Extending the MILF List Ch. 02

Dee Dee scrunched lower, levering her legs past my ears till her knees were right there by my cheekbones. She squeezed my face between her knees, giggling when my breath caught in my throat. My hands were on her thighs. She was up on her elbows in the seat, staring intently at me. She made the last motion, lifting her considerable ass up onto the console. She slid down till her shoulder blades were on the seat and her head was against the door.

"Kiss me, suck me, Sonny, make me come!" She growled. Her ass lifted, her legs opened and she pulled the ripped skirt back from her crotch. In the gloom I swear I saw light glinting off of her pussy but that could just be the supercharged memory of that moment when she pointed her pussy at my face and demanded I eat her. "Eat me, Sonny Duncan. Eat me!" The urgency vibrated in her voice. Her heels dug into my back as she pulled her body closer to my mouth.

I ran my hands down her thighs clear to her ass. Between the two of us we lifted her body up to my face. Her smell wafted up to me and I felt her pubic curls tickling my chin. I bent forward, and my nose contacted her abdomen, and the hair there. Her body lifted a little and I felt the dampness of her slit on the point of my chin.

"Oh god, Sonny, yes. I want this so much!" D. Debra Hamilton groaned.

I tipped my head forward just as her legs tensed, lifting her body up to me. My tongue encountered her pussy and she yelped. I fit my mouth over her pussy and pierced her body with my tongue, reaching down through her folds and rills as far as I could. She grunted. I curled my tongue up and felt that rough patch at the top of her entrance and she squeaked. Her body bucked, snapping my head back. I lost contact with her body entirely. Her legs squeezed closed and I was clutched between her thighs. Her whole body was quivering. It might have been the strain of her position, virtually standing on her shoulders with her legs draped over my shoulder and down my back. I prefer to think she was excited beyond control.

I suddenly found my hands clasping her wonderful ass, her cheeks fit into my palms and I lifted. She felt light, like a billowing pillow. Her body rose to meet my lips and I licked up and down her slit. She grunted, her thighs clasping my face. Her hips bucked against me. From a great distance I heard her moaning my name and other syllables that made little sense. I felt her slit, then consciously explored down deep into it again with my tongue. I cautiously worked up till I found a hard little nub. When I tongued it, Dee Dee shrieked. Her whole body went rigid and her hips surged against my face. I held her body against my mouth. Her ass cheeks clinched and relaxed, clinched and relaxed in my hands as her body pulsed against my face. I mouthed her pussy and she growled and pressed her body up at me.

My arms and back were screaming about the awkward position. But her response to my attentions inspired me to refuse to lose. I fastened my mouth onto her pussy and began to kiss and lick at her. Together we held her pussy flush against my lips while I probed into her with my tongue. She twisted on the seat; I felt it as a slight cocking of her hips, pressing one side hard against my temple. I persisted and she suddenly went completely still. I proceeded to lash her pussy with my tongue, fanning through her folds like I was looking for something. She grunted and her hips bucked once and, from far away, muffled, she screamed. My head throbbed between her clinched legs. I held her fast to my face and sucked at her pussy, pulling at the lips till I got a seal, and then plunging my tongue deep into her, exploring the ridges of flesh and the creasing of her body. Her body jerked hard, but I held on. The jerking became increasingly violent but still I held on. Clinched as I was between her thighs, I did not experience her shrieks as being loud but had her thighs not been pressing hard against both ears, I may well have been deafened by her enthralled voice. Her hips were bumping constantly now, grinding herself against me while I sought out the deepest recesses of her pussy with my tongue. I opened my mouth and hummed against her and her whole body went rigid, tensing against me. She was arched so high, I think only the very top of her shoulders and her head were actually still in contact with the seat.

Then her body released me and she collapsed, awkwardly tilted over the console and draped over my back. Her legs splayed wide and she was open, gaping before me. I swear by the MILFs I have fucked, she tasted good and smelled wonderful. How that was possible, I cannot tell you. But all I wanted was to continue tasting her, eating her. It was not for her pleasure so much as lust for the actual taste of her nectar. The thrill I felt quivering in her flesh echoed and reverberated in me but rather than fading away, it seemed to amplify as it sang between us. When I made to lash her once more with my tongue, she screamed.

"Oh god, Sonny, no more, please no more! I can't. I can't take it without...anymore. I cannot come any more! Oh god, please no more!"

Her body shrank away from me till only her heels lay on my shoulders. In the darkness I was staring right between splayed knees at me and this time I know I saw the glinting of her pussy. Deedee struggled to get upright. She made no effort to put herself back together. She finally regained a normal position in the seat, her legs pressed together, her torso bent over them, the skirt tattered about her waist. She turned her head and looked at me through her mane of blond hair.

"I am never going to fuck you, Sonny. I, I will use you for my pleasure but I am never going to give you anything." She bowed her face away from me, out of my sight behind her tangled blond veil. "I love it, sex I mean and you, you do it for me. The first time you touched me I, I knew I would love your mouth on me. I wanted to sit on your face that first night but, but I resisted." She sat up and turned to look at me. Her face etched with post-orgasmic bliss. "I want you to understand, Sonny, I am not going to fuck you, ever. I will never touch your cock, ever. I won't suck you, I won't take it into my body, not in my cunt, not into my ass, not into my hand or my mouth."

"You said mouth, already." I said around the golf ball caught in my throat. I felt like I just found she was my sister...okay, maybe that isn't the right metaphor, not for me, not anymore but maybe you get my drift.

D. Debra Hamilton sighed. "Resisting you, denying you, it makes the orgasms great. Great! I cannot fuck you like I fucked them all before. When, when I do, I turn into a raving bitch and drive the man from between my legs. I, I am terrible at relationships but great at sex."

"You should be a hooker." I said. Suddenly, something about the moment harked back to my ease with the MILFs. The knot in my stomach, the choking obstruction in my throat, it all vanished. I felt that curious calm, the confidence and basic assurance that whatever came next, I would be fine with it. I had a distant twinge at my own words but Dee Dee laughed.

"You are not the first to suggest that." She said softly. "But no. I, I fall in love with cock too easily. If, if I let you between my legs, that would be the end. I would drive you away and lose what I came to love the most. Cock. I, hope you understand. All, all I want is for you to give me this pleasure, for as long and as often as you will, I will take from you. I will take and give you absolutely nothing in return. I swear to you, Sonny, you will be my sex toy and nothing more. This is all you get of me, this taste."

My head swam but it was an indescribable feeling and then, like the snap of the fingers, I could name it. "Laura Wills." I mumbled. I felt exactly what Mrs. Wills must have felt staring up at me from her knees or as I handed her over to this woman or that guy to be used. This, this was what she felt, a curious satisfaction at being a sexual instrument used in the service of another's pleasure. There was pleasure in that. I shuddered.

D. Debra sat forward and put a hand briefly against my cheek. In the gloom I imagined her expression but the shadow on her face from the night light over her door hide it from me. The hand left my hungry cheek.

She opened the car door. She got out, then bent to look at me. "I will never fuck you, Sonny Duncan, but that does not mean I do not want to. I do. I just cannot do that to you. I like you but know that I will use you till you tell me, no." She bowed her head, then looked up at me again. "I will never, ever fuck you. I will never touch the skin of your cock with any part of me, ever. I will never fuck you! This, this desire is too delicious to waste on intercourse and I want to keep it for myself as long as I can. I don't, I do not expect you to understand." She hesitated. "I will call you when I get back from Aunt Cami's." She slammed the door and disappeared into the house.

Merry Fucking Christmas. I drove home with the feeling that I was caught somehow. By the time I arrived home, it was sinking in and, shit, okay I admit it. I was heartbroken. Have you ever met someone and known right from the beginning that this one was the one for you and then had it snatched away? Maybe "snatched" is not the best word to use here but you get my point, I think. In my mind and heart, I had lost the very thing I wanted the most. All those images kneeling between D. Debra's bare legs while she lay on her back staring expectantly up at me...that was all gone. I felt like a eunuch looking at his balls in a jar sitting on a shelf.

I drove the car into the garage and put down the door. I thought I was going to fucking cry. My fucking cock stayed well and good in my pants, giving me no relief whatsoever. Fucking cock was still hopeful even as my poor delicate little heart was breaking into little pieces. For a moment, I thought about doing something desperate, calling Annie but I had the sick feeling that she was on the rail. I hated the rail. On principle, I mean, because I liked the feeling of tits mashed under me and a woman panting in my ear for breath as I ride her abdomen as I slice my cock into her; her legs seizing me, her thighs pressing against me as I bury myself in her. I was so fucked! D. Debra Hamilton was never going to fuck me. Her words reverberated in my brain. Laura Wills not withstanding, I could not believe this was happening to me. At the same time that little clarity about Laura, that provided some perverse little bit of comfort. A little.

My cock remained perfectly hard.

So I called Alissa. I was not going into my house in this condition. The last thing I wanted my sisters to see was my shattered eyes reflecting the shards of my broken heart. I took Dee Dee's words hard and I mean that in both senses. I took out my phone, looked at it, felt really stupid, I mean heroically stupid and dialed Alissa's number. Alissa answered on the second ring.

"Sonny?" She was breathless.

"Alissa." I returned. My voice caught. I felt like I was trying to swallow a meatball again, the respite had been short-lived.

"Sonny, I am sorry, I cannot talk. Sammy and I, we are on the plane waiting for it to take off. Four fucking hours in this tin cigar! Did he tell you? Yes, yes just a fucking minute. Yes, fine. Goddammit can you wait a fucking minute. Oh no, don't do that...I am fucking hanging up you fucking prick!" She was gone.

I stared at my phone and then watched as it figured out I was alone and blinked through its series of "what the fuck are you doing, you idiot" screens telling me I was about to be ignored by my own phone, at the moment my only true friend. Then, to add insult to injury, the little shit blinked once and then went completely off. I had no power.

"Fuck me." I said to the darkness.

My cock was still hard.

I had no desire to become Laura Wills for this woman but, fuck me, if D. Debra Hamilton called me I would go running to have her sit on my face all over again. That realization knotted my stomach back to where it was but I swear I could not explain why. That sort of helplessness in the face of someone else's desire, a virulently selfish desire left me ashamed and sickened by my own will to give away whatever she wanted for abso-fucking-lutely free. I knew this would not end well and in that moment I resolved that I was not going to let this flood, this cataclysm that was D. Debra Hamilton swamp me. I wasn't going to escape but I had to find some way to balance the debt she had incurred for me, for us. I had to. Suddenly, again, I felt better because despite everything, I had this calm feeling that I would figure something out. When it comes to pussy, I always seem to do so.

I looked at the door to the house, a dim outline. A night light gave enough illumination to make shit look eerie. "Shit." I said out loud again. Through that door were my three sisters.

Did I mention that my cock was still hard?

"Maybe they are asleep?" It was a hopeful thought. I was only thinking of getting to bed but knew I needed a shower, what dreams may come when I shuffle off this mortal coil if I don't wash the pussy juice of my face?

My cock remained hard.

"Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit." I growled. I wanted to howl. I licked my lips and the tang of Dee Dee Hamilton sang through my body. My lips felt the crinkled skin of her aureoles on them, my tongue snaked out and I could feel her shiver as I licked them, her hands were claws on my shoulders.

"I will never fuck you, Sonny Duncan." Her tense voice said, rang in my ears. The words echoed in my head.

"Argh!" I shouted then quieted, hoping no one could hear. I got out of the car and immediately realized that it smelled like Dee Dee orgasms. No wonder I was hallucinating. I got in, activated the windows and rolled them down so they would air out. It was my sister's car, after all and what if they used it for something and...and smelled pussy in it? I had told them I was in love but how would they react to smelling her in the car like that? I resorted to discretion and opened all the windows. Surely D. Debra would not permeate the whole garage? Nah!

I staggered to the door, my kickstand uncomfortably resistant to movement. I felt like someone was trying to sharpen the end of my prick with sand paper. I had no idea why my briefs felt so rough! My cock must have been so hard the skin was blindingly sensitive—stretched so tight it was getting really thin. I put my hand on the door and turned the knob.

My heart sank. Someone was up. The light from the flat screen TV illuminated the living room, giving it a glow. After a moment of stillness, I heard the low rattle of gunfire.

"Sonny? Is that you?"

Tawny! I was so glad it was her. I closed the door. "Yeah, its me." I could not keep the dolor out of my voice.

The cracking of the gunfire cutoff. "Sonny? You okay?"

I rubbed my cock with the palm of my hand, trying to get it to fit better. No luck. I almost groaned. Fuck it almost hurt. I wanted it to go down before I went into confront her. The last thing I felt like was confronting my sisters.

My cock, however, was much less sure.

Then I got it. I felt stupid but it made perfect sense. I straightened, pushing my cock straight out in front of me, making a perfect tent in my pants, grimacing as the end pointed hard into the cloth. I walked into the living room.

Tawny lay on the couch, covered by one of the afghans Mom's mother had made her. She sat up, eyes on my eyes but then, she looked down at my crotch. How could she not. It was like I had a neon arrow pointing at it. "What's wrong, Sonny?"

I grinned, my face felt like plastic. "Girl troubles." I said. My fucking voice cracked.

My older sister shifted right into Mom mode. She uncovered herself, she still wore blue jeans and a blouse so she was not ready for bed, and scooted to one end of the couch. No bra though, her breasts shimmered past the thin blouse. "Sit down." She said. "Tell me everything."

I'll be damned if I didn't do just that. Not just a circumspect account that outlined my present pussy conundrum, everything. It all came out. Meeting D. Debra Hamilton and every date, every meeting, every conversation, every phone call...I was fucking pathetic. Then I got into the real details, her kisses, her breasts, her skin...I told it all, ever erotic little bit. I felt like someone was pounding on my chest with a tire iron, from the inside. That is surely what a heart attack feels like, except that I was not shitting myself but only because I was wearing a good pair of pants.

I told my sister everything right up until the car door slammed shut and I watched D. Debra totter to her front door in her high heels, coat and bra in her arms while she fumbled for her keys, her hair a mess, like she had just come a half-dozen times on a man's face. Well, she had. Her fine dress was ripped up the side.

Where before I had once felt some pride, here I felt just a hole in my soul. Everything seemed to collapse on me but dammit, I did not cry. Okay, I teared up a time or two and Tawny pulled me into her soft embrace. The second time, for a longer period but then she sat back, her nose wrinkling.

"You smell like..."

"Pussy." I said, ever the helpful brother.

"Well, like stale female underwear, is what I was going to say but, okay, I guess pussy would do. Go take a shower. Use Mom's bathroom because I need a dash and a splash too. If, if you are done talking, that is."

I nodded. Strangely I felt better.

She smiled wanly. "It will be better, if not in the morning then someday and for the rest of your life. It is, it is good to be in love, Sonny. Never doubt that."

"It hurts though." I said plaintively. Lord I sounded so like a putz. I was glad it was not Georgia or Dalia who stayed up late watching a bang, bang movie; they would never have let me hear the end of this. Tawny, however, she had a much more tender heart. I felt safe walking up stairs. I got one of the "manly" towels and padded into Mom's bath, turned on the shower, copped a squat and got a whiff of me. I did smell like pussy.

My cock was still hard.

Took me half an hour to pee. Maybe I exaggerate but it was something like that. I got into the shower and lathered up, shaved and was just rinsing out my flowing locks when movement caught my eyes. Through the steamy glass of Mom's shower, I saw Tawny. She was watching me.

"Hey." I said, intending it to sound more like an objection, but it came out as a casual syllable of greeting.

"Hey, yourself." She replied.

She was a smear beyond the glass. Her golden hair clear through the glass atop the darkness of her blue robe.

My cock was still hard. I was about ready to call someone. I mean the doctor or something, but what could they do? I did not take any of those magic dick pills they advertise with the caution about the four hour erection. I had to be close. What does it mean if it is stuck erect and no pills were taken?

"A broken heart." I said out loud.

"Oh Sonny." Tawny cried. "Oh my poor baby brother!"

My inside voice, use my inside voice—fuck I hate it when I lose track of that. Tawny appeared as a blur of colors, like a rain soaked impressionist painting of something tall with orange blond hair. Like that. Then, as I watched, my sister shrugged out of the midnight blue robe she was wearing and all that blue from the robe turned a different shade. That color made my ears start to ring.

When she opened the shower door, I jumped, turning away like a virgin caught by a priest in the shower. My heart hammered in my ears. I felt frightened! My cock was still hard.

"Sonny?" Tawny whispered, but loud enough to slice through the clatter of the water.