Making the MILF List Ch. 02

I took good hold of her ass and began to chase my orgasm. I was about half way down my path to pleasure when she tightened legs and cunt at the same time and arched her back, lifting her waist off the table which jammed her pulsing pussy full onto my cock.

"Oh god, oh god, oh god, I ammmmm coommmiinnngggg!" Mrs. Clark cried. Then her hips flew at me, vibrating on my cock so fast I could not begin to keep up. I just shoved deep into her and held on. Her pussy roiled and sucked at my cock and just like that, my orgasm flooded over me. I came inside Mrs. Clark's pussy, pumping over and over and over again till I was only doing little mouse jerks into her heaving body. I lost all strength and lay down on her naked chest, kissing the inside of one breast. Her legs relaxed and she grunted and wheezed and went still and silent. My head was lying between her big tits. I was staring at the nipple of one while feeling the other one against the back of my head. The position was awkward but I was pretty sure if I tried to stand up I would topple over. So I stayed right where I was for a few minutes.

When I stood up, my cock popped out of her pussy and our juice dribbled out onto the floor. I stared between her legs. Mrs. Clark pulled her body back and she dribbled more onto the table. I did not know what to say so I got my clothes, dressed and left. Later in the day, when the 'just fucked' haze lifted, I realized how screwed up it was to walk off and leave her lying like that on the kitchen table. I knew I had violated some sex etiquette but I certainly knew no way to fix the fuck up. For most of the day, I was just blissed out. Sex is the bestest thing I know.

I only started being neurotic later in the day, alone in my room, thinking about having fucked a real woman. I thought about what I was doing there in the first place and thought about my own mother downstairs whiling away the evening while her son plotted to get with her. I shuddered and felt guilty of something but was not thinking clearly enough to know what it was. It was then I wondered if I could fuck Mrs. Clark again and how best to go about doing so. That was the moment that the possibility of a fucking fuck up occurred to me and I started getting really neurotic. I can get that way but this time, I think I handled it really well. Instead of getting all worried about what she thought and how I could fix things, I remembered that our objective was to give her the fucking of her life and make her air tight over and over, turn her into our MILF slut. I thought about the five of us doing what I had just done to her. I thought about fucking her while she sucked on her son's cock. About how much Mrs. Clark seemed to like to fuck me and I came to a conclusion: She would be happy to have five young studs fucking the shit out of her when we got down to it. Good rationalization, huh?

It served its purpose and I slept like the dead that night. At ten the next morning, I was at Mrs. Clark's door. Mrs. Clark was guarded and worried when she opened the door and found me standing there. I think she must have gotten neurotic too. I was there to help with the cure for her neurosis and mine. I had just the dick she needed.

"Sonny? What are you doing here? Listen, perhaps it is good you came by. I think we need to talk." Again she blocked the door. And she was rattling. That made me feel better, calmer. My cock started to harden. Even if I wanted to talk, the conversation she likely had in mind about us making a mistake and never doing that again was not one I wanted to have at her front door. But I did not want to have that conversation anyway. She was dressed in regular clothes. Nothing fancy. A normal white blouse that buttoned up the front, I could make out a bra underneath because it was one of the funny blouses that a guy can see through. If a woman wears a see-through blouse isn't she asking a guy to look and when we try to avoid it, don't they just laugh at us, secretly? So I stared right at her breasts and cleavage. She had a pleated skirt on, black and white threads with bits of red and green in. It looked young on her. I wondered if she had panties on her bare pussy. Yep, I was hard.

"Sonny? Sonny?"

I had been staring but she had not invited me either so my lack of attention was not all my fault. She moved the door a little wider and I moved. My left arm went around her waist and I all but carried her backwards into the hall while closing the door behind me. She gasped. We ended up with her back against the wall. I pressed my lips against hers. They were stiff and cool and unresponsive. I pulled back, sensing some resistance. My hot eyes bored into her green ones.

She did not speak so I did. "Mrs. Clark, if you want me to leave now, you say so. But I am going to kiss you again and if you like it, if you kiss me good, I am going to spend the rest of the day fucking you in every fashion I know how and some I have not thought of yet. I know I am young and inexperienced and I am thinking that you can teach me how to please a woman. In return, I promise you I will fuck you crooked."

Mrs. Clark stared at me for a while. My body was pressed against her, holding her tight against the wall, my very hard cock pressing against her crotch. Finally she moved her head forward and kissed me lightly on the lips. "If you are going to fuck me, don't you think you should call me something besides Mrs. Clark?" She asked. Then she placed her lips against mine and her mouth opened and we were kissing. My mouth opened and our tongues met and exchanged the polite pleasantries that tongues exchange when meeting again for the first time. I pressed my body harder against her, fitting my thigh between her legs. They opened nicely and her hips pushed at me several times. I felt one of her hands on my neck as she kissed me and the other slipped under my tee and began caressing my bare back.

She was panting when we broke the kiss, letting our lips part and separating enough to focus on each other. "So? What should I call you, Mrs. Clark?" I asked.

"My name is Kyla. Use that and I will answer most every time." Then she kissed me again. Her fire had gotten started quickly and it burned hot. Her hand was rubbing my chest and stomach.

"Mrs. Clark," I started but she cleared her throat. "No, let me do this then you will be 'open legs Kyla' till you come the last time." She regarded me with serious eyes, waiting. "Mrs. Clark," and my mind stopped functioning. I could think of nothing to say. So I let brevity be the soul of wit. "I want you. Mrs. Clark, I want you on your back, begging to be fucked."

Mrs. Clark smiled and kissed me on the lips. "Sonny, take me to bed."

For a moment, this all seemed too easy, a thought I would file away for later consideration. But then, I decided to take what was offered. "Show me the way." I thought she would take me to her bedroom. Instead, she took me to Landon's.

She opened the door and entered the room, turning to look at me, standing by Landon's bed. "Sonny, I want you to lay me on my son's bed. I want to feel you enter me, on my son's bed. I want you to have me, on my son's bed. I want you," she stopped. "I want you to fuck me, on Landon's bed."

Something was happening here that I was missing, something complicated. When things get complicated, I get confused and when I am confused, I do the most obvious, easiest thing. I took the ravishing, panting woman before me in my arms and kissed her like I wanted, her which I did.

When I released Kyla, she was panting, her eyes glittered with want and need and all those things that make a woman come. I wanted to just push her onto the bed and mount her and for a moment, I thought I would. But while I was thinking, we both stood still and Kyla's lips parted and she licked her lips, upper then lower; her tongue swiped across them with unusual slowness. I took the cue.

I unbuttoned the top button of her normal white blouse,. Then I pulled it loose from the front of her skirt, found the bottom button and undid it. I undid the next button and the next till I revealed the flesh of her tummy. I touched the skin with my finger, all the while looking back and forth between her eyes and the buttons. I unbuttoned another one and looked back to her eyes. She was watching me with intense focus. When I looked down I could see between her breasts. I unbuttoned another button, revealing her belly button. And another and another till my fingers were flirting with the undersides of her breasts. I looked back at her eyes. She fixed her eyes on mine. I ran fingers along the undersides of the cups holding each breast and her eyes cocked up and then closed as she exhaled. I conquered another button and pressed the palms of my hands against the bra cups. Kyla moaned.

"You are moaning, Kyla. Why?"

"I love the feeling of your hands on my breasts."

"Tits, Kyla. You have tits or boobs. Breasts are for women who do not fuck their son's best friends."

Her eyes opened and her stare was so intense, nearly a glare, I thought I had overstepped a boundary I did not see but was clearly searching for. "Tits. I have tits and I like your hands on them." Kyla said.

I undid one more button, leaving just one more. The blouse was open, draped around my wrists. "Kyla?"

"Yes, Sonny?" Her voice had a certain quality. She was breathless, a breathy exhalation that caught my imagination and in that moment, I recognized where I knew it from. It was the way Marilyn Monroe talked.

"Do you want me to take off your blouse?"

"Yes, Sonny." Kyla said.

I loved those words. Yes, Sonny! Was anything sexier than that phrase? "You sound distracted. What has your attention?" At the moment, my hands were holding her by the side, below her breasts, feeling her breath, her skin, her body. I held her lightly, pressing at her ribs.

"My nipples. They ache to be . . . " She stopped.

"To be what, Kyla?" I asked.

"To be touched. Pinched. Kissed. Sucked. Ohhhh." The words themselves seemed to have affected her. Kyla closed her eyes and her body moved towards me but I held us apart with my hands. Her eyes opened. "Please take off my blouse." She said.

I obliged. I unfastened the last button and opened the blouse revealing cleavage and bra. I pulled it apart and over her shoulders. They flexed backwards as the fabric passed over them and she let it drop onto the bed behind her. I released her and stepped back. Her breasts were large, at least D and filled the cups. I put my hands on her shoulders, slipping my thumbs under each strap. I slowly pulled the straps further and further towards the point of each shoulder, then over the shoulder bone and down her upper arms.

Kyla turned her head to the side and closed her eyes. The bra clung to her tits but loosely. I tucked fingers into each cup and folded them down till her nipples came into view. Kyla shuddered. "Touch me." She hissed, urgency inflecting her voice. "Touch my tits. Pinch my nipples!"

I withdrew my hands from her body and her eyes opened, though her head did not move. She regarded me out of the corners of her eyes, breathing through her open lips. "I am going to fuck you, Kyla." She nodded.

"You are going to fuck me, Sonny." She wanted to say more, I know she wanted to babble and curse and plead. But she kept silent and her silence agreed with mine so we were both together in the endeavor to excite her with these simple, careful gestures. I discovered in that moment that a woman can be teased and she will engage you and love you for it.

"Are you wet, Kyla?" I asked.

For a moment she looked shocked and then her eyes lost focus for a moment. "Yes, Sonny. I am wet. My cunt wants to be fucked."

Hearing her say those words made my cock twitch and my chest seized up so I could not breathe. "Turn around." I said. I did not step back so she had to turn in the small space between my body and the bed. For a moment she tried to lean away but then, instead, she leaned into me and rubbed her torso on mine as she turned her back to me. I wrapped both arms around her body, clasping a hand to each breast and pulled her back against me. Kyla sighed. I kissed her neck and down the shoulder. Her head lulled to the side, exposing her neck like an entranced lover giving herself to a vampire. I fastened my lips on her graceful neck and kissed her hard. Suddenly, I wanted to mark her and she gasped as I sucked on her neck. A hand rose to touch my face and then dropped and her voice made a noise but no words. I squeezed her breasts through the bra, crushing her back against me as I bit and kissed her neck, sucking hard. She groaned. I relaxed my lips on her skin, flicking my tongue where I had kissed and looked down at the red bruise. I kissed down towards her shoulder. Her hands covered my hands, pressing at them and thus pressing my hands harder into her chest. I kissed back up her neck and finally contacted her ear, through the fall of her light brown hair.

She moaned and squirmed in my grasp, not to escape but in response to the contact. I kissed her ear lobe lightly and Kyla moaned, a soft 'ohhhh!' I kissed the rest of her ear and touched the center with the tip of my tongue. Her whole body twitched. She pressed her ass back against my stiff cock, grinding against me for a few moments.

"I am going to take off your clothes, Kyla."

"Yes?"

"Then you will lie on your back, Kyla."

"Yesssss!"

"And you will spread your legs, Kyla."

"Yessssssss, oh yes!"

"And?"

"And you will mount me. You will get between my legs and press your cock into my pussy and shove it all the way into my panting, pleading body. " Kyla whispered.

"Will you scream when I fuck my cock into you the first time?"

"Oh yes!"

"Kiss me." Kyla turned her head twisting her body so our lips could meet. I had hold of her by the breasts and she shivered when our lips met. Her mouth was open and her tongue found mine immediately as we kissed. I took hold of the bra and pulled down on the upper edge of each cup, turning them nearly inside out as I peeled the bra down, off of her breasts. Kyla grunted and then squealed when my fingers found her nipples and pinched them, both, at the same time and very, very hard. She broke the kiss, whipping her head away from me. "Oh god, please fuck me!"

I pinched her nipples again and she flinched, falling against me, grinding her ass against my cock. Her hands were locked on each of my wrists, just clutching me, not trying to move my hands at all, like she was just holding on to something. "I am going to kiss your nipples. Turn around.

Her hands released me and Kyla turned around. I moved back and stooped to her tit and took the nipple into my mouth, swallowing the whole breast. I moved to the other and nipped at the nipple with my lips, pinching it as hard as I could with my pliable lips. Then I took it between my teeth and bit down the slightest bit. Kyla shrieked, but she did not move. I retreated.

Her head righted and her eyes opened, half way and she looked at me, her body swaying, her head moving as she panted. I reached around her and unhooked the bra. I found the hook and zipper on the skirt and released both. The skirt shuffled down her hips and I helped till it fell away. I put both hands on her waist, each little finger tucked inside the band of her tan panties. "Mrs. Clark, if I take down your panties, you must fuck me. You will fuck whenever I want you to fuck. Do you agree?"

Kyla's eyes widened a little.

"I will take you whenever I want you. Do you agree?"

For a few moments, I thought she would back way but finally, she closed her eyes and nodded.

"Say it."

"You can have me, whenever you want me." Mrs. Clark breathed the words out, licking her lips.

"I can take you, however I want you." I pressed.

She nodded and then her eyes opened. She smiled and looked at me. The decision to become a sex goddess was made. "You can have me, take me, fuck me any way you want."

"If I want your ass, Mrs. Clark?"

Kyla nodded. "You can have my ass, Sonny. Oh, god!" Her eyes closed.

If I want to fuck you in the park? Or caress you at the mall, Mrs. Clark."

Kyla did not open her eyes. "You can take in the park, on my back with my legs wrapped around you. You can put your hand up my dress while we wait for smoothies or kiss me in Victoria's Secret while I am modeling bra and panty sets for you. Or pinch my nipples. You can fuck me in the dressing room. I will suck your cock while people are shopping around us." She was panting.

Now for the final piece of the puzzle. "Mrs. Clark, if I want to share you, if I want to have one of my friends fuck you in the ass while I fuck your pussy . . .?"

She opened her eyes and her gaze was fierce and intense but she was present, realizing what I was suggesting. "Sonny? You mean you want me to fuck some of Landon's other friends?"

I nodded. "If I want you to, you will. If I take down your panties, your body is mine. I own you."

She shook her head. "No." She said. She bowed her head, her loose hair obscured her face. "If you fuck me, I am yours to do with as you like. I will do what you demand."

"I will never demand. I will always ask." I said softly.

Kyla raised her head. "Take off my panties, Sonny. Lay me down on Landon's bed. Put your beautiful cock into my body, deep into my pussy! Have me any way you want me."

Her panties skimmed down her hips, thighs to her knees. I pushed her a bit and she sat, lifting her feet as she did. I removed her panties and stuck them into my pocket. I took off my shirt. She sat staring up at me. I kicked off my sneakers. My hands when to my jeans and I unbuckled the belt, unbuttoned and unzipped them. My hard cock strained against the material of my white jockeys. I shoved my jeans to my thighs and rubbed a hand over my cock. It twitched for me. Mrs. Clark's mouth was open and she continually licked her lips. My jeans drooped at my knees and I bent to push them down further. My face approached Kyla's. She bent her head and presented her lips to me and I kissed her, one hand on her shoulder while I removed my jeans. When I stood back up, straight before her, Kyla's eyes focused on my cock. For a moment I thought about asking her to take off the underwear but it occurred to me that she might put my cock in her mouth and I really, really wanted to put it in her pussy right then. I hooked a thumb in each side and slowly pulled at the waistband. My curly pubic hair appeared, thick and brown. I pulled the jockeys out and over the head of my very hard, every erect cock.

"There it is, Kyla, the cock that is going to penetrate you." I whispered.

She moaned and nodded slightly, once, transfixed. Both hands lifted a few inches from her bare knees and dropped again. I moved the underwear lower, revealing more hard dick. She stared, licking her lips over and over again. When the cock was fully in view, I stood before her with my hard cock before her face. Mrs. Clark looked up at me, opened her mouth and kissed my cock. She licked the head and then sucked it into her mouth. I could not, did not resist her. I face fucked her for a few minutes, luxuriating in the feel of her hot mouth, tongue and lips as they made love to my hard cock. When orgasm threatened, I withdrew.

"Lay down, Mrs. Clark." She scooted to the middle of the bed and lay down, ankles together. I stepped out of my underwear and knelt beside the twin bed and kissed her on the mouth. Her arms went around me. I placed a hand on her thigh and her legs opened, like a parting curtain. I moved my hand up to her crotch and found she was indeed wet, sopping wet. I fingered her clit and pussy and her kiss intensified, sucking at my tongue and moaning as I fingered her. When my finger entered her, her hips jerked up, socketing my finger deeply in her channel while she grunted and keened through our kiss. I broke the kiss, keeping my finger in place, and moved to her breasts. I kissed each lightly, round and round till finally I stopped and ever so lightly kissed a nipple. Her hips rose off the bed.