7 More MILF Stories

by Sophie Sin

  "Money."

  He laughs.

  "I have money, but I'm not paying. What about if I give you something better?"

  "Like what?"

  Ed hops down on his knees and runs the sides of the short black dress that I am wearing up a little so that my black silky lingerie panties are exposed slightly. His hands are rough and hard: The type of hands that are used to lifting heavy steel, day in and day out. One finger runs along the front, tickling the skin under the fabric with the lightest, shortest touch imaginable.

  "What are you doing, mister? That's not a toy that you are touching."

  Ed doesn't say a thing. Those strong hands of his pry my legs apart as his eyes stare up at me asking a question that I'm not sure I can answer yes to just yet.

  "Ed..."

  His tongue running along my thigh stops me mid-sentence. The feeling of it's wetness combined with the three short kisses that he plants on my hairless skin make me shiver in delight.

  "Ed..."

  It comes out as a moan. His lips come to the front of my panties and he kisses my pubic area softly, working the dress up to my hips gently with his fingers as I lean my head back over the white plastic deck chair I am on, which is positioned just outside his back door, looking out over the pool.

  My blond hair flows down over the plastic. His hands come up over my stomach and run over my waist slowly and tenderly. Every now and then he will give me a little kiss on my inner thighs as his hands shift from place to place. It sends tingles through my entire body.

  Pulling my dress even further up, I finally lose patience with him and pull it straight up and over. I am left sitting before him in my black pushup bra, which is pushing up quite a lot of flesh, and slightly wet panties. He admires me for a moment before pulling me outwards so that my womanhood is straight out in front of him. He grabs my ankles and opens me wide with my legs up near my sides.

  "Ed... It's so embarrassing," I moan as he stares down at my panties.

  "Is it?" he murmurs in appreciation.

  I groan as he licks along the base of my underwear before viciously kissing and licking up and down my inner thighs.

  "Not there!"

  His tongue is working the rear of my panties. That hole is not clean! I feel dirty...

  "Let's get these out of the way."

  He grabs my underwear and pulls them off. I squeal a little as he brings my legs back out and stares at the pink open lips of my shaven hole.

  "Don't stare so much. It's making me self-conscious."

  Ed laughs.

  "It's gorgeous. You are soaked." His finger pushing into my hole makes me cry out. "And tight."

  I cry out as he quickly hammers that one digit in and out. A filthy squelching sound flows from it. I don't want to hear it, but he makes it louder and louder by working his finger in faster and faster.

  "No!"

  My lips open and release that single syllable as juices flow down over his t-shirt. The warmth that swarms over me is like a million little stars bursting within my body. They explode in one white flash of heat and I find myself struggling to push him away as they consume my mind and blast me into orbit to come down on the wings of a dark angel, burning and charred.

  "You came," he notes. "That was fast."

  Ed stands up and looks down to his t-shirt.

  "It's dirty."

  He pulls it off. I moan when I see his hard, ripped body. His tan alone is perfect. I want him so bad.

  Getting to my knees, I yank at his jeans. He chuckles as I pull them away, wide eyed and full of lust.

  "Naughty girl. Look what you did."

  Something in me stops my movements. I pause.

  "What?"

  He pulls it from his boxers and puts it in front of my mouth.

  "You won't be able to suck it. The thing is way too big."

  "Big?"

  It's the understatement of a lifetime. The size is so large that it would give a lifelong prostitute pause.

  "We can't put that in me."

  He shakes his head.

  "We can. Don't you trust me?"

  I look up to him. Ed is so confident. I want to be as confident as he is, but it's not coming. That thing will rip me open!

  "I can't. This is too large."

  He pulls me up in his arms.

  "Many women have said that. You will find that it's perfectly ok."

  His hands wrap me up. I moan in pleasure. Those hard abs, solid arms, huge legs and that MONSTER pressed to my naked front. I want him... however, he's too big.

  Picking me up, he takes me inside and puts me down on the bed. His fingers bury in me and I forget about my concerns for a little while. I can tell that Ed is working up to something because by the time I let go again, he has five fingers most of the way in.

  "You aren't putting that in me," I groan, barely aware of where I am.

  "Just the tip."

  I cry out as he puts it in - not just the tip but much more.

  "Sooooo huge!"

  My hole feels like its about to explode. The 'roundness' of it has suddenly stretched well beyond what should be regular proportions. Even just the tip is a challenge and I feel it immensely. It is like he is redefining all of the men that I have slept with in my life, which is not a lot but some, and making them all seem small by comparison.

  "Ahhhhh... it's going to break!"

  The man shifts in and out, a slow breath stealing movement that leaves me panting. The shaft is thick and like steel; the tip a deadly warhead blasting away in my body and creating pulses of pleasure and pain. Each slow draw and long push is exquisite. All I feel is 'open' and a sense of warm goodness tingled with the slightest amount of good quality hurt. It's the biggest workout that I have ever had down there. I hope he doesn't leave me too loose for those that might come after. This stretch might be permanent.

  Working up the pace, Ed starts hammering his point home. I feel it deep inside of me and respond by crying out in an agonizing wail that isn't as bad as it seems. His bedroom walls reverberate with the sound of his strong hips hammering away, over and over again stretching, pleasuring and opening my inner body.

  "I'm going to cum," I moan.

  He is stuck in status for a moment, but cruelly works through it when the tide recedes. I nearly have another one, but the stimulation I received earlier has done its job. I'm finished.

  "Cum... please...," I whine.

  Ed brings his head down and nibbles on my shoulder as his hips work even harder. I guess with abs like his that he can go all night long. 5 minutes should be enough, considering how my body feels right now.

  White washes in and I sigh. He cries out three times - loud groans of ecstasy - and then falls on top of me to pant.

  "Good?" I whisper to him.

  He strokes my face.

  "Great."

  FINDING THINGS

  "Hey, Ed. What's this?" I call, holding the pack of pills out the doorway.

  Ed glances in from the lounge.

  "Pain killers."

  I tense. He's lying. I can tell because he is absolutely lousy at it, which is what I have learned over the last six months of going out with him.

  Coming around to sit beside him, I run a hand along his side.

  "Really?"

  I place them on the table. He looks from them to me.

  "Ok, you got me."

  I tense.

  "You are juicing?" I ask.

  He looks sideways.

  "You could say that."

  I'm on my feet. I thought he was natural! He's been lying to me about his body all this time? What else has he lied about?

  "Ed-"

  "Stop."

  Ed reaches over and picks up the pills.

  "I'm 40."

  "That's-."

  "Stop."

  I close my mouth.

  "I'm 40 and sometimes my body doesn't want to do what I want it to do."

  "That's no excuse for taking steroids."

  He looks emb
arrassed.

  "They aren't steroids."

  "Then what are they?"

  "Ah... How can I say this? You are a young woman and so full of vitality. We do it 3 times a day. Did you really think that a 40 something guy could keep it up 7 days a week and satisfy your needs."

  I look to the tablets.

  "OH!"

  Sitting back down, I stare at the TV for a little.

  "Uh, I'm sorry about wanting sex so much."

  He puts a hand on my leg.

  "It's ok. I like sex with you."

  We stare at each other. I take the tablets and put them back in the bathroom.

  "Let's forget we had this conversation," I suggest.

  He grins.

  "Sounds lovely."

  I lean back against his strong arm and sigh. An older man and a younger woman: What a strange mix. Thankfully, I think we have it right. I'm happy - 3 times a day happy - and that is all that matters.

  Sophie's Book Note For Painting Mrs. Henderson White

  Strangely, I find myself agreeing with Kenneth's introduction to this book. He gives them to me to read before he goes through the process of publishing these books and I hadn't actually thought much about the story. I wrote it, sent it to him and left it at that. Now, I'm rereading it through a new set of eyes and finding that I have created a beautiful, sexy monster.

  Look forward to more like this soon!

  Much love,

  Sophie Sin

  Late September 2015

  Round Back With A MILF

  More MILF Series

  She's near identical. That woman that threw me to the curve, ran me under the wheel, broke my heart into a million unfixable pieces, this woman and her, they are the same. My feet are moving before I know it. That woman! I want her more than anything. Only she can set me free.

  Introduction To Round Back With A MILF

  We have a bit of a wild one for you today, folks. This book contains a twist and you may or may not see it coming. Hot, sexy and fun all the way to the bottom, this short work is a twisted ride down a lusty lane.

  Also, to make up for the short fall in word count (joke), we have Hot For Soldier which is another short work that involves a hot blond and a man heading off to Iraq for his tour of duty. It has more kink that the first story, but isn't quite as fast paced. We hope you'll enjoy them both.

  Thank you for reading Sophie Sin's work.

  Much appreciation,

  Kenneth Guthrie

  Editor & Publisher

  Lunatic Ink Publishing

  Round Back With A MILF

  I can't take my eyes off her. That curvy rear, that slim waist that so gently tapers into full bloom up top, those breasts – full, large, unbelievable breasts. There's so much to see and not least of which is the dress she's wearing.

  It's red. Low cut at the top. High cut at the bottom. I'm drunk and there are strobe lights blinding me from the dance floor nearby, but I would swear...

  No, I would guarantee...

  … that is the same dress my ex-girlfriend wore only 2 weeks ago on the day that she left me for Brad Harris, popular football star and a massive trade up from a regular Joe like myself.

  I size her up. In the background there's my friends howling at each other about something or another. Beer glasses clonk on the table at times. Women laugh and cry out on the dance floor in the heat of their gyrations and flirtations. Yet...

  Is it that time stopped or I stopped?

  All I can see is her.

  Red dress, I wonder, who the heck are you because you look EXACTLY like her – just more... I don't know... older?

  I stand up. My friend Jock looks up from his conversation, but doesn't say anything. He goes back to talking and I start wobbling my way forward. Walking when as plastered as I am is quite a feat.

  I stop beside her.

  She glances my way.

  My eyes open wide.

  Hers stay the same.

  You see, it's not my ex-girlfriend – that is certain – but she looks a lot like her. A LOT like her. I stare.

  The woman's lips move. It's too loud to hear anything. I smile and make the gesture for a drink. She smiles and my dick hardens. Those tits and those teeth and those fucking gorgeous eyes make me hard. I've never been this hard in my life off just looking at a woman, but here I am with my dick rock solid.

  Someone bumps me from behind. I collide with her and apologize. She glances down.

  Did she feel it?

  I don't want her to run away thinking I'm some freak who presses his cock to girls in bars. I grab her arm and smile and point to the bartender to keep her here.

  The woman points to her glass and then me.

  I shake my head. I'm buying.

  Holding out some cash, I get what's on special and hand her one.

  She taps her finger against the side of the glass and inspects the liquid inside. It's pink and stinks of cheap liquor.

  I grin and gesture for her to try it.

  Her lips open and the faintest glimpse of a wet pink tongue appears. It's oddly erotic watching her gulp down the whole drink in one go, her throat working as she swallows it all in one.

  “Nice?” I yell.

  She smiles and nods.

  I drink down mine and decide that I have a miracle here. A woman that can turn me on like this is a prize and she looks crazily like my ex as well. If I can fuck her tonight, it'll be like FINALLY fucking Wendy – my ex-girlfriend who held out longer than anyone should.

  My hand takes her and I surprise her by her expression when I draw her to the dance floor. My boys fist pump and cat call wildly when I go by. They are all for this.

  I'm out there and it's crazy. Loud, a sea of people, lights everywhere, people nearly fucking each other on the dance floor. This place is filthy and hardcore and a total meat market. Girls too young to be in here are all over the place. Guys wasted to the point of stumbling in circles. A madhouse of a party, but perfect. Just perfect for grinding on this hot older babe.

  I grab her hips and find them fleshy but firm. My cock presses straight up between the crease down the middle and she makes no complaint about having it there.

  “You are sexy,” I whisper in her ear.

  My cock rolls of the soft fabric of her dress as I bend my knees and work my hips side to side. Her butt is in good shape and wide. My hands are all over it for a whole song before I turn her and go straight into the make out.

  Lights, sweat, sex.

  I have her pinned against a speaker and I'm finger fucking her wet pussy to the bass and I don't know how I got here. She's moaning in my ear and calling me a filthy young man. I'm so horny right now I could cum.

  But I don't.

  The song ends. People shift and we come out of the crowd. I take her by the hand and guide her off the floor.

  “Where ya going?” Jock calls as we pass.

  I turn a sly grin on him and his eyes pop. A genuinely pleased smile is on his face. I'm back in the saddle and, because I've been so down since Wendy dumped me, the others will be pleased to hear about it.

  My car isn't far. Out of habit I parked it way out back of the club's parking lot. Usually I sleep the booze off and go home after I'm sure I'm not going to get myself in trouble if I was stopped by a cop. My job, when not studying to be a marketing manager, is a delivery driver and my license is something I protect strongly.

  “Here?” she asks.

  Her voice is pretty and makes me think of Wendy even more.

  “Yeah,” is all I say.

  I push her to the rear passenger door of my ugly cheap gray sedan and run my tongue around the inside of her mouth. Her kiss is passionate and not lacking in enthusiasm. I would say that this one hasn't had a man in awhile. Vaguely, I wonder how long that has been as, now that I have her out in the street light, I can see she's quite a bit older than me. That's not to say she's not attractive. She's VERY attractive. But, that I thought she was younger, maybe 30. Looks like she's more 40
and not much older than that.

  I run my hand up the side of her red dress. It comes up easily and she groans in anticipation as I put my finger in her pussy again. The flesh is warm and tight – crazy, crazy tight. I have to force my finger in really forcefully to get to the knuckle of my middle finger on my right hand.

  “You are so damn sexy,” I slur.

  My fingering gets wild. I pull it out and put it in her mouth and she doesn't even reject it – sucks on it like this is a sweet little treat or something. Right then I realize the wonders of an older woman. There's no barriers with them. I realize that we could get a whole lot more kinky tonight and she'd be down for it. That makes me wild as a boxer in the middle of a mad brawl on fight night. I take her by the hair and yank her head back to work her neck with my lips. Her breasts get little bit marks on the flesh I can get to and her dress is almost up around her hips by the time she knocks on the car door and looks at me suggestively.

  “Right. I got carried away.”

  I open the door and let her in like a lady.

  Then I descend on her again like the devil on judgment day.

  This time, though, she's not having me take the lead. I'm quickly put in my place with a gentle push and a look. She stares into my eyes and I just know that this is going to be something I will recite to the guys over and over. A woman like this could make a man's life – not just his night!

  She shimmies down between my legs and works my zipper down. It's hard to get my jeans to my ankles because they have tightened right up with how big my dick has become.

  “Fuck,” I whisper in awe as she puts my dick, straight through my boxers, in her mouth and rolls the tip around. It is a close thing that I don't cum from her mouth straight off.

  She rips down my boxers and spits long and hard on my dick. It's a big wad of wet saliva that is pushed into her mouth when she comes down on my length again. I moan loudly as she hoovers about half way down and chokes on my cock. My hands press into the cushioning of the back seat and my eyes go skyward. When has a woman willingly choked on my cock before? Oh, that's right. This is my first time.