Millie gave me that sexy little giggle I love so much. I looked from her delighted face in front of me, to the picture of her blatantly aroused and wide-open hole with that same face in the background above it in the magazine, and then back to her real face again.

‘I’ve never been this horny in my whole life,’ I said. She squealed with joy and clapped her hands like a child.

‘Get your dick out and jack off to it!’ she whispered eagerly. ‘I so want to see you do that!’

‘Not yet, Big Tits,’ I said. My voice was a little shaky. I would have shot in that moment if I’d gotten it out then. And this was just the first picture.

‘Turn to page 45!’ she said, bouncing up and down a little. The upper slopes of her tits rippled liquidly, but the coffee table concealed the rest of her.

Did I mention that she was naked? She had planned this for when the magazines came.

I did turn to page 45, and I stared, transfixed. It was a full-page shot of Millie against a black background, which emphasized and exaggerated the milky-white perfection of her skin, all over. She was stark naked, covered with gleaming oil, and posing like a Balinese dancer: bare feet wide apart and flat on the floor, knees turned outward and bent till her pale, fat, glistening thighs were horizontal. Her plump pelvis was cocked forward to exhibit her white, hairless pussy mound. Her flaring pink pussy lips were prominently displayed, clearly swollen and fetchingly parted. Her plump, pretty hands were pressed flat together as if praying, directly over her head, with her chubby, curvy arms forming a frame for her sweet baby face. She was looking directly into the camera, with the hint of a smile on her rosebud lips. And then there were her tits.

In the picture, Millie’s pale, gigantic, shining breasts seemed to flow from below her pale shoulders, flaring outward from her armpits till they were twice as wide as her body, her huge pink nipples pointing slightly down and outward. Her huge milkers hung to just above her waist–but were still pointed, full and preternaturally firm.

The caption, the title of the feature, was in green Irish Uncial type: ‘Irish Cream.’

I was thinking that it was the most perfect naked picture I’d ever seen, absolutely suited to my taste–my favorite pose, made more perfect by the oil and her uplifted hands–when Millie said, ‘I wanted them to use that one on the first page. I knew you’d like it.’

‘Y-you helped them lay out the feature?’

She giggled. ‘It was the last thing I did before we left. They decided it would be fun to hear my suggestions, and they liked them so much they just let me plan the whole thing. They did the special issue, though. I don’t know what’s in that one.’

My hard-on was already leaking pre-cum into my briefs. I felt it pumping more as Millie talked. I looked at her beautiful childlike face, her smooth white shoulders, and the foot or so of inviting cleavage between her huge pale tits that ended at the coffee table. Then I looked back at the incredibly erotic picture.

Damn.

I wasn’t going to make it to the end of this small feature without shooting in my pants. What was I going to do with Millie’s special issue? I looked at her name above the square of black plastic and shivered.

Millie saw the heat and pressure on my face, and–of course–she came out with that wicked little giggle. ‘Jeffie,’ she said in a sweet, pleading, childish tone, ‘Close your eyes for a minute…’

‘Wh–why?’ I stammered. I felt like a lake of sperm, an ocean, was pressing against the base of my dick, and I was trying to hold back the whole weight of it with nothing but a couple of tiny, quivering muscles and a scrap of will power.

I had never been so close to shooting without touching my dick, or having it touched, in my life. And I was looking at picture of Millie #3. Out of… What? Hundreds?

‘Just close your eyes, Jeffie… Trust me…’

Shivering, I closed my eyes. ‘Okay,’ I said. I heard her move.

A few seconds later, she trilled in a childish singsong, ‘You can open them now…’

Millie was standing in the middle of the room in that exact same pose, with that exact same smile–hands together over her head, bald pussy thrust forward, and huge tits hanging and flaring out wider than her body. She smiled at me and began to bump her fat hips and swing her huge milkers from side to side.

I shuddered and jerked and came in my pants for the first time in my life, and Millie smiled sweetly and bumped and dangled and jiggled and shimmied outrageously to keep me shooting. ‘You like my picture, Jeffie?’ she cooed.

‘Y-yuh,’ was the best I could do. I just kept spurting as she wiggled her fat ass and waggled her enormous tits, smiling at me innocently, wide-eyed and pink-cheeked and naked as a baby.

‘Turn the page,’ she trilled. I did.

The next was a two-page spread, an enormous picture of her, still barefoot-naked and white as milk against the black seamless paper–

And she was squatting on her pretty toes, bare feet spaced wide apart, her plump crotch spread so wide her pink asshole was on display–And she was stretching her swollen pussy flaps with both pretty hands, her tits captured between her bare arms and squeezed together so they swelled outward. They were so big they hid
her arms from mid-forearm to just below her shoulders. Her nipples were swelling, her fat faucets as long and rubbery as Vienna sausages.

Her face was suffused witn sexual hunger, her mouth lolling open and her eyes half-shut. A string of fluid hung from her open, aroused cunthole to the paper, and another dangled beside it.

I looked up–and Millie was holding that same pose, licking her lips lewdly as she looked at me over her tits. As I stared, she started working her cuntmuscles in my face, and a thick drool of her fucking juice oozed from her flexing hole and slowly dripped to the floor.

I shot again. Two loads in less than one minute. No hands. What was happening to me? This can’t keep going.

‘Turn,’ she said. I did. The next page didn’t show her face, just a puff of red hair. It was Millie from behind, on her knees with her big pale ass in the air, fat thighs spread wide, bare feet posed prettily–and her lovely little hands pulling her fat white asscheeks apart to show off her gaping, glistening cunthole, obscenely red and swollen and, again, literally drooling liquid–

And her tits were spread out on the floor on either side of her, impossibly far, her fat nipples pointing in opposite directions.

I looked up, and there she was, spread-out tits and all. Her cunt was even redder than in the picture. ‘Oh, baby,’ I moaned. ‘Oh, my sweet baby…’

I didn’t cum that time, but my cock was rapidly, impossibly stiffening again right after two involuntary orgasms.

The next shot was a killer. Millie was lying on her back on ocean-blue paper, her knees cocked up as high and wide as she could spread them, exhibiting her naked pussy and asshole as hard as she could. She was pulling her tits up by her nipples on either side of her sweetly innocent face–it was dwarfed by her huge tits–and looking at the camera from between them, open-mouthed and wide-eyed as if she had been unexpectedly surprised.

I hardly dared to look up–but when I did, there she was, duplicating that pose, smiling at me from between her huge pale tits. Damn.

It was maddening, so stimulating I couldn’t bear it. The magazine showed Millie to stunning perfection, every detail and feature, every plump and bare square inch of her from her sweet face to her cute little toes, displayed to best advantage and to the most obscene and sexually charged effect, a sort of ultimate plumper-lover’s wet-dream fantasy, and when I looked up, there she was, that same picture in the bare and perfect flesh. It was almost too much. It *was* too much.

I finally dropped my pants–and my sticky, cum-soaked briefs–so Millie could see the effect on my long-suffering dick.

After that, the effect was the same for both of us. I’d turn a page, gasp, and look up to see her doing it live–my cock would quake and drip fluid to the carpet, pre-cum running like a leaky faucet, and Millie’s bald fat pussy would do the same. Or I would spurt, my sperm arcing through the air, as Mille shuddered and came in front of me without touching her pussy, holding whatever pose had made me shoot.

It made her cum to see me shoot. That was my wife. What more could a man want, than my incredible Millie?

More pictures. Millie sucking her pretty toes with her tits flopped out across her creamy upturned thighs, above her glistening pussy. Cradling her tits in both arms, and still they spilled over in huge-nippled abundance.

Stretching her cunt into a lewd pink funnel, showing off the depths of her liquidly gleaming fucking-hole–and looking innocently shocked, her mouth an ‘O’ of surprise and her eyes wide. A closeup of her pretty, chubby little hand, with her middle finger out of sight–buried knuckle-deep in her shaved slit.

Another of her bending over, her huge tits hanging bare, nipples pink and tempting. Her huge pale ass, upturned and baby-bare, with her fat mound and swollen lips protruding between her cheeks–and her sweet smile, as innocent and open as a child’s, looking back as if she did not know her juicy cunt was on display.

Millie sucking her own tits–a difficult task, not because she could not reach them, but because it was so far down the long upper slope of her breast to her oversized baby-bottle nipples.

The last page of the feature had us both creaming–me with pulses of warm cum oozing from my dickhead to run down my cock and drip from my balls to the carpet, and Millie biting her lip and fingering herself to the sight.

She did not attempt this pose. It was an ad for the special issue. Full page again, on a blue background: Millie, still barefoot and stark naked, posing prettily–lifting her tits in her hidden hands, with both curvy bare legs bent, one pretty foot up on a chair–

And the stump of her big blue knobbly dildo protruding from between the pink and swollen, wet and flaring lips of her fat, shaved cunt. No hands. It was devastating.

Even as I came, without a touch, I saw Millie biting her lip squint-eyed and rising toward her own blistering-hot orgasm.

‘My God, Millie!’ I scolded her. ‘You’re posing stark naked for a million men, with a dildo up your fuckhole! Aren’t you ashamed?’

She squealed and shivered and came for me, writhing naked on the floor.

We took a break for lunch before we looked at the special. Millie wrapped up in a plush terry robe, her enormous tits made it look like she was hiding a pillow underneath it. Her baby face was flushed and pink, her eyes bright. ‘This is the neatest thing I’ve ever done, Jeff,’ she said. ‘Thank you for letting me do it.’

‘Letting you?’ I said. ‘I ordered you to do it, Big Tits. Don’t forget that.’

She shivered. ‘Ooo, that’s right,’ she breathed. ‘I had to. You made me.’ She shivered again.

It was hardly really true, but it thrilled her anyway. ‘How do you want to look at this one?’ she asked. We were seated on the couch, Millie still in her robe. The special issue, still in its modest plastic wrapper, lay on the coffee table in front of us.

‘You want to see it too, right? I mean, at the same time I do.’

‘Sure.’ She giggled. ‘I wish you could fuck me while we look at it, though. Maybe we can feel each other.’

‘I have an idea,’ I said. ‘Wait a minute.’

I went out to the garage, and finally found it: my old music stand, from when I played trombone as a kid. Well, I probably shouldn’t say I played it, but I carried it around, anyway.

I set in in front of the sofa. ‘Now you sit on my lap and turn the pages,’ I said, ‘and I can fuck you and play with your tits.’

‘Ooo!’ Her eyes twinkled. ‘That sounds like good fun!’

I placed the magazine on the stand, then dropped my pants–all I was wearing–kicked them off, and sat down on the cushion.

My cock was standing up stiff as a fencepost, which seems amazing after the number of times I shot that morning, but living with Millie gave me an advantage there. Sex with her was a frequent and strenuous workout. It had given me the ability to get hard and shoot a dozen times a day when I needed to. I could probably have done 40-pound curls with my prostate if I could have picked up a dumbbell with it.

Millie dropped her robe–as always, I was slightly stunned at the sight of her astonishing body and the knowledge that she was my fucking toy–and backed up to me. Her pretty little hands delicately pulled her big, pale asscheeks apart, and she carefully settled her liquid pussy lips over my swelling dickhead–then slowly sat.

‘Ooo,’ we said together, as my cock slid all the way inside her slippery, fluttery tube.

‘Yoga style,’ I said, and she nodded. We had done Tantric sex before, where we sat facing each other crosslegged, my cock deep in her cunt, and did not move for hours. The usual result was a mindbending five- or ten-minute orgasm for both of us, but I somehow doubted it would take that long this time.

She began to unwrap the magazine. ‘I hope
they used some of my bondage shots,’ she said. My cock twitched at that, and she giggled. ‘You’re not supposed to move,’ she said.

‘They let you play in the ropes and chains?’ I asked.

‘Oh, yes! That was fun. I felt so helpless and exposed! And it was fun to pretend to be scared and stuff, too!’ I shivered again.

She placed the magazine, unwrapped now, back on the stand–and we both gasped.

Her name was at the top in huge letters. There was little other type on the cover. To the left it said, ‘Hottest new model ever!’ and ‘Our first special edition!’ To the right it said, ‘Over 500 photos!’ and ‘ALL TOTALLY NUDE!’

The cover shot was amazing. It showed my sweet, fat wife standing naked and barefoot on a bright blue background, trying to cover herself modestly with one hand at her pussy and her arm pressed across her breasts. Her tits swelled out both above and below her chubby forearm, but it managed to conceal her huge pink knobs by a millimeter. The expression on her round baby face was one of shocked, childlike surprise, as if she had been caught innocently naked by the photographer, her big blue eyes were wide, and her rosebud lips made a tiny ‘O’ of embarrassment and violated modesty. The effect was stunningly erotic.

‘Jesus,’ I said, and Millie squealed and giggled with delight. ‘I look like a scared little girl!’ she said.

I looked at her huge tits in the picture. ‘Scared big girl, maybe,’ I said. She slapped my leg lightly and laughed. I felt my cock throbbing in her pussy. My cum was already rising, like a slow incoming tide.

We didn’t know it then, but Millie’s special issue #1 (as it turned out to be) would become a legend in the world of softcore porn. For big-tit and plumper lovers, it became almost a holy book, it went through a dozen printings and sold more than 150,000 copies, and still brings prices in the high three figures on the used market years later. A dog-eared, cum-stained copy will bring $100 or more, and a pristine new one closer to a thousand.

I still have three, unopened. Sorry, they’re not for sale.

Millie opened the magazine, and I spurted deep inside her. She spasmed and came hard, her juicy-wet cuntmuscles milking my bursting cock like a fist.

No ads, as she had said. Inside the front cover was a two-page spread–appropriately so called–of my plump and naked Millie squatting, from behind, her bare feet wide apart, her skin milk-white against a seamless black background. Her whole chubby body was glistening with shiny oil, and her pale and hairless crotch was completely exposed, her wet pink pussy was gaping open and her tiny puckered asshole was on gleaming display–and her stunning, huge and long and heavy tits were glisteningly revealed from underneath, dangling so low her long, fat nipples were an inch above the floor with a thin stream of oil trickling from each one. She was looking back at the camera with a sweet, embarrassed smile. The copy just said, ‘Say hello to Millie….’

‘Jesus God,’ I said, when I was done shooting. Millie was still shivering, which was doing nothing at all to soften my still steel-hard cock.

‘I look good, don’t I?’ she said in a tiny voice. ‘Everybody thinks I look good…’

For the first time that day, I took her tits in my hands and caressed them. ‘You look way better than good, baby. You look fantastic.’

She leaned back against me, lifting her chest to my hands. ‘Oh, Jeffie,’ she whispered. ‘I’m pretty…’

I fondled her 20 pounds of soft and warm breast-flesh and nuzzled her smooth cheek. After a moment, she turned the page.

The next page was a table of contents, and across from it was a full-page portrait of Millie’s sweet, round face, wearing her incandescent, childlike smile and looking at the camera with huge and sparkling blue eyes. I cut it out and had it framed, and it hangs on my office wall as I write this.

The table of contents had me quivering again. I wondered how many times I would shoot in Millie’s fat pussy before we got to the last page.

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On the 31th of July Millie Marie closed the shop that bore her name, giving, as was her long tradition, the employs and followers of Millie Marie's Housewives & Others the whole of August off with pay. Millie herself, making sure no one knew where she was going, headed to the airport for her annual pilgrimage to the Greek Isle of Samos. It was there in 1890 that Millie Marie, then known as Sir Miles Jove St. Maris, a member of what passed in that time as the profession...

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Clarence and Millie

We sat at the table, her holding my hand me bawling like a baby. "Clarence stop it now. I mean it. It is not the end of the world. I told you because I love you. I do not want to lose you. I do not want you finding out the wrong way about; well, about the things I am doing with Marcus," she said. I'm sure she thought her tone was supportive, but she was killing me. "Millie, you're my wife. Is what you really want a divorce? I mean after all of these years, Millie, twenty-one years!" I...

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Millies Night Out From Hell

The night had finally arrived, it was the employee of the year party and awards night and everyone was excited. The top ten employees from each franchise had been voted by the company directors, and were being whisked away for an all expenses paid night out, at a swanky club in Liverpool. Last years event had been a raging success, and Millie Stone was delighted to be attending. She was only just 18, and had only worked at the company for about 8 months, but she'd obviously made an impression!...

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Jerry Millie

Chapter 1: Life hasn't been the best Dad and I were returning from our hunting trip. We had just bagged an eight point buck, and I did the actual shooting this time. It was nice walking through the woods with my dad. A chance to get back to nature after a rough couple of years. As dad pulled up at the general store I got out to check in the deer. Dad said he would wait in the truck. Chuck, the store owner, was checking in my deer when I was heard loud voices outside. "Leave me the fuck...

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Jerry Millie

Thank you to LadyCibelle and Techsan for editing my story and making it a better read for all of us. * Chapter 1: Life hasn’t been the best. Dad and I were returning from our hunting trip. We had just bagged an eight point buck, and I did the actual shooting this time. It was nice walking through the woods with my dad. A chance to get back to nature after a rough couple of years. As dad pulled up at the general store I got out to check in the deer. Dad said he would wait in the truck....

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Loosening Up Book 8 Decade Remembered Decade StartedChapter 15 Millie Kids in Circle 101

Millie was truly a beautiful mature woman in every way. She had an aura of beauty around her that wasn’t just physical. She gave off vibes of being loving, friendly, gracious, and agreeable to work with. He knew that if he had the right visual sensitivity, he’d probably be able to see a halo over her head, as well as a beautiful aura. Those vibes carried a spiritual element to them that made him feel deeply connected to her in mind, body, and spirit. Millie was wearing Bermuda shorts and a...

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Schoolgirl Millie and MrJenkins Ch 3

Over the weekend, Millie had been feeling horny all the time. She could not stop thinking about Mr.Jenkins or his dick. Whenever she had the house alone, she would strip her clothes off and masturbate while thinking about her teacher. At night time, she would stuff her wet panties in her mouth and finger fuck herself until she screamed. She knew she needed to see him soon.Teacher Dean Jenkins had been worried sick over the weekend, he did not know what to do about Millie, the blackmail or...

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Rob And Millie Go To Atlanta

I watched her skirt tighten over her tight round ass as she bent to put some papers in the lower drawer of the file cabinet. Everything about Candace made me hard and it tore me up that I would never be able to do what I wanted which was to spend hours, days, weeks and months making love to her. She knew I wanted her and I was pretty sure that she'd had a few licentious thoughts about me, but I was cursed. A wicked spell had been cast over me and that spell prevented me from having Candace....

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Millie

John slumped. The lava lamp glow of the screen on his desk was barely enough to illuminate the keyboard, barely enough to illuminate the scribbled notes that had managed to hold him awake until now; until now when the relentless drip of cheap vodka down his throat had overpowered the passion in the pen. Perhaps John would have called it poison in the pen. Anyone walking into the room would have noted that whilst in general it was tidy, the desk was suffering an overflow of...

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Guarding Millie Bobby Brown

By Pilgrim. © Part I - Introductions & Positions Scene 1 So far this had been a day from hell. No scratch that, a week from hell. Hectic, badly planned, too stressful badly timed and to top it all off, we were in London: Home to the beautiful, charismatic, intelligent young woman Millie Bobby Brown. I'm not sure if she was still able to call any place home really. But today really did take the cake. But perhaps I should clarify who I am. I'm Mike, Millie's personal bodyguard ever since her...

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Schoolgirl Millie and Mr Jenkins

Seventeen year old Millie woke up late on a Friday morning. She couldn’t risk going to school late again this week. She was lucky last time. The teacher, Mrs. Kim, was very nice and let her off very easily without a detention. But that teacher is no longer at her school; she retired and there would be a new teacher. She hoped she/he would be nice and sweet just as Mrs. Kim.The alarm clock blared noisily near her ear. She groaned and slammed her hand on top of it. She peeked an eye open and saw...

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Millie found the perfect partner to fulfil her handcuff fetish

Millie is a plain girl-next-door you would not notice twice. Though she had a petite and attractive body, she hardly ever found a guy to her taste. Most thought she is a too shy and introverted. But in reality, Millie had fetishes including handcuff fetish that often threw regular guys off-track. So, every time she started dating a guy, eventually they would run away as soon as she disclosed her kinky side. It was getting frustrating for her so she decided to look for guys specifically based on...

Fetish
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The Mortification of Millie

It was fifteen minutes from quitting time when Millie got called into Mr. Carrolton's office. In the fifteen years of working her way up through the ranks at Carrolton Manufacturing, this was the first time she had ever set foot in his office. She was very nervous, as people rarely got called into that office for good reasons. When she entered, she immediately saw Mr. Carrolton sitting behind his very large desk. Mr. Wallace, her immediate supervisor, was in a chair to her right. Millie was...

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Millie Continues Her Computer Education

It had been two weeks since my wife, Beth and I had last seen our friend Millie. Just when we thought she had forgotten us, we got an E-mail. "Hi Teachers," it read, "I think I'm ready for another computer lesson when you are. I'll be shopping in our usual place tomorrow around ten o'clock. See you there?" Love you guys! Millie To say that Beth and I were pleased would be a definite understatement. We were ecstatic! Beth was especially delighted since she had been shortchanged during...

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John Millie Pete Allison

It was at the beginning of the summer, circa 1985, and Pete had just returned home from university. He would have enjoyed spending the entire summer lazing around and taking it easy, but he needed a job. University was expensive and although his parents helped out with the bulk of the cost, they didn’t have the money to allow for anything other than the essentials. He wanted to earn some extra cash for clothing, movies, social events, and a myriad of other things that you can’t get without...

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Schoolgirl Millie and Mr Jenkins Ch 2

It was after her school ended when Millie went home alone. She was glad it was the end of the week. She needed to think about her feelings, especially the part where she wanted to touch him. Did she want to blow his mind? Fuck him?“Maybe..” She muttered to herself, biting her lip as she entered her bedroom and falling onto the bed before bringing her mobile phone out of her pocket. She scrolled down to find the picture she wanted to see. On the screen, a picture of her homeroom/maths teacher...

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Teaching Millie Shes Hot Part IV New York

We were standing at the airline counter, redeeming our tickets to New York. The clerk was going through his list of canned questions, looking up only to snatch glimpses of the Grand Canyon–the 16 inches of Millie’s creamy-white cleavage (I measured it while she giggled). She was wearing a shockingly short microskirt and an incredibly low-cut T-shirt top, with a stretchy sling bra that offered very little support for her swaying, wobbling football tits. Actually, they’re bigger than footballs....

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Millie the Magical Milkmaid

Millie’s mum was also called Millie and that could be confusing except for the fact everyone called Millie the daughter “Little Millie” and they called her mum “Big Millie. It was somewhat of an amusing circumstance as “Big Millie” was tiny in comparison to her daughter. “Little Millie was quite tall and had a humongous appetite that caused her to have self-described “big bones” in full explanation for her size. It was Little Millie’s rear-end that made her distinctive when viewed from behind...

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A King and His QueenChapter 37 Millie

“Who are you?” “I’m Alice.” “Are you on the project?” Millie asked despite assuming that everyone there was part of the project. “No. I’m Andrew’s mother.” Not expecting that answer, Millie stared at Alice trying to think of something to say. Finally, she managed, “This is awkward.” “You’re about my age, aren’t you?” “Probably,” Millie said. Being less than helpful, Cat said, “According to Andrew, Millie gives the best blowjob in the world. You might want to take some lessons from her,...

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MillieChapter 2

The next time I saw Millie was three days later when she was cutting her grass. Cutting grass right is work but watching Millie cut grass is a pleasure. She was wearing a pair of tight purple short-shorts, a black sports bra and a pair of tennis shoes. She worked fast behind a gas powered push mower. I was going to finish my edging and stuff and blow off the driveway when I saw her. She didn't see me, she was fully focused on what she was doing. Her arm was out of the sling, which surprised...

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Connie and Millie

Connie Eubanks was feeling a little low that morning, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t get into her job, and constantly had to remind herself to get back to work! Even while taking phone calls, her mind would wander and she had to ask several clients to repeat what they had just said because she wasn’t paying any attention! At about 11:15 her phone rang and it was her best friend Millie calling to see if they could have lunch together. “Sure Mil,” Connie replied, “why not, I’ll...

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How Mildred Became Millie

The sun was rapidly warming my bedroom when I finally awoke after my first good night's sleep in a week or more. I rolled over and looked at my watch, it was already 10 AM. I was still somewhat tired and might have been able to go back to sleep for another hour or so, but the increasing heat indicated that it was time to get up. The reason for my poor sleep in the days before was my panic efforts to finish out my freshman year at college without flunking out. I believe that I achieved...

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millie rick and i

the following story is 100% true. this is a story of my first 3-some with my good friend rick and a cross dresser i had been chatting with for some time. the names have been changed to protect the guilty.....lolrick and i have known each other for approximately 20 years. with rick i feel free to explore my gay side. it is for this reason that i now consider myself a bisexual male. rick is gay and we met while working together in a different city where we now live. we had a project to do along...

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My Stepmom Millie

"Matt!" I hear someone shout from the crowd of people waiting at the exit to the airport. I look towards the direction of the sound, and I see a blonde woman in her mid-40s, short hair, and in a tight white top smiling at me and waving, and I recognise my step-mom Millie Smith. I smile back and wave, and walk towards her, pushing my luggage cart in front of me until I reach where she is standing. She runs up to me and gives me a hug, and as she is pressing into me, I realise that she has...

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Millie Meats Her MateChapter 2

(Due to the fact that quite a bit of time has passed since part I was written, my recommendation would be to read part I before reading part II. Some editing has been done on part I of a technical nature not enough to change the storyline in any way. The “meats” in the title is not a typo but a pun of sorts due to the butcher trade of one of her candidates for lifelong partnership. This will close out this story because there is a decided lack of interest in this style of restrained erotica...

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Millie as a Prostitute

Millie sat in her living room looking down at the letters on the table with a tear running down her cheek. They were all labelled "last warning", "payment due now", "final warning" and similarly. She thought of her boyfriend that had walked out on her a few weeks ago, breaking her heart, emptying their joint bank account, causing their last two rent checks to bounce, and meaning that the bills were piling up. Millie needed cash, and lots of it, now. She had left the small town she grew up in...

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MillieChapter 3

It took us a few days but we soon became comfortable living together. Well not exactly comfortable. I broke out an old pair of pajamas that I hadn't worn in years and wore them in the evening after dinner when I was out about the house. Millie, I think tried to shock me by wearing almost nothing. She usually wore a tee-shirt that almost covered her ass. If the tee-shirt rode up, which it often did, I found myself trying not to stare at a pair of thong panties that barely covered her in front...

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All Because of Millie

Dear readers: I know this story is rather long, but it would not have made sense if I had put it in two parts. I hope this does not deter you from reading it because I would love comments. It’s my first venture into a ‘mature’ story and I think it came out well. I hope you will think so also. Thanks! All Because of Millie Millie had just turned forty-five a month ago. She had been by herself now for three years and quite frankly, she had gotten used to it. The death of her husband had...

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Kristens Big Mistake Redux by Millie Dynamite

by Millie Dynamite © copyright 2014, 2019, 2020 by Millie Dynamite Kristen’s trip went well, she’d bought dozens of new outfits, spent a fortune on all kinds of indulgences, and enjoyed herself indulgence in the resort getaway. She felt satisfied and only wanted to get home to her husband to play the part of a loving wife. He’d be happy, she returned two days ahead of schedule, and she would satisfy his every whim, the old fart had always been an easy mark. Passing over the exchange, she...

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Mollys Rapturous Embrace by Millie Dynamite

An erotic short story from “Millie’s Vast Expanse” By Millie Dynamite License Notes This eBook license is for your personal enjoyment only. This eBook is not authorized for resale and may not be for a given away to other people. © Copyright 2016, 2019 by Millie Dynamite All Rights Reserved NOTE: This work contains material not suitable for anyone under the age of eighteen (18) or those of a delicate nature. This is a story and contains descriptive scenes of a graphic sexual nature. By...

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True to Ones Nature by Millie Dynamite

by Millie Dynamite © Copyright 2018 by Millie Dynamite It’s true, I’m a fucking genius. I have literally gotten away with murder, several killings if the truth is told. I enjoy ending lives, especially the lives of beautiful girls. You know the girls I mean, the ones that are so beautiful that men are afraid to approach them. The ones that look down their noses at everyone I find the most fun…the most enjoyable to rape and kill that is. Admit it friend, you’ve thought about it. Choking...

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Cold Encounter A Flash Story by Millie Dynamite

by Millie Dynamite This is a very short flash story from the disturbed mind of Millie. It contains Rape of an underage girl. If you don't like that sort of thing, um, why read it? If you, then read away. Cold Encounter The cold of the night clawed its way inside me. My face pushes against the cold, rough, hard bricks of the building, chaffing my tender flesh from the relentless rubbing my left check against the nodulous surface. Up an inch, down, up then down, as my body lurched from...

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A Kiss Before We Part by Millie Dynamite

by Millie Dynamite © Copyright 2020 by Millie 90 lbs of Dynamite A warm glow in the eastern sky, all pink and reddish-purple, foreshadowed the impending sunrise. Gazing out her window, rubbing her belly, Iris thought of the hot encounter the previous night. Their intimate embraces lingered in Iris’s mind and on her body. His tender loving touch, his subservience, and attention to her needs flickered like a movie in her thoughts. The whole thing had been delicious. She basked in the afterglow...

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Carnal Crimes Part One Back Road Cop by Millie Dynamite a cuckold story

A Cuckold Story Millie Dynamite © Copyright 2021 by Millie Dynamite This is a work of fiction and not intended to promote any lifestyle. This is merely a representation of the fantasy of the cuckold lifestyle. The names, characters, places, and incidents are drawn from the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any similarity to any person, living or dead, is merely coincidental and unintentional. This story contains some sex and violence, and racial stereotypes. If you have an issue...

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Forbidden Passions in a Darkened Room by Millie Dynamite

Beyond desire, beyond obsession, their love is everything! An Incestual Erotic Short Story in “Millie’s Vast Expanse” Millie Dynamite   © Copyright 2021 by Millie Dynamite NOTE: This work contains material not suitable for anyone under eighteen (18) or those of a delicate nature. This is a story and contains de***********ive scenes of a graphic incestuous sexual nature. This tale is a work of pure fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s...

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Nightmare By Millie Dynamite A Flash Story

By Millie Dynamite —A Flash Story— The darkness lay in my mind, thicker than a peasouper fog. A dull throbbing on the back of my head marked a spot where I had received a hard blow. Who hit me? Why did they? Where did this happen? And, where am I? All answers to my questions eluded my frazzled mind. I understood I was a prisoner. How I knew this, I cannot explain with words. You see, at this point, I had yet to open my eyes. My eyes fluttered open, and the darkness in the room neared that...

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Predator Prey The Revivification by Millie Dynamite

by Millie Dynamite Civilization did not end in a fiery, violent, flash on the surface that rivaled a star’s birth. Rather a slow, violent descent into anarchy. The chaos flowed into everyday life worldwide in a sluggish, inevitable drip and drab. Something happened to the men in the world, their natural aggression exploded inside their brains, in that deep, dark recess of the primitive, hormonal, driven subconscious part called “The id.” It bred inside them dividing, and subdividing, until...

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Nasty Boys by Millie Dynamite

by Millie Dynamite The random chat window opened, for a moment the two viewers were fuzzy and out of focus. Then the woman came in to view. She was stunning, her blonde hair hung in waves either side of her face, her big green eyes had shades of green and blue on the lids, and above, her arched eyebrows, high cheekbones, and slender somewhat elegant nose were all the boys could see. She moved back, and her full pouty lips parted in a smile. “Well, my goodness you two boys are quite young,...

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