Extending the MILF List Ch. 06

"Tell her, tell her I was called away. She was about to win anyway."

Brent got up and went downstairs.

The other guys ignored me as I got my coat. They just looked at the TV and waited for me to leave. They didn't even look at me when I opened the door of the house and exited, stage right. They seemed to think I was skipping out on them somehow.

I left them with the same feeling. I felt like I was betraying them somehow but there were forces at work beyond the MILF list and Landon's pussy-whipped conundrum. The universe was throwing pussy at me faster than I could fuck it all. Christ, in the space of half an hour Annie assured me I was going to have the chance to fuck her niece for a year, Aunt Norma nearly throws herself at me, and then this blond calls wanting me to "take her to bed", not to mention doing An Li and Annie...at the same time!

I was still swimming in that fast water. Doing a woman that sounded so differently, that talked with two different personalities was bewildering, fucking hot but bewildering. Well, my cock was not confused or bewildered. It had a perfectly clear understanding of how to deal with the situation and was content with his performance. It was my other head...I snorted. Never look gift pussy in the mouth.

I left them then. Only when I was in the car did I focus on my destination. I wasn't in the car five minutes before my phone rang. The display showed "BRENT" but I was unsurprised when I heard Aunt Norma's voice.

"You left without answering my question. That's like welshing on a bet."

"What was the question again?" I knew if Brent was there, that put her into a jam.

"You know what it was, tell me the answer."

"I will if you answer mine first, otherwise you have to wait."

I drove a few miles while she mulled that over. "Okay, big boy, shoot."

"Are you having sex with Brent?" Turn about indeed.

"Depends on, on how you define that."

"Sex?"

"Bye Sonny. You can answer my question later." She rang off.

I drove for a while thinking of Aunt Norma and put her firmly into the category of women I'd like to fuck and might get the chance. That made me hard by itself but then I turned my mind to my destination and the stimulus increased.

I got to the Manfred and tried to park the car and got waved off. The valets insisted that I let them. Fuckers wanted a tip. We'd see. I found the elevator to the 22nd floor, which turned out to be the penthouse elevator. I got into it and dialed 2201 and Suzanne answered.

"Are you alone? Is there anyone with you? In the elevator?" Her voice was worried.

"Who do you think this is?" I said in a nasal voice.

"Oh, your pardon."

"It's me, Mrs. Northcutt. Beam me up, Scottie."

Silence, then she said what I have heard a lot it seemed. "Fuck you, Sonny." The car moved nonetheless and moments later I was in the foyer of the penthouse. Turns out it had its own elevator, just the one and the penthouse covered the entire floor so I was confused about why she asked about someone in the car with me. I guess she was confused.

There was a security camera in the foyer and a bell which I rang. The door opened and there she was in all of her blond splendor. She wore a dressing gown with a diaphanous top that showed off her fine breasts and silk, purple bottoms. She looked very comfortable. That made one of us. I was sweating like a Sunday school teacher in a Playboy interview by mistake.

"Mr. Duncan, thank you for coming. Come in." She gestured for me to step past her.

I did. "Mrs. Northcutt. Nice to see you again. Glad you got home alright. Was that just two days ago? My how time flies."

She gave me a look and then led me down a little corridor to the living room. She gestured to the right. "That is to the kitchen." And to the left, "That is the maid's bedroom. She is out just now."

Just past the enclosure of the hall, she swung around and stepped against me, into my arms as it were. Her forearms lay along my chest. "We should get started." Her hands grasped the back of my head and she kissed me. Her lips were voluptuous and expressive. She pulled back, her gray eyes searching my face. "You'll be fine." She mumbled as though talking to someone else, like I wasn't there. Her voice broke the spell of her body pressed against me.

She seemed slighter than I remembered, partly because I was dressed but feeling her sides, I could feel her ribs; her breasts, however, pressed pleasantly against my chest. "Hold up there, girl. Can't we shake hands first?"

She shook her head. "I need you inside of me. Now. Please. We don't have much time. Thank you so much for coming."

"I haven't come yet." I lied, well, I meant in her so I was accurate.

She smirked at me. "Come on. Pixie will be here soon." She sniffed once and looked funny at me but said nothing about the stale smell of pussy about my person. She took my hand and pulled me through the living room to the patio doors, out into the chill and to another set of patio doors and through, inside to another, spare bedroom.

"Who's Pixie and why do you care...?" I could not even formulate my question.

Suzanne stopped and looked back at me. "Do me, then we can chat."

"Shit, aren't you cold?" I asked as she slammed the door closed.

"Of course I am. You are going to warm me up."

"I am?"

She began to unbutton my shirt.

I put a hand on hers and tried to stop her but she pushed my hand aside and opened the buttons, one after the other. Her proximity wafted around me and my cock got hard. My inclination to give a woman what she wanted and ask questions later took over. I put my hands on her hips and slipped them up onto the cool skin of her sides.

She looked up from the buttons and smiled, genuine relief in her eyes. "That's better." The shirt unbuttoned, she skimmed it off my shoulders. She ran her hands over my chest and nodded. "Very nice. I was hoping my memory of you was not bourbon enhanced." She grinned brightly. "I have very good memories of your body. Come on, kiss me again. I think you kiss very well. Practice always helps though." She closed her eyes and tilted her head up to me. She was not wearing heels so seemed shorter than I remembered and she was.

I kissed her. There was something about this woman I really, really liked and the idea of slipping something comfortable into her appealed to me immediately. My hands moved up her bare back under the flimsy top. She shuddered, pressing her pointed tits against me. She had nipples that were inverted but still powerful and thick, full and swollen. Whatever else was true, she was aroused by the situation.

My hands moved down to her ass and found it pleasantly full, filling my hands quite nicely. I found I was analyzing her sexual assets in response to her seeming review of me. I broke the kiss. I was in full throttle now. I skimmed the dressing gown down her shoulders. She arched them and let it drift down her arms and off, falling onto the floor. We stood in a dim room with a single bed and a bare dresser. A mirror on the wall opposite the patio doors showed part of the room and the bed. A closed door to each side must be one to the rest of the apartment and the other to a bathroom, I conjectured.

While I was gazing around, Suzanne opened my pants. By the time I quit the real estate review, she had them off my hips and down to my thighs.

"Oh, yes, very happy to see you need no more inspiration than a polite invitation." She got to her knees. She left my slacks at my knees and pulled the briefs off my cock and down. With one hand, she gripped it and kissed it. She looked up at me. "Oh my, you have been a naughty boy. I taste pussy on this cock!" She actually grinned.

"Sorry, I can shower. I haven't had..." I started to apologize but the woman licked my cock and then inhaled it. By "inhaled" I mean she sucked it so far down her throat I am sure I felt her heart thudding next to the end. Nary the hint of a gag, just like she was drinking a glass of fine wine.

I keep waiting for my cock to get tired of pussy but in fact, the more I get the more I want. I keep saying that and the more I say, it more it seems true. Fuck me but I love pussy. It isn't yet an addition but it is like exercise, the more you do it the more it affects you.

Suzanne had skills. She inhaled once and her nose was buried in my pubic hair, still crunchy with Annie's cream. Suzanne did not seem to mind. With my cock lodged in her throat, she began to hum and swallow, massaging the end of my cock and stimulating it with the vibrations. When she finally backed up, she looked up at me.

"You are definitely a player." She said, panting around the words.

Rather than answer, I pulled her to her feet and then pulled the purple pantaloons off her hips and down. I maneuvered her to the bed and pressed her to sit down. She did. Her knees came open, like they were spring-loaded. I put a hand over her face and pushed her back. She fell back on the bed laughing.

"I am squeaky clean, honey." She cooed, the assertion a bald invitation.

Her skin was smooth like honey and white, almost poreless, smooth and cool like porcelain. I liked it and tasted something sweet, like almond or something. I kissed the inside of her thigh and she squirmed. Back and forth from thigh to thigh I kissed up her body. I smelled her arousal. I had not inspected her pussy, giving myself the little surprise of finding out what sort of decoration she had with my tongue. My eyes were closed, as I quested about her body. Expecting none, I found mossy fine hair, straight and sparse.

When I licked down her furrow, she sighed and relaxed back. All tension seemed to evaporate from her. She lay a hand on the back of my head, just resting there. I kissed up one side of her very fat pussy lips and down the other. Her flower was less rose and more iris, or lily. She hummed, not a tune, but like a machine running at peak capacity, an unconscious, throbbing hum. It was almost funny.

When I dipped my tongue into her, she twitched the smallest amount. Her voice caught for a moment then resumed, changing frequency and pitch, a bit higher. I searched around for her clit, finding the little nub and then something moved and there was a positively pronounced flange. I flicked that and her rump jumped off the bed. I returned to her pussy and thrust my tongue into her. Her hips twisted and they bucked up.

"Oh my, you have been practicing. For a young man, you seem very enthusiastic." Her voice was even, careful but delighted. "Oh how I do love a tongue in my cunt. But honey, time enough for that another time. I need you inside me and I don't mean your tongue. Quickly. I won't be insulted. Please, pound me and come as soon as you can."

I was missing something but I was being compliant with her instructions to this point. No point in agreeing to help someone and then ignore the details of their wishes. After one parting swipe of my tongue through the tasty folds of her pussy, I sat back, stood up and finished striping. Suzanne followed suit, removing her flimsy top and scooting back on to the bed quite nude. Her gray eyes remained fixed on my cock, one leg up and the other dangling off the edge of the bed. I crawled over her and made to kiss her.

She shook me off. "Put it in me, honey. I want your cock planted in my little jade garden. I'll make you come, I promise. I want to feel your come in me."

She made no effort to make it so, waiting for me to take the initiative. I did. I put an arm around her waist and dragged her more fully onto the bed. She draped laxly across my arm, spreading her legs around m, eyes still fixed on my cock. I released her and sat back between those open legs, looking at her like she was a target. She lay waiting.

It was curious how she gave instructions then waited for them to be carried out. I took the situation in hand, my cock actually, and touched the head to her thick pussy lips. They were taut and made the sensitive head tickle. I pushed into her. She opened like the proverbial flower, bulging around me and gushing with liquid. Her body fairly flowed around me. I pushed harder and she grunted, her hips rising.

Half cocked into her, I felt the first tightening of her inner muscles. They rippled around the cock shaft down to the head and back up, just like a little hand was stroking me with tiny, velvet fingers. I pulled back and chased that sensation, ramming the rest of my cock into her. The ripple returned. I looked up at Suzanne's face. It was set, even flexed with effort. The rippling inside of her apparently was the result of conscious and deliberate effort. Vive la conscious effort!

Suzanne finally sighed and lay back, having seen my cock slide fully into her. I ground our pubic bones together and she moaned. "Oh yes, honey. Fuck me."

Her voice sounded casual, like a bad actress reading a script. I pulled back and pushed into her. I stirred at the bottom of the stroke, swishing my stick around in her goblet. She lifted her hips and mimicked my motion with her own hips. After several cycles of this she tapped me on the shoulder.

"Honey, don't try making me come with your cock. I won't. Just make yourself at home. Push it in and hold still, if you can. I'll do the rest. Paint the pussy and fill me with cum. Hurry. Don't fool around any more. I need cum in me and I need yours. Please, don't waste any more time trying to get me off. It is wasted on me."

She was not nasty but she sounded strained, tense, even though her body was languid under me, except for her wondrous rippling pussy. Her hips lifted and she massaged my cock, gripping me and then releasing over and over. I had been on my elbows over her, I bent to kiss her and at first she tried to avoid my lips but when I insisted, I heard her sigh and she kissed me. Her lips were supple and taut but after a moment, her mouth opened and she actually moaned.

"Uhhh." She made the sound, making her lips vibrate against mine. Her hands appeared on my shoulders and one hand stroked my face. I leaned into her and then dropped onto her chest. Her head turned and she kept kissing me, moaning as she did so. My hands moved down to her ass. She sighed. I gripped it, taking each cheek in a hand. I ground into her. Her knees rose beside me. She groaned again, backing away from the kiss.

"Oh, that's good. I like that. Okay, you can try. I don't mind if I do. Come, I mean. Don't get me wrong, I love cock and yours is wonderful but I need your cum in me and, fuck, I had schedules. Fuck me, cum in me. Please." Her voice was tense, tight. I ground down into her, feeling the first sensations of a climax wafting around us. I took hard hold of her ass and kissed the side of her neck.

"Oh yes, mark me. I...oh...yes, like that!" I sucked on the side of her neck. Her head turned, exposing herself to my lips. She was panting. I sucked harder and her hips bucked a little. "Oh, please hurry. Please, fuck me, come in me. Fill me with your cum. Don't wait. Please, I promise you can do it anyway you like another time but now, now put your cream in me. Cum for me, come in me, please!"

Then I heard it. The distant but distinct ding of the elevator arriving.

That seemed to set her off. Her hips began to bang up at me, faster and faster, she clinched down on my cock erratically, desperation in her every motion.

"Oh god, she's here. You have to come now. Come for me, Sonny. Please! Come, come, come!"

I released her neck and she turned to me. Her eyes were wild. "You can do my ass another time. You like the ass right? And, and I'll share one of your girls with you. We'll have a great time." She babbled. She bent her head and kissed me. The fire in the kiss got her what she wanted. Okay it might have been the image of her ass at parade rest waiting to be properly cocked. I was just imagining Annie and this woman when she got what she wanted. My spank bank has lots of branches and it turns out some have a drive-through.

The climax roared over me, thrashing through my body. The first spurt seemed to electrify her. She broke the kiss and dropped her head back, arching her back, one leg crossed my ass and she tried to lock me in place. Her hips pumped up at me while I ground down into her pumping an impressive flow of cum into her body. She was panting now, gasping but not from an approaching orgasm. It seemed to be just the physical effort of milking my cock with her pussy. She bent forward and grasped my ass with her hands and hammered her pussy up at me.

The climax raged over me. I groaned and bucked, ramming my cock into her with little jabs. I could feel her relax.

"Oh, thank god!" She muttered and relaxed completely. All effort to meet my climax with any response dissipated. I found myself pumping the last of my cum into a nearly inert woman. When I was done, she patted my back. "Get off me." She said. "I need to dry off."

I was definitely missing something.

"Miss Suzanne?"

I heard a thin little voice. I looked around because it sounded like it was right at my ear.

"Miss Suzanne? Are you here?"

"Quickly! Lay over there, act like, do whatever you want. And thank you, thank you. I definitely owe you. We'll figure out what later. Oh, and when Pixie comes in, when she is done with you, feel free to do her if you like. She likes cock as well as pussy." Suzanne was scrubbing her legs and tummy with a microfiber towel. I heard a door somewhere close by clicking open. Suzanne tossed the towel aside and then immediately crawled into my arms, laying her head on my shoulder, cooing and kissing the line of my jaw.

"You can fuck me anytime, Sonny." She was saying as the door to the left of the mirror opened and a little oriental woman poked her head into the room.

"There you are, Miss Suzanne." The girl said.

The girl who stepped into the room wore a gold outfit, a series of fine chains that draped about her slender body; slender except for exceptionally large breasts for her frame. They were bullets and barely covered by the outfit, a costume of some sort.

"Oh, hello Pixie. This is Sonny."

"Now Mrs. Northcutt, you know what I am here to do." The girl said, her tiny voice barely audible. "I have my instructions and now I have to...I have to..." She tailed off.

"Yes, Pixie, I know. I, I, isn't, isn't...Sonny is so young and pretty. My gracious, do you like him? Isn't he pretty?"

"Yes, lady, he pretty." The girl approached the bed. Her hair was straight and nut brown, dyed I surmised. Her tits were prominent and unmistakable. Her mouth appeared so small that it looked like getting a finger past her lips would have stretched them beyond their limits. They were a dainty pink. She wore golden high heels that made her walk like a young deer nosing through a thicket. They were high, five inches at least. They stressed her thin legs. Her skin was a soft nut brown, almost bronze and perfect. I didn't know what to make of her.

She stood beside the bed, looking down at us with big, brown eyes that blinked occasionally, like blinkers on a stationary car. Suzanne had my still half-hard cock clasped in her hand. That was where the woman's eyes focused.

"Him first or you, lady?" Pixie asked.

What a fucking name!

Suzanne responded by rolling her hips away from me and opening her legs. Her straight blond hair fell over my chest as she projected her legs toward the girl.

Pixie smiled with her little mouth, more like a pucker than a smile. She nodded. The gold chained outfit came loose and she carefully laid it onto the chair against the wall at the foot of the bed. Nude, she approached the bed, her prominent breasts wavering as she moved. One knee appeared on the bed and she crawled between Suzanne's legs. "I must taste you, mistress. And then him."