Extending the MILF List Ch. 24

"Oh for heaven's sake, Sonny, call me Carol Lynn!" She hissed.

"How about 'slut'?" I asked. I have no idea where that came from but it appeared and exploded from my lips. The resulting silence made me wheeze...or it could have been the heat soaking through to my more comfortable cock from the female between my legs...familiarizing herself once more with my cock, but through my pants! Her longing to renew the acquaintance was obvious, and flattering. The said silence was long and lurid...I'm using that word a lot but my thesaurus seems to be broken.

"Oh god, Sonny! Have you been talking to Borland?" Holy rabbit farts! How do I step into these puddles of put off like this? I kept my consternation to myself, dodging and weaving which, I confess, was made easier by the female between my legs dividing my attention so I could not put my whole heart into being consternated. It provided just enough gap in my response time to adjust and tell the perfect little white lie, which is my label for avoiding the question.

"How would talking to Borland make you a slut?" I asked which I thought was a very reasonable question. Carol Lynn hissed again, like a tire losing air.

"Oh Sonny! You don't know how long it's been!" She whispered.

"No. I don't know how long its been or what is not long enough or is it too long, which honestly I had thought was impossible." I paused for effect and Pet provided it nicely and I squirmed. I was trying not to let her obvious interest in getting fucked get to me but she was having that effect or having me or something like that. "What are we talking about again?" Clearly, Carol Lynn wisely decided that untangling that mess of meaning was just distraction and retreated back into her original purpose.

"I know I may not have any right to ask this, Sonny but, god, I am...well after you...I mean, oh buckets!" She cried and she sounded so plaintive I nearly offered up what she was trying to ask for gratis but fortunately when I went to do that, I found I was missing the right words, any words, even approximating what Borland had buttered my ears with and so I was stumped and I found an entirely new and different way to be silent. I was up to four or five at least and god knows I needed them all.

"Buckets?" I repeated by way of prompting her. And it worked, it all came out in a violent and prurient gushing rush.

"I don't want to say it. But I should, shouldn't I? To make it official?" Official? There is an official to oversee this sort of thing? I wondered to myself. Then she said it. "Rape. Sonny. I want you to rape me." I choked a little. Not a word one tosses out in polite conversation and for fuck's sake Santa would have a coronary to find it on your nice list, or would that be the naughty list? Oh wait, those are his lists, your list would be the wish list and Carol Lynn had clearly put that word on her wish list. Poor Santa. Fuck Santa. Poor Sonny!

"Rape? How do you make that official?" I asked croaking around the word like I'd just tried to swallow a chicken claw whole. Fucking Chinese will eat anything! Carol Lynn giggled. She fucking giggled!

"Oh Sonny, I have always had this...okay, a fantasy about being attacked in my house, stripped naked, restrained...with hand cuffs and then fucked senseless...could you...I mean...wait in my house? Friday night and when I arrive, do that? All of it, drag me around, I'll fight you, like a hellion but you subdue me and restrain me and then fuck me like you own me? I'd do anything for that, honest. I am so...oh fuck...I am needy. I am a needy slut like you said." I said no such thing! Well, half and I had no idea where it came from. Fuck Sigmund, he doesn't know either. Carol Lynn kept talking.

"I know! It's, so wrong but I just love it, that feeling of a hand over my mouth and being dragged off my feet and then the helpless feeling once I'm all cuffed and helpless! I get so aroused and when he enters me, I cum...no foreplay! Just, boom! I'm there and it's so wonderful...I miss it so much!" Sometimes a whiny woman is music to my ears. Like this time but god, it did scare me. Still, in true Sonny fashion, I just acquiesced.

"Okay. Friday? Your place or mine?"

I am not sure she heard me. "Now Sonny, if you do this, you can't stop. No matter what I say. You do what you do. Take me. Do it. No words can stop you. Nothing. You force me, take me, fuck me!" Her voice was low but ragged, raw, like the words had edges that scraped at her throat on the way by, with little hooks of reluctance cast to no avail. "You don't stop for any man's persuasion!" She went silent and it was the loudest silence I'd ever heard and I have heard some doozies. I waited. Carol Lynn waited. I finally couldn't take it anymore and broke like a whinny little bitch.

"Should we have a safe word?" I asked, thinking it was a reasonable thing to suggest.

"No!" The tone of her voice left little doubt. I had plenty of doubt though but I had no way to understand how to escape my own little tight conundrum, give them what they want, Sonny says! And now, this is what she wants. "No, no, no. Nothing I say can stop you. You know what I want, I want it...you will give it to me." She paused and we got another douse of the scintillating silence. "I hope." She added in the tone that can only be called "piteous".

Borland told me she'd ask this. I didn't have the time to disbelieve him so the shock wasn't that great, well, not from that. My tongue caressed the word. I realized my eyes were closed and I opened them and looked at Jamie and then Rodney. They regarded with me bland curiosity, like they were eavesdropping on something and didn't quite know what to think, to be curious, inquisitive or embarrassed.

"Say it, Carol Lynn." I said finally. I couldn't. Fuck me, I couldn't say the word but I was going to give her what she wanted? How much sense does that make? Well, to be honest, happens all the time in real life. To all of us. Scared of the word, but engage in the action with perfect aplomb. Go figure.

She gasped into her phone and right into my ear, like she was there and could lick me with her tongue and make me shiver. I shivered anyway. "Rape me, Sonny. Do it to me. And don't you dare stop no matter what I say. I want to beg and plead and threaten...I'll know it is you so I'll try everything to make you stop, to make you let me be...normal but you can't do that. Do you understand?"

"No." I told the truth but I am not sure she cared to hear the truth. How could she ask that? How could I ever understand this? Some rhetorical questions return to haunt us, this one would become my little lap dog.

"You don't need to." She said slowly. Fuck me, she was listening after all, so I'd need to be very careful what I said. No thinking with my mouth open. Right, like that is a problem for Sonny Duncan! "Just do what I ask. This is me, asking you and you know you delight in giving us what we want, what we need. Will you? Friday night. I'll be at my house at eight, bang on eight and I'll be expecting you." She asked but wasn't asking. I felt the twisting confusion of being kissed by a paradox.

"Your place or mine?" I said finally, again. She blew into the phone and my hard cock twitched against the tuft of pussy rubbing her cheek against his head.

"Yes, yes, oh god, oh god, oh god...Sonny I am gushing wet even now, just thinking about it!" Wait until you discover what I have in mind for you! The thought thundered in me and I barely kept from blurting it out that I had three Aces! "I'll be home bang at eight, so my place yes, I'll be alone so my house." She gave me an address which I told her to text me since my memory had other things to remember so was too busy to remember addresses. She then described in loving detail how to find the spare back door key and then left me dangling in a long silence. I looked at my phone to be sure I wasn't just listening to my own thoughts, which I wouldn't need a phone for. I waited, silently, mostly because I was afraid to say anything because everything rattling around in my mind seemed immediately wrong and if it seemed immediately wrong to me it was likely deeply wrong to anyone else.

Finally though, Carol Lynn spoke into that silence in a somber whisper that made my heart go pitter patter and I tell you what, that pitter patter scared me more than what she said and what she said was bad enough. "Sonny, I'll fight you. I'll hurt you if you don't subdue me and I mean completely...don't worry about tearing my clothes, that's part of it for me. Don't hesitate, I mean if I hit you, hit me harder and I love to scratch and get skin under my fingernails, yours I mean...so I'm saying, don't you dare be gentle and I'll be ready to be penetrated as soon as I'm secured." I was stunned I had to glance at the phone again to stall for time only to see that the bitch had left me this time. Only after she was gone did I realize exactly what I'd acquiesced to. I got all excited about being wanted for something and didn't focus on what it was she wanted. God! I should have paid more attention. Seems to be a developing pattern. Uh oh!

I lay the phone on the table and focused on Jamie and then on Rodney and had that ironic feeling, not mislabeled as it so often is. Rodney's purpose had become very much less shocking to me in the last five minutes. The idea of just hurting his sister had become a bit paler, not much less forbidding but, it seemed much less impossible now. Somehow I had ended up assigned the job of living out a rape fantasy for a blond ex-wife. How do I get myself into these things? Handcuffs? What the fuck is a ballgag? A gag you wear to a ballgame? Or a formal ball?

The full rejection of my thoughts sent me into my own purpose this happenstance result of my friends' various intentions that brought them to this moment. I dismissed these twin discomfitures...for later consideration for sure, or for the morrow which is safely out of reach of the present, and thus leaves me safely in the now. I had things to say with the pleasing prospect of this purring pet between my legs to attend to as she so surely seemed willing to be attended to.

"I have a condo, supplied to me and I'd like you both to be there tomorrow, at say, six? You both may be aware that I have collected to myself a passel of pussy that is far beyond my own capacity to either satisfy or utilize and there has been some move lately to take control of that pussy and do untoward things with it. Them. Since I am first, insufficient to what I have wrought and second, have a fine regard for the vagaries of free will and what perversities it will inspire, I want to make some grand gesture. I have fucked nigh to fifty females of all shapes and sizes, colors and creeds and desires and needs, and I am lately beset by this silence and stillness in which I contemplate what this all means to me." I hesitated here, sorely tempted make a full confession but...

The little minx was trying to draw down my zipper and, presumably, get her hot little mouth onto my cock. Talk about mixed feelings! I took the immediate action and grasped her tightly by the hair and twisted her head. I expected some lurid screech but instead felt more than heard her fluid sigh and felt her hug herself against my right leg all the more affectionately. Talk about confusion! I was utterly unsure what it was that was crouching under the table between my legs...as this pose had not been common to me...yet. One little word tells the tale as elegantly as an essay. Yet! Yes. I liked it! That flashing realization pushed me back into my soliloquy with my friends sans confession.

"While," I looked at Jamie for he was there, "I was subjected to what can only be described as an ambush by my friends and sisters and their co-conspirators, I am loath to call them wrong for what I have done these past weeks and months is mount more females in quick and unbelievable succession than any one man has any right to hope for or expect." I shuddered here. "Not to mention beyond the capacity I ever thought this mortal coil could achieve. I confess," don't panic, folks, I was not getting over eager. "I confess I am amazed that my body has served me so long and so well in this but it seems a one-off miracle and not sustainable, which, I take it, is at the foundation of my friends' and family's intervention. Though the inclination is proving itself true to me, the method was hamhanded and clumsy. And I hold myself to blame, for what was obvious to them I ducked and dodged and fucked and fucked and fucked in hopes of fucking away the truth, that fucking every female I meet has limits and cannot be my life."

Now, in that moment, I got a flash of clarity that made my stomach bunch up like a fine pussy feeling thrilled with a hard hot visitor. The intervention yes, pointed to this one true thing. But my blue nocturnal visitor was part of this too. I couldn't say for sure how, for I sensed I lacked something crucial and so it was a mere intuition that soothed me in my existential distress and not yet insight, but soothed I was. I still had things to learn!

"My girlfriend has been promised a ride on the airtight express and she is not alone in that ambition. My blame in this is that I have not directed things with intention and clarity and left it to my friends and sisters who love me and thus neglected what might be considered my rightful place. That they stepped boldly into the breech speaks well of them but that they did a posh poor job of it tells me that they are doing what was mine to do all along. I don't know what to do or how but by god, if it were done, when it t'were done, t'were well it t'were done quickly and by me and by none other. So. I am saying to you that I'd like to add you as late correspondents to the MILF List and invite you to help me devise a fitting end to it as it has been thus far conceived." I stopped there, realizing that these two in particularly may not know the MILF list so it had some logic to review for them in part. And I wanted to show off a little. They both looked very attentive so I continued.

"Last fall, I and my friends of many years heard one of us say aloud that his mother was hot and that he'd fuck her. It was an awkward moment and feeling it, we all chimed in so he wasn't alone and because we are good friends to each other, for lucky us, there was not one drudge among our mothers and in quick time to drain away the awkward admission, we'd all chimed in and said we'd fuck our own mother in solidarity. Well, my friends of that moment are like me in that enough is never enough for us and we set about discussing how such an endeavor could be accomplished and my asshole friends all voted that it was for me to do since, of them all, I am the one sole member of the group that had no father to grow jealous of...not to mention the only one beset with a bevy of sisters that had equal potential which we'd exploit certainly to my brotherly delight." Rodney stared at me and I thought sure he was going to make some wry comment about how I wasn't speaking English but he took the more pedestrian path.

"You have sisters? You fucked your sisters?" Rodney's eyes were a 10 year old's at an unaccountably rich Christmas haul.

"And his mother, whom I understand is quite the woman and worth a good shag or twelve." Jamie offered. Rodney looked at him and it was like all the lights in the house when on at the same time.

"Holy duck fuckers, you fucked your mother too?" His eyes flickered and he looked away. "Oh my god!" For a moment I thought we'd earned his righteous wrath but when his eyes returned to mine they were full of a terror I didn't fathom until he spoke next. "You know what this means?" He said slowly. Jamie and I both shook our heads into that rhetorical silence. "It means that I could fuck my sister!" Jamie and I looked at each other with something akin to astonishment and abashed chagrin. I believe we both felt the need to object but neither of us had anything but that one short, mindless leg to stand on and that was utterly insufficient to form into a viable objection and both of us were honest enough to say so.

"I say, ol' bean," Jamie ventured into the silence, "you may be right but you just handed her off to our man Sonny's good graces and it'd be just crass of you to change your mind so soon." Rodney turned his dark eyes from me to Jamie and nodded.

"I...no...of course not...I just...I have the hottest sister in the neighborhood and I'd honestly never...oh fuck me!" He covered his eyes with his hands. When he removed them they were wide and a bit bulging. He looked right at me. "You fucked your sister?" He asked, as close to pleading as a man like Rodney would ever get, and a sign of this newly forged bond that was solidifying as we spoke. I nodded. Jamie selected this moment to add commentary.

"Um...no...sisters...he has three and believe me, they are all worth the fuck, he gave them to me as part of our proper arrangement even though I'd been a right bounder to him. Sonny's a noble man." Jamie looked back at me almost apologetically, so I had to look past him. Rodney's eyes bulged more but then he felt it and his face relaxed and he sat back in his chair. He was shaking his head though.

"You have three sisters, Sonny? And...oh butt fuck a virgin, you would let me fuck them all?"

I chuckled. "Rodney, if you dared, I'd offer them up for sure." I said sincerely. Funny how you can meet someone and like him to that extent!

He shook his head. "Buddy, you might have a screw loose." Rodney was sincere.

I grinned then. "Buddy, you have it loose too, since if I am not mistaken you just now handed me your virgin sister to be used as my fuck toy." His face worked and no sound came out of his mouth for a moment, then he almost squeaked.

"Oh, yeah." He grinned then like he must have grinned as a youngster, all open and glittering with eager delight. As was his wont, it flashed and was gone but he didn't look abashed to have shown that light to us. I swear I saw a relaxation in him and perhaps even relief but that may just be my projection. He shook his head slowly. "I thought you were just a white boy who had it going on...I never knew you were...um...just what my sister needed. Honestly, Sonny, I feel better about handing her off to you. You won't freak out and do some crazy shit and do her damage, either to find the pain she loves or to shame her for wanting it, because she does need it for real, I have seen it. And no, she's got nothing in her past that suggests it was imposed on her. She arrived in the world with this need in her body and she's been struggling to find a way to express it without...well, without fearing the danger it could invite. Me too, once she confided in me. You...you seem perfect, because you did fuck your sisters...and oh god, your mother. Don't ask me why but now, it just seems settled and all over but the shouting..."

"The moaning." I added.

Rodney grinned. He nodded. "And for Ahmay Alan, the screaming...she wants to scream but...though she says she likes the idea of being seen, this should be done in private, the screaming I mean. At first at least, as my sister has a robust imagination and needs to update it with reality some." I was amazed, even in the hurricane of this moment for me and surely the shifting ground under his feet, he still turned his attention to the good and safety of his sister. This was the core of our common and growing bond. We take care of those we fuck. He shrugged his shoulders as he does it. "Go on, tell the rest of it...fifty you say? I don't keep count but that sounds like a lot to me...all different you mean?" I nodded.

"I think so yes...so anyway, in that moment they voted me the one most likely to fuck his mother without dire repercussions. And then broadened it to fucking all their mothers because I'm so cute. And I did. Me being the shallow, simple-minded soul that I am, I found myself mounting mother after mother and in the midst of which an odd sister got mixed in. Not all my doing, since she was in the middle of sexing up our mother, it was an honest mistake that was no mistake at all. That repressed urge to mount the family females was suddenly abroad and out in the open." Turns out I sort of relished recounting the exploits of Sonny Duncan to a sympathetic audience.