[MF] [Long] How I fell hard for Millie's charm and breathtaking body | 2016

(Reuploaded based on some great constructive feedback received. Edited a few things – thanks!)

This is the story of how myself and my girlfriend ended up together. One of the primary reasons, as I hope will be explained in depth is due to the first few nights we spent together.

A week prior to this, I had split up with my girlfriend of over a year. It was an unhappy relationship in my view, very little interest was ever given to me or what I was doing. I was undoubtedly part of the furniture, something that was in the house, but not particularly noticed; unless you stubbed your toe on it. Alas, I was free from the monotonous shackles that had engulfed me for said year.

I am, I guess, a pretty unremarkable guy; a high school teacher. I’m around 5’11, and of average build, I play sports to keep in shape, but not obsessively gym sculpting. I have shortish brown hair that I spike, and keep a trimmed stubble on my face.

The following weekend, my friend of many years invited me over for a cheering up evening with her and her boyfriend (don’t be weird, Reddit, it didn’t go where you think it might be going, you kinky things). Myself and Melissa had been friends from school onwards, and had always tried to be there for one another when times were tough. I also happened to live in the back end of nowhere, whilst Melissa and her boyfriend lived in relative civilisation, so thankfully, more goings on were occurring than where I was usually. The plan was to have a few drinks in a pub, come back to Melissa’s and have a few drinks more and a few games.

When I arrived, Millie was also here.

Now, Millie. I had previously bumped into, (spoiler alert, quite literally) a few weeks prior. With a group of friends, I spotted her across the dim light of a dive bar. Anyone meeting Millie then and since are always awestruck by her 24 year old body. She has dangerous curves, the type to quite literally drive a man (or woman) to their knees once you have those proportions in your head. Millie had shoulder length flowing blonde hair, with blended brunette roots giving a surfer vibe to it. She has an undeniably pretty smile, with dimples when she laughs. I of course noticed her staggering body, too.

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When I first saw Millie, she was wearing a tight white shirt, with several buttons undone to reveal a plunging line of cleavage that disappeared down the shirt. The rest of the buttons were straining against Millie’s beautiful, round, large tits. She had also left some buttons undone at the bottom of the shirt, revealing a slender, toned belly with hip bones that ‘popped’ towards the eyes. My heart was already pounding blood towards my crotch at this sight, and truthfully it was not prepared for the next journey my eyes took further down Millie’s body. She was wearing wet look black leggings. They were so tight they could well have been sprayed on. As the light bounded off the dingy aura of the pub, it caught the outline of her toned legs with curvy, powerful thighs. When Millie turned around it was difficult to believe one woman could possess all these things I was seeing. Her leggings clung to her ass cheeks like nothing I have ever seen. Her pert ass pushed against the fabric as she walked, each step inviting more eyes towards her as they perfectly jiggled effortlessly against her leggings.

I was immediately aware that on this night out, I was not the only man who had eyes on Millie. Hell, who wouldn’t with her body and her outfit? Eyes followed the line of her cleavage all night, only being broken when she turned around. I had clocked she was with her boyfriend, and I simply went about my business of window shopping. Occasionally, Millie locked eyes with me through the depths of the crowd, only for the brief encounter to be broken by the shuffling of a person in the line of sight.

As this night went on, Millie was decreasingly present in the bar, and I resigned myself to my group of friends who did little to break my distracted thoughts from prior in the evening.

Towards the end of the night, I momentarily found myself sat alone, in a quiet corner of the bar. I will argue that it was by chance that other friends had gone to the bar/outside/home rather than perhaps I was tremendously dull conversation as a consequence of my inability to strike conversation due to my distracted state, but you’d know I’d be lying.

Millie sits down next to me.

She says nothing for what seems like an eternity as she perches on a barstool. She flicks her hair back, removing any traces of hair that could block eyesight into her cleavage. Her legs crossed, waving her higher leg in my direction. She leans forward ever so slightly, her cleavage now ever more inviting.

“Hi”, she says in a sultry voice.

I muster the attention to reply.

20 minutes pass in a mere flash. Millie is awesome. She works as a secretary for a local industrial company, nothing too fancy, but works hard. She likes rock music, comic book films and good beer. What’s more, we also share something else in common, a dead end relationship with an other half who couldn’t give us the time of day. How somebody could do this to someone as gorgeous and all over attractive was a travesty which I of course shared my views of with Millie.

Drinks kept coming; mainly from my interested friends who were revelling in the fact I was keeping such a stunning woman in close range for them to undoubtedly visually peruse, as well.

Millie suggested we go to the dance floor. This was the first time our conversation/actions had anything that could be misconstrued as advancing towards one another. As I glanced around, I saw my girlfriend flirting outrageously with some meat head guy who, if you looked at close enough, could be confused with a bag of potatoes. I decided that it would be no harm, I had no bad intentions after all.

We got onto the dancefloor. Millie immediately found a busy spot, I didn’t think anything of it. She instantaneously turned her body, her firm ass cheeks pressed against my crotch. Her arms come above her head, reaches behind, and pulls my head beside hers. Her lifting her arms had made her shirt rise up slightly, revealing yet more cleavage. I could now see her soft tits framed by a lace black bra, with trims of red lace circling it. I could feel my cock straining at my jeans. She pushed her ass back. She knew, she absolutely knew she was making me rock hard. There was no way she couldn’t feel it. Her warm neck felt sublime against mine; she whispered into my ear that ‘we both know what’s right’. This of course being a throw back to out earlier conversation where we had both revealed the extent of our emotionally lacklustre relationships. I initially resisted doing anything other than be pushed up against. Naturally, it didn’t feel quite right, we were both still in relationships. The alcohol was clearly giving Millie the confidence to finally do something about this relationship though. And in truth, the alcohol was starting to the same for me. ‘We shouldn’t’, I said to Millie. Quick as a flash, Millie replies to me ‘they shouldn’t be doing what they are to us then’. At this point, she used her ass to push hard on my cock, and position it from its initial down my trouser leg position, to a perfectly upright, straining against the belt line of my trousers position. How she did it so seamlessly I will never know. Then, as a knowing way of how great and firm her ass was, she positions herself so my cock is between her ass cheeks. The sheer tightness of her leggings allows her to essentially grip the bulge in my trousers as she slowly starts to grind on me. My knees went weak, she knew she had cast a spell on me.

A few minutes pass of this. Her friends call her from the other side of the dance floor. She gives a playful squeeze of my bugle with her right hand, before swiftly saying ‘see ya’, and disappearing into the dark. I went home.

A couple of weeks pass. Millie is on my mind undoubtedly, but I was learning to put this down to a fleeting encounter, perhaps even romanticised by alcohol, and that was that. In this time, however, I did find the courage to split with my girlfriend. I had enough of the emotional neglect, and realised, arguably through my encounter with Millie, that I could do better, and deserved better.

Fast forward back to my friend’s house.

I greeted Melissa, and her boyfriend Jake as usual, and got myself a drink. I said hi to Millie in a cautious way, wary that perhaps she didn’t recall that night? Perhaps she regretted it? Perhaps she was terrified that I knew Melissa.

Melissa interjected the frozen silence. ‘I’ve heard all about you two a few weeks ago. Millie can’t keep secrets’. Millie gave a cheeky, knowing smile towards me. My imagination raced back to that night.

It transpires that in that time, Millie had also split from her boyfriend, in what a much later conversation revealed was for the same reason I had done it in that time – a boost of confidence from that late-night encounter.

Melissa had decided that this time, we were not going to go out; we were going to stay in, enjoy a few drinks, play a few games and head to bed.

All night, we all enjoyed general chat – nothing to imply the sexual tension that existed between myself and Millie.

As the night drew to a close, I eyed up my usual sleeping spot at Melissa’s house, the sofa in the corner of the flat. It was small flat, and only had this one sofa.

Millie, like me had had a couple of drinks, too. She was staying, too. Melissa gave a knowing look. She knew why she had invited Millie over. She knew it would lead to this conversation.

I said to Millie I’d be happy to sleep on the floor, for her to have the sofa. I am, after all, nothing more than a gentleman. She insisted that she would be fine on the floor, and I should have the sofa.

I returned from the bathroom to find Millie and Melissa had thrown blankets, duvets and cushions on the floor to make a makeshift small double bed on the floor. I initially panicked and wanted to ensure Millie was ok with this; not knowing it was her decision. By now, I had got changed into sleep wear, a t shirt and some loose fitting bed shorts. Millie returned from the bathroom, and had a tight black tank top on, with a pair of bed shorts. It looked like the bed shorts were designed to be loose fitting, but sheer magnificence of her ass meant that they barely covered two thirds of her ass cheeks. Despite not having a bra on, her tits still filled her top impressively, looking as firm and as pert as the first time I laid eyes on her.

We lay down, both on our backs to begin with. I’d be lying if I said my heart was not running quick, I knew I was on the floor with a smoking hot girl who was wearing not too much. As much as a gentleman as I try to appear, we all have our limits. We carry on chatting, about the past and the future – almost simultaneously ignoring the present. Millie rolls onto her left side, facing away from her. She pokes her butt out towards me, and pulls my right arm, rolling me over towards her. She wiggles her ass into position, and pulls my right arm over her. She begins to stroke the bicep of my arm with her fingertips.

This is even too much for me. My cock swells, and springs upwards. There’s no jeans to prevent its trajectory this time. Millie feels it press against her ass. She wiggles her ass some more, I exhale deeply. Predominantly because she hasn’t moved away in horror.

Then, she moves her ass away. I panic. What did I do, I think to myself. I then feel her fingers wrap themselves around the base of my cock. She takes a firm grip and starts moving her hand back and forth, occasionally on the downwards stroke rubbing her fingertips underneath my balls.

My hand has made its way underneath Millie’s tank top. My hand starts to cup her tits; the tits I have been desperate to get my hands on for weeks now. I trace my fingers over her nipples for the first time. They’re pierced. Thin metal bars run through both her nipples. They’re so sensitive to touch, she gasps in delight every time I touch them.

By now, pre-cum is oozing from myself, Millie recognises this, and pushes me onto my back. She pulls my shorts down swiftly, and for the first time takes a full, proper grip of my cock before continuing to stroke. She leans over me, almost perpendicular to me. This allows my hand to explore her ass for the first time, and revel in just how firm it is. My hand is swamped by the size of her ass as all I can do is squeeze as her hand puts me into ecstasy.

I start to trace my hand up the line of her leg, towards the warmth of her pussy. At this point, she moves away, moving down my body. She insists this is about me.

She kneels between my legs, looking up at me. She places her left hand at the base of my cock, and her right hand at the top. In a movement I only believed existed in porn, her left hand twisted up and clockwise, her right hand down and anti-clockwise. I threw my head back in pleasure, and let out an ‘oh my God’ through gritted teeth as I knew she was going to drive me over the edge.

She stopped.

And said.

“I’m even better with my mouth”.

With that, the head of my cock disappeared into Millie’s mouth. Her full lips engulfing me. Her right hand continued to work the base of my cock as she bobbed her head back and forth. She let saliva descend from her mouth a little to ensure her lips glided over me. Millie looked up at me, licking the head of my cock. She locked her eyes as she slowly, so slowly took each inch of my cock further and further into her mouth. I felt the head press against the back of her throat. Without flinching she took me further. Her lips eventually pressed against my trimmed pubic area; my cock angled down her throat. A bulge emerged in her throat where my cock was pulsing from the pleasure.

She slid me back out her throat – lines of saliva lacing the gap between my cock and her lips.

She descended a few more times, working her hand in tandem with her mouth. I felt the brewings of orgasm in the depths of my body, my toes curled, my knees locked. Millie felt my balls tighten, and my cock twitch, she pumped hard on me, sucking equally hard, her cheeks pulling into her mouth. She emitted a squeal when I came; my ropes of cum bouncing off the back of her throat. She continued sucking, if anything even harder than before. She was sucking the cum from my balls in such a way that I could never describe.

I laid there. Spent. She swallowed my entire load. A quick drink, and she rolled over to sleep, only whispering ‘I told you I was better with my mouth’ before pulling me back towards the spooning position once more.

The following morning, everyone had to depart quite quickly for various engagements, and a quick kiss on the cheek from Millie and we were on our way.

Next week, Melissa invited me over again. Shamelessly, my first question was ‘will Millie be there?’.

“Yes”.

Chapter 2

By this time, Millie had added me on the ever helpful facebook. We had chatted occasionally of an evening, but nothing sexual, which, as it turned out later, was frustrating for us both given what had occurred the previous week.

Once again, I arrived at Melissa’s house. I knew we were all definitely going out this evening, so spruced myself up. I put on my favourite shirt which accentuated the best bits of my torso. I also made sure I wore the same jeans that I had worn when I had my first encounter with Millie. Beyond the fact they brought back good memories, they were also tapered well at the crotch. This displayed the outlines of my cock nicely, and if nothing else gave me a lot of confidence to catch stray eyes on it. In fact, Melissa’s eyes were the first to go there when she opened the door.

I approached the front room where I knew Millie to be.

Wow.

Whilst Millie, the last time I had seen her dressed up to go out had an aura of playfulness and slutiness about her, she was pure class and sophistication on this occasion.

Her hair was again allowed to flow from her head to her shoulders, although perhaps it was wavier this time, giving her an almost ‘fresh out the salty sea’ look. She had a bright red lipstick on, that really emphasised how full and plush her lips were, and instantaneously made me recollect the previous week when said lipstick, had she been wearing any at that point, would have certainly left a mark at the very base of my cock.

Her dress was a dark plum red, and it fitted to her curves like glue; there truly wasn’t a lose point on it. The dress had black hips and bust areas that only served to pronounce her curves as far the eye could see. Her tits once again strained at the fabric covering them. The dress was not low cut by any means, but the size of them pulled the dress away from her body which teased the briefest of plunging cleavage lines. It may have been my contextual knowledge from the previous week, but I was adamant that on close inspection, which I did a lot, her beautiful nipple piercings could be seen poking from beneath her dress and bra. The bottom of the dress clung to her hips like silk over marble, and was seemingly made for Millie’s ass as the dress cupped under her magnificent ass cheeks to mid-way down her thigh. It certainly made me think of Winston Churchill’s infamous saying; ‘that a dress should be like a speech, long enough to cover the subject, but short enough to keep the interest’. When I moved closer, Millie turned around, and coincidentally (probably not) reached over to take something from her bag, the dress rode up to reveal a little more thigh, but such was the tightness of the dress, it was clear to see from the outline in the fabric that Millie was wearing the smallest of small G-strings. I could just make out the outline of the underwear from the string that disappeared between her cheeks, but also that she had pulled them a good distance above her hips, to create that delicious curved shape. Millie also wore a pair of cream platform heels, with what must have been at least a 5 inch heel, at the end of her sublime calves. The heel of the shoe did everything to display her toned legs and ass, and added an extra dose of sexiness to her outfit. She knew this as well, very clearly. When she perched on the end of the sofa, she allowed the heel of her right foot to dangle; the toe of the shoe just resting on the end of her toes. Millie knew this was further casting a spell on me on account of the amount of times she must’ve spotted me looking.

A brief catch up chat at Melissa’s, and we were out. Several hours went by of idle conversation about everything and nothing all at once. Other friends came and went, but the one constant at our table was Millie and I.

Eventually, we had the table to ourselves. We were still absolutely surrounded by other people on their evening out, but the allure of Millie made it seem that we could have been a million miles away in solitude. The conversation about seeing a gig fizzled out. Millie took the straw from her drink in her mouth. She sipped. The paused.

“That was a lot of cum you shot into my throat last week”, she nonchalantly said.

I nearly fall from my bar stool. Millie winks at me. I still haven’t found the words.

I eventually muster some poor reply along the lines of ‘that what’s you’re able to make me do’.

She, I feel politely, giggles.

Suddenly, I feel a pressure on the bottom of my right leg. At first, quite a flat, wide area. Then, the undoubtedly point of a heel. I shuffle on my seat to ensure my legs are both facing Millie. The feeling of heel disappears for a moment. Then, I feel it on the inside of my calf again.

Millie’s about to say something.

“Hey! Millie! It’s you!”

Who’s this guy, I ask myself.

“Damn, Millie grown up” this unwanted intruder grunts in some primal version of the English language.

Millie introduces me to Joe, some guy she went to at school years ago. Joe was your typical twentysomething guy with a run of the mill job and little aspirations. No girlfriend or partner in sight, so did his best with any woman with a pulse throughout the night. Millie was clearly bored of this guy after 30 seconds at most. He could do little but talk about his motorbike with the occasional ‘damn, you’re hot’ thrown in for good measure.

How did I know Millie was bored? Well, her facial expressions, usually bright and smile laden, showing off her cute dimples was vanished. Beyond that, the feeling of her heel climbing my leg was another dead giveaway.

I felt the heel of her shoe stop at my knee. She repositioned her seat further away from the table, this merely allowing her to stretch her leg further out and trace her heel up the inside of my thigh. I open my thighs wider; 1. Allowing her where she wanted to, and 2. Allowing my cock to swell without restriction between my legs.

Neither myself of Millie have any idea what Joe is saying at this point, he has become static sound to the side of us both. Millie’s heel carries on getting higher. She bites her lip; her perfect white teeth breaking the outline of her deep red lips. As I’m drawn in by this, her heeled foot lands on my crotch. Perhaps I should have panicked? These are killer stiletto heels after all. But I was reassured by Millie’s expertise the last week. The firmness of the heel on my leg made way for a firm, yet gentle trace of her heel up the length of my cock. How she knew exactly which trouser leg it was currently bulging through from under the table I will never know. The heel caressed the full length of my ever hardening cock for a good few minutes. I was lost in looking at Millie’s curious, alluring face whilst feeling something, which, had someone described this to me only a few hours before, would have invited confusion rather than something to enjoy.

“How you doing guys?” – the monotonous sound of Joe is broken by Melissa emerging from the crowds with her boyfriend. Millie’s foot does not move.

“We’re heading back now, you guys coming?” continued Melissa.

“I…” I begin to say.

“Yep!” exclaims Millie, “we’re definitely ready, bye Joe”.

Myself, Millie, Melissa and her boyfriend share a taxi home. Melissa sat opposite me, and given her eye direction at the start of the evening, I was a little concerned she wouldn’t not be able to spot my hard cock through my jeans. Thankfully, it was dark enough. When we get to Melissa’s, myself and Millie instantly set up the ‘floor bed’ as it was the week before. Melissa and her boyfriend say night, and head to the other end of the flat for their bedroom. Millie and I resign ourselves to the floor. Whilst I was in the bathroom, Millie had already got herself under the covers. I return in a t shirt, and my boxer shorts.

I pull back the covers to get into position next to Millie on the floor. Whereas Millie had played safe last week at this point with a tank top and shorts, there was no such safety this time.

She had a dark red bra on, with black lace edging that framed her bulging tits to perfection. The softness of her breast was erupting from the top of the bra as she lay on the floor. Her perfect, toned stomach separated this from her next piece of clothing; what must have been the tiny G-string she was wearing earlier. Millie had clearly pulled this higher once more, the strings on her side now curving a long way over her hip bones.

Before I manage to lie down, Millie pulls me on top of her; I break the fall with my right hand which reaches the floor over her. Her lips slam into mine, her hand still on the back of my head as if there was a doubt I might try and pull away. Millie lets out a small moan. I feel her full lips part slightly as her tongue emerges from her warm mouth, and the tip of her tongue finds mine was she kisses harder. Her hand pulls my hair slightly on the back of my head. With this, my head tilts to the left. I kiss gently on her right cheek, making my way closer to her cool neck. I place more of my body weight on Millie now, so that my right hand is free. I place a thumb on one side of her neck, and a forefinger on the other, slowly, gently twisting her head to the side to enable myself to devour her neck.

I push my lips onto her neck, making a loud kissing noise unintentionally as I do. My hand grips her neck ever so slightly harder as she wriggles under pleasure slightly. Her moans get louder. I place a small amount of suction on her neck from my mouth as my hand reaches over her body.

Her nipples were clearly hard from the arousal. Her piercings were so clear from the touch over her bra. I slide a finger into her bra, the cool of the metal contrasts beautifully with the warmth of her tit; and tweak her nipple ever so slightly. Her moans once more get louder. Millie pushes me back with her left hand, freeing my mouth from her neck, and my hand from her bra.

She reaches around to her back with her left hand and unclasps her bra in a flash.

The bra falls to her floor – her tits are so perfectly pert they don’t move an inch. A quick glance at her bra reveal my thoughts, they are indeed 34E.Her nipples stand proud from her tits, a dash of moonlight bounces off the steel bars running through her nipples from the small gap in the blinds.

She lies back down, and drags me towards her again. This time, with gentle persuasion by pushing and pulling the back of my head via my hair, she positions my mouth above her chest. I run my hand palm down from the base of her stomach to her tits, lightly cupping each one. I move my mouth towards her chest, and let the warmth of my breath glide over her nipples. I pause. And pause some more she Millie’s legs squirm slightly.

‘Please’ she whispers under her heavy breath. I oblige and plunge her left nipple into my mouth, gently caressing it with the tip of my tongue. My right hand squeezing her other nipple. I alternate with my mouth, the residue saliva now working perfectly between my fingers on which ever nipple was not engulfed by my mouth.

I notice Millie’s hand is resting ever so slightly below the line of her underwear. Not close enough to touch her pussy, but clearly wanting to go that way.

I save her the worry, and take her wrist in my hand and move it away. I peel the string of her underwear over her hips, and down towards her thighs. Millie is so wet at this point, her underwear clings slightly to her pussy as I pull them further down.

I run the tips of my fingers from the inside of Millie’s knees to around 2 inches from her warm pussy. Her wetness now cascading onto her thighs as well. I switch legs and repeat. Millie now has her own tits in her hands, and her smaller hands only emphasise how fantastic they really are. I repeat the tracing of her legs several times until I feel Millie trying to push her pussy closer to my hands on each lap of my fingers. I place a solitary finger on the lips of her dripping pussy. I swirl it around the opening once of twice before slowly, ever so slowly inserting my finger into her tight wetness. Millie instantly squirms and lets out a quiet shrill at what was happening. I add another finger to her pussy, and even with merely this, I could feel the extent of her tightness grip at every angle I was entering her from. I curved my fingers at the knuckle, teasing the walls of her pussy at every opportunity.

Millie, confident from her ecstasy at this point surprises even me and physically pushes my head closer to the between of her legs. I happily oblige.

I allow my tongue to trace the same journey my fingers had done prior. I could already taste the sweetness of her pussy from the trail I had left with my fingers. Her legs started to shake from the anticipation. My tongue touches the outer of her pussy for the first time. That familiar shrill is emitted once more. My fingers continue to work the channels of her pussy as my tongue stretches for Millie’s clitoris. Her legs at this point lock behind my shoulders, pulling me closer. My tongue and fingers working in tandem drove Millie to the point of no return quickly.

She muffles her screams with her hand, her legs tighten further behind my shoulders. Her other hand slaps the floor as her back arches violently. Her pussy contracts around my fingers which I plunge deeps as my tongue circles her clit fervently. Her legs eventually loosen their lock, the hand comes off her mouth, and my hand leaves her body, albeit briefly. Millie is breathing deeply, and looking at me with almost a defeated look. Arguably the same look I had given her after I cummed in her throat last week.

A moment passes, and she gestures for me to stand up, I do so with no questions asked.

She tugs at my shorts; the only thing preventing them from falling was my rock hard cock hooking on them. Millie kneels closer to my crotch, and pulls harder. The pressure felt good, and the release even better as she freed me from my shorts. My cock springs out in front of Millie, a delighted smile erupts over her face. Her tits look incredible from this view, hanging gracefully under her head, and for the first time this evening over her shoulder, I catch a glimpse of her magnificent ass, her two pert cheeks defying gravity almost.

Millie drags her nails up the sides of my legs, locking her hands in place behind my hips. She tilts her head down for the angle of my cock, before straightening her head again so my cock is at perfect right angle. Her lips close over the head of my cock. Her hands tighten on the back of my hips. Once more, she sucks hard, really hard, the walls of her cheeks channelling into her mouth. This happens whilst simultaneously taking my cock inch by inch further into her mouth. About half way, she breaks the direction and moves back to the head, the suction forming a satisfying ‘pop’ as she breaks the seal at the end. Millie licks her lips and repeats, this time taking all of me into her throat again, once again with ease breaking past the throat barrier and into the depths of her throat. She pulls me out and does a small gasp for air before attacking my cock again.

After only a couple of minutes, Millie knew this was going to take me over the edge. We both didn’t want this just yet. She pulls my arm to the floor, and pushes my sternum to make me lie on the floor. From her bag, she pulls a condom, and with minimal fuss, places it over my rock hard cock, squeezing my balls as she did. Millie leans over and kisses me on the cheek.

At this point, her left hip swings her leg over me and squats. Her pussy was a mere inch away from my cock. I could feel the warmth flowing from her. She noticed my cock now twitching in anticipation. A drip from her pussy lands on my cock and makes me gasp in pleasure.

Millie begins to lower herself towards me. I knew she was going to be tight; my fingers were gripped firmly, and I am thankfully confident my cock is girthier than two fingers. I was not prepared for what I was about to feel however.

As the head of my cock passed the lips of her pussy, the warmth of her wetness oozed over me, each millimetre felt sensational as her pussy swallowed my cock. Millie kept pausing on her descent, her pussy adjusting to the stretching from my cock. Around two thirds of the way, Millie let out a loud gasp as her legs tightened. The grip was phenomenal around me already. At this point, Millie dropped with urgency, taking all of me inside her for the very first time. Millie’s shrill was once again emitted.

I grunted, never before had I felt such a grip, such a warm, wet grip around my full length. Millie looked at me from her position, giving a wry smile as a sense of achievement.

Slowly, she started to move her hips up and down the full length of me. To begin with, she started to rock back and forth on around two thirds of my length as before, but as her pussy stretched to accommodate me, she started to slide up and down the full length with ease.

My hands reached for her tits as she leant forward and began to work her hips on me, her ass making a light clapping noise as she drove downwards onto me. She had supreme control with her hips, able to time her downward thrust perfectly with the exact moment my cock emerged from her pussy lips, thereby taking the entire length at once. I felt her legs tighten, her right hand reaching for her mouth once more. Her pussy gripped and pulsated over and over again on my shaft as she came again.

Once more, Millie gave me a semi defeated look.

As she started to build the momentum again, her moans getting louder. She stopped.

“Fuck me doggy…please”.

I needed no encouragement. She clambered off me, her knees weak, but fortunately sturdy enough to support herself in front of me. She rested her hands on the sofa in front of us and stuck out her ass.

I could have stared for days. Maybe I did. Her pussy was almost swamped by her firm ass cheeks above her toned thighs. I placed my left hand on her shoulder, and the base of my cock in my right. I played briefly with the lips of her pussy with my cock, then, inch by inch, slid all of me inside her tightness. Millie gasped as she took my entire length from behind for the first time. I built speed incredibly closely. I knew I was close to coming and wanted to ensure we enjoyed this for as long as possible. Repeating Millie’s efforts, I ensured to remove all but the very last millimetre of my cock before plunging it back into her. Millie arched her back further, pushing her ass cheeks closer towards me and somehow making them appear even more pert.

“I want you to cum in me” came the whispered demand from Millie.

I could feel her pussy clenching once more as she approached her orgasm. She started to rock back more violently making me fuck her harder.

“Come on, cum in me, cum hard for me” came the demand now. Millie came hard herself. Her hips rocked excitedly back and forth as she grabbed her own tits and pinched her own nipples in sheer ecstasy. The feeling of her grip around me made me thrust forward, the surge of cum racing from my balls into my cock. I gripped her shoulder hard, before moving unknowingly in the throws of passion to pulling her hair back as I came inside Millie. Millie thrust her hips back hard, milking every last drop from me with the grip of her pussy.

We slumped to the floor in deep breaths.

In the morning, Melissa looked at us knowingly. Very knowingly.

From this point, myself and Millie were inseparable after the spell she had cast on me. No one could live up to what she had made me feel.