Bernadette walked into Stuart's tiny comic book store looking completely distraught. Stuart looked dazed, like he was deep in thought.
"Hey Stuart."
Stuart jumped. "Hey."
Stuart's reaction startled Bernadette. "Sorry. Did I startle you?"
Stuart shrugged his shoulders and nodded. "Yes, but at this point, pretty much any customer does." He paused. His own comment made him sad at his state of affairs. "What can I do for you?"
"Well, I need a little help. I accidentally destroyed one of Howard's comic books this morning, and was hoping I could replace it."
The thought of a prized comic book being destroyed made Stuart's jaw drop. "Wow. What happened?" he said, truly concerned.
"Batman got his ass kicked by my curling iron."
"Well, don't let The Riddler know that." Bernadette stared at him with a confused look. "It's a comic book joke." He shrugged his shoulders "Or maybe it's not."
Bernadette reached into her purse and pulled out the remains of Howard's comic book. "Do you have this one?"
"Uh, well, it's, it's pretty rare. Can you give me a few days to track it down?"
Bernadette frowned. "Ooh, I was kind of hoping to get it before Howie comes home from work."
"Oh. What's the hurry?"
"Well, he's always saying I should be more careful with my curling iron, and it seems like a dangerous precedent to let him think he can be right."
"Well, I'll do what I can, but I can't make any promises. Give me a couple of days."
Bernadette looked at him with puppy dog eyes. "If there's anything I can do to speed it up, I'll do it. You know, I do work at a pharmaceutical company. If you can make this happen today, I can hook you up." She paused. Her tone changed. "Or, you know, there are lots of other things I can do."
Bernadette played the innocent little Catholic girl. But Howard knew the real truth about what a freak she really was. And she wasn't afraid to use her female charms to get what she wanted. More than one professor had dumped his load on her tits to improve her grades. She had taken it up the ass more than once to get that corner office.
Stuart thought about it. He scratched his head. "Lots of other things?"
Bernadette nodded her head. "Mmmm hmmmm.
Lots
of things."
Stuart proceeded with caution. He was a little scared of Bernadette. Everybody was a little scared of Bernadette. "L-L-Like what?"
Bernadette smiled at him. "Wel-l-l-l-l..." She started to unbutton her sweater. "Maybe you'd like to see my tits? I see you staring at them all the time." She pulled off the sweater.
"You knew that?! And here I thought I was being so discreet," Stuart said with disappointment.
Bernadette nodded. "Mmmmm hmmmm, I noticed. But that's okay. I love it when men do that." She was unbuttoning the front of her dress.
"Y-y-you do?"
Bernadette noticed a large bulge growing in Stuart's pants. "Mmmmm hmmmm. I'll bet you've jerked off thinking about my tits, haven't you?" The front of her dress was completely open. Her hard gumdrop-sized nipples looked like two pencil erasers pointing out of her lacy bra. She started to walk around the counter that separated them.
Stuart's face turned red. He shook his head. "Noooooo. No no no. I, uh, would never, uh, (ahem) do that."
Bernadette chuckled. "Liar. You're thinking about fucking my tits right now." She unclasped the back of the bra. One strap started to slide down her arm.
Stuart watched as she approached. She was naked from the waist up. Her big, firm tits bounced slightly with each step.
"N-n-n-noooo. You're...you're...you're my friends wife," he stammered.
Bernadette grabbed his hands and pulled them to her breast. He began to gently massage her fleshy globes.
"Mmmmm hmmmmm. So? Everybody else has. Now it's your turn."
His eyebrows nearly flew off his head. "S-s-seriously?" He couldn't help but pinch her nipple. She squealed.
"Mmmmm hmmmmm," she nodded. She grabbed the bulge in his pants. Stuart almost jumped out of his shoes. Bernadette giggled. "That's some bulge you've got there, bub."
Stuart closed his eyes and bit his lip.
Don't cum! Don't cum! Don't cum!
he thought to himself. "Bu-bu-but what if somebody walks in and sees you...you know..." He stopped himself. "Never mind, stupid question."
She lowered herself down to her knees in front of him. She slowly unzipped his pants. The bulge twitched. It curled up and to the right. She pulled down the waist of his tighty whitey underwear. Then it happened.
His cock jumped out at her like a jack in the box! It nearly slapped her in the forehead! She grabbed it by its shaft. It was incredible! It was the most perfect cock she had ever seen. Not too big, not too small. Not too thick, not too skinny. The skin tone was beautiful. Women would kill for that skin! The veins wrapping around it looked like an artist had painted them on.
How can this cock be attached to this body?
she asked herself.
She looked up at Stuart while she stroked it. "Stuart, that's a...a...beautiful cock you've got."
"Gee, uh, thanks," he said, not quite sure how to respond. "And, uh, those are, uh, beautiful (ahem) tits you've got."
Please don't cum! Please don't cum!
Bernadette smiled. "Yeah, I get that a lot."
She stared at the pulsing flesh staring her in the face. She leaned in and flicked at it with her tongue. Stuart took a double gasp. She pointed it to the sky and licked it from ball sack to tip. Stuart gave a long, low groan. She stroked it several more times. Then she took him into her mouth.
Stuart's head flew back. "Ohhhhhhh gawwwwwwd!"
Don't cum! Don't cum! Don't cum!
Bernadette's head bobbed on his fat pole several times. Stuart concentrated on trying not to shoot his load down her throat. She finally pulled him out of her mouth with a pop.
Stuart thought he'd missed his chance. He looked down at Bernadette with a sad face. "Are we...are we...done?"
Bernadette shook her head and looked at him with a smile. "No, silly. Of course not."
"Whew! Thank goodness!" Then Stuart paused. "I mean, you know, oh darn, because, you know, this is, this is, this is so wrong to have my (ahem) dick in my friend's wife's mouth." He didn't convince himself or Bernadette that he thought this was wrong. Bernadette giggled.
"C'mon, big boy, let's see what you've got."
Bernadette wrapped his throbbing meat in her fleshy globes and squeezed them together. Stuart thought they felt like two warm pillows sent down from heaven. She tilted her head down and dropped a string of saliva onto the tip of his pole and into her cleavage. She looked into his face and started to slowly slide her body up and down.
"Ohhhhhhhmagawd!" Stuart moaned. "This is so much better than I had imagined." Then he caught himself. "I mean, not that I've ever imagined, you know, my, uh, uh, dick, in your, uh..."
"Hush, Stuart, it's okay," Bernadette said quietly. "So, when you didn't imagine your cock between my big, fat tits, did you cum on them?" she cooed.
"Oh...well...uh, yeah, usually."
"Usually?" she asked. She started to bounce faster. "What else didn't you imagine?"
"Well...uh...I guess, you know, sometimes it's on your, uh, face. Sometimes it, well, you know, you, uh (ahem) swallow it..."
"Mmmmmmmmm," she purred. "That all sounds good. We can do all of those. But I want you cum on my tits right now. I want you to cover them with cum. Think you can do that, Stuart?"
"Oh yeah! Oh-oh-oh yeah!" he nodded.
Bernadette tilted her head down and took the swollen tip of his rod into her mouth each time it popped out of her cleavage. Stuart's breathing was becoming labored. His heart was racing.
Don't die! Don't die! Not now! Don't die!
he thought to himself.
His body started to tremble. He braced himself with one hand on the counter and one hand on the wall.
"Oh god! Oh god! Don't die! Ohhhh god! Gaaaaaaaa!"
A thick stream of spunk left his body and splashed under Bernadette's chin. A second and third throb sent streams that arched left and right across and onto the top of her tits. She finally released him from the grip of her globes and took him into her mouth. She stroked him hard and fast, pumping every bit of cum he had from his body.
Bernadette again released him from her mouth with another pop. His pole bounced in front of her face. She looked up at Stuart. She swiped a droplet of cum from the corner of her mouth and slipped it between her lips.
"Mmmmmmm, that was fun," she said breathlessly.
Stuart was trying not to pass out. "Yeah...fun...dear Lord..."
Bernadette stood up. She ran two fingers across her cum covered chest and scooped it into her mouth and swallowed. "Let me go get cleaned up and then we can see what we can do about you tracking down that comic book."
The words snapped Stuart back to reality. "Oh right! Comic book!" He watched her walk to the back of his tiny store and turn into the bathroom. He clenched his fists and raised them into the air. "Best. Day. Ever!"
When Bernadette came back into the store, Stuart was on the phone.
"All right, thanks a lot." He hung up and looked at Bernadette. "They have one at Capital Comics."
"Seriously? I let you cum all over me for a phone call? I could've done that, buster!"
Stuart smiled back at her. "Ahh, but you didn't. Hey, it's not what you know, it's who you know."
Bernadette stared him down. "Lucky for you it's not what you know."
"Be that as it may, I found one."
Bernadette thought about it. "Well, you're right, that's great."
Stuart shook his head. "No, it's not. I hate that place. Guy who owns it is a jerk. He's always making me feel bad about myself."
