Extending the MILF List Ch. 07

I could feel my climax, distant, teasing but there, clearly waiting for me to find the right motion, the right position to lure it close enough to conquer. I stopped fucking her for a moment to loop my arms under her knees as I had seen Rodney do to D. Debra. I had a vision of Anne with D. Debra, as Tawny had done, must have done, slurping my come out of the teasing blond woman. The image exploded in me and I felt the orgasm drawing close. A phantom thought pricked my consciousness, that D. Debra had lied about my sister and that Tawny had not tasted her. A new wave of pleasure swept away the thought but I put a pin in it nonetheless.

I lifted her legs over my shoulders. Anne was helpless, bent nearly double, her ankles a foot above her ears. That position put additional tension into her pussy and I felt it, tight and straining as I continued to pummel her, filling her up with cock. My body slapped against the planes of each thigh, playing the music of sex as a percussion solo, rattling me as I chased my orgasm.

I felt it fly by and released one leg, splitting her, pinning one to her chest while bending the other down beside us. I sat beside her body and rammed my cock into her. She grunted and twisted, her face a rictus of pleasure. I hugged one leg, lifting her by it, dangling her pussy so that when I slammed into her, her body swung like a pendulum. I tired and let her legs drop, settling over her. My orgasm taunted me and I gripped her ass and gave chase. I caught it in moments, hammering Annie hard and fast. She groaned and grunted as I fucked her.

Success.

My orgasm struggled and turned away and twisted like a great marlin launched out of the ocean on my line. She bucked under me, fighting my weight to get enough room to respond to the sensations coursing through her. All at once, I groaned and pumped cum into her pussy. Anne grunted in response and then lifted her head and kissed my shoulder, then I felt her teeth bitting down on a roll of flesh while she squealed. Her little hands held to my shoulders and she chased her own orgasm as mine gushed down into her.

Moments later it was over and the last thing I remember was Anne's hands on me, wiping the effluvium of our sexual collision with a warm wash clothe. When I woke next she was a sleep on her face, head turned away from me, her hair an inky stain on the white pillow. The light of the neighborhood invaded the room, reflected off the snow. Anne breathed evenly and deeply.

I realized I was hard. I felt between her legs, unconscious of her convenience. I felt her pussy, still pursed and damp. I closed her legs a little, got astride them and bending over her body, inserted my cock into her pussy from behind. I shoved, encountering the odd angle's resistance. I persisted.

Anne groaned and she tried to lift her body, which only served to arch her ass up. This cleared the way and my cock slid into her. She grunted. I hooked my heels under her knees and opened her with my legs while leaning into her little ass, pressing my cock deeper into her. I found each of her hands and pressed them out above her head, holding her like that, she was utterly helpless while I worked my cock into her from behind.

She tried a disorganized movement, meant more to test her bondage than to extricate herself. I held her by her arms, legs and pussy. I then worried that she couldn't breathe. I sat up, lifting my weight off the small of her back.

Anne gasped and lurched, trying to get to her knees but unable to do so because of how I held her with my legs and my greater weight on her ass. She lifted up her shoulders and pulled a pillow under her chest, allowing her head to dangle from the low edge and that allowed her to breathe.

That done, I returned her to the former pose, her arms pinned over her head, my cock still embedded in her pussy and my heels able to move her legs wider as needed. She wiggled, and finding herself fully restrained, muttered, "Oh, yes, shag me like this." Her voice was lazy and sleepy, or drunk with orgasm but she seemed awake.

I fucked her. I ground into her from behind till her little ass bunched up between us. I ground harder against her, piercing her deeply, till her ass seemed to disappear and I was only aware of her pussy tightening down on me. I jerked my hips forward and Anne grunted. I did it again and she moaned.

"Oh yes, shag me!"

I converted the motion into a rhythm and she grunted again each time I slammed into her. She lay over the bulge of the pillow grunting as I fucked her. Then, unbelievably, my orgasm arrived, filled with the eroticism of the moment. I released her arms, hooked my hands under her body, feeling her breasts along the upper side. I hammered against her from behind, ramming into her over and over as my orgasm galloped closer and closer.

In the end, it exploded out of me and I poured cum into Anne. She shivered beneath me. When it passed, I lay on top of her savoring the wondrous pieces of the orgasm and the feel of this prone woman beneath me, completely compliant to my driving sexual need to use her body for my pleasure. My pleasure using her filled her with a woman's satisfaction, fill with cock and cum and surrounded by my lust. My cock retreated and I rolled off of her and fell again to sleep.

When next I woke, Anne was washing my cock. She licked it a few times and then crawled back into bed beside me. Her little body cuddled up close to me and coated me with her affection. She kissed me on the mouth, struggling up to look down on me in the gloom before subsiding into sleep.

I lay awake beside her listening to the soft wheeze of her breathing, reflecting on how few times I had done this, laid beside a nude woman and used her and used her. As I thought about it, I got hard again. In accordance with the thought, I pushed Anne onto her back again and felt between her legs. She roused barely from her slumber and shifted her ass and opened her legs. Her willingness, her desire to be filled again flashed through me as both invitation and obeisance. I rolled over her slight leg to a position over her. She lay still, waiting.

My cock had grown steely with anticipation and when I touched it too her pussy she grunted and pushed herself up onto it, piercing her body with it. I held still till she moaned with effort and desire and drifted away, then I rammed into her, slamming her wet interior full of cock. She grunted with the impact. I ground my pubic bone against hers and she shifted her hips, pushing up against my weight. Her hands found my head and pulled me to her lips, kissing me with surprising fire.

I had thought her barely awake but she seemed plenty aware. Her knees pinched against my sides as I rose and fell between them, pulsing with pleasure while I filled her over and over again with my hard cock. She shuddered and squeaked just once before she lifted her legs further, wrapped them around my thighs. That was not enough. She hunched down, pointing her pussy more upright and moved her legs higher till she had them wrapped around my waist. Not long enough to lock behind me, she clung to me, pulling herself up when I lifted my body over her and then groaning as I crashed back down into her.

"Oh, oh, oh!" She cried at the bottom of a firm stroke. She shook and bucked as the orgasm ran through her. Every muscle seemed to spasm and shake while I ran my cock in and out of her. She panted, she wheezed, she mumbled. She rose up under me once, grasped me by the face and kissed me, her body suspended below me by her legs. I held us aloft for a few moments, until my body shook with the effort and then released us down onto the bed.

Relaxing was such sweet release. I lay on her, panting. She fought for breath till I lifted my chest off of her. I lay like that, buried in her pussy, feeling the contractions of her muscles twitching through her, communicating to me her pleasure at being filled through my living spike.

"Are you going to take my ass?" She whispered. "I, no one has buggered me for some time. I, I keep dreaming of it, on my knees, penetrated by a hard cock, shoving slowly into my ass while I am bent on the bed." She sighed. "I have dreamed of it often lately and I wake crazy for cock. I want shagged right then. Like this, a lover between my legs, his cock inside me, his lips kissing me, his will matching my own, our bodies sealed..."

I was amazed. Annie never talked this much. Anne did and eloquently. I supposed expressing herself in pidgin was an effort.

Her ass. I lowered myself onto her smothering her for a moment before I slid to the side a bit. I reached for her little ass and crunched us together. Her pussy writhed. I felt her inner muscles massage my cock. I was about to speak about her ass, considering her dream when my orgasm dropped on me from no where. One moment I was enjoying the cloying feel of her pussy and the next I was seeing yellow behind closed eyes as I fountained into her. I pumped, I ground, I groaned.

Anne put a hand to my face while I spasmed over and inside her, stroking my cheek as I ground between her legs, pumping her full of cum, one more time. When at last I lay still, she kissed me on the cheek.

"Another time. I am yours tonight. I, I have longed to have you like this, alone, with no one else around. I thought of you like this, between my legs, inside me, over and over again, telling me each time you took me how much you wanted me, how much I pleased you." She chortled, a sharp sound. "You know how often I work to please someone else. That, that is a rare and wonderful thing for me. I do not do it often and never with most people. Thank you, Sonny. Thank you for shagging me and letting me feel this, if only for a while." She kissed my neck then.

I thought for a moment I was getting hard again but then my thigh jerked, threatening to cramp so I left Anne to wash off and do my toilet. She was dead to the world when I returned to bed with a warm, wet cloth. She roused barely while I cleaned between her legs and again with a new clothe, wiping down her belly and breasts. She crooned and when I kissed her, her lips were soft and supple. Her tongue touched me and she whispered her thanks when I left her. She was asleep when I returned and I joined her, cuddled together in the darkness, and slept.

I woke into a dull gray light. Anne still slept beside me but she roused when I jerked awake. The room was chilled.

"What time is it?" She asked.

I didn't know and didn't care. I pushed her onto her back.

Her hand found my cock. "Oh goodness." Anne said, her delight edging her voice. She tugged gently on it and I followed willingly till she connected it to her pussy lips. I was again between her legs, sinking into her pliant body.

"A morning fuck. Do you know how long it has been since I have been awaken by a man beside me, hard and ready to mount me?"

I thought the question was rhetorical and concentrated on pumping my cock into her.

Anne groaned. "Oh god, oh god, Sonny. You feel so good inside me like this. I, my god, I am so aroused, again!" Amazement tinged her voice. "When the others, when they caught me sleeping, it is not the same. They, they mounted me over and over again and the passion roared like a fire in me but this, this is like laying in the bottom of a boat on a gentle sea." She sighed.

She rose up under me as I lifted up and kissed me on the lips, straining to reach me. I got to my knees and sat her up, twisting my legs under her so we sat with our feet behind each other's backs, her legs around my body, my cock securely fitted inside her. I began to rock us, bending far forward so that she lay back, then reversing the motion. She pulled us together with her feet.

She stopped us after a few minutes, looking up at me, her face aglow in the misty light. "Oh god, Sonny, sex with you is wonderful. I, I thought I could ask this of you and, and I have it, just as I imagined it. Kiss me."

I did.

"See? I feel your kiss down into my twat. It makes me want to scream. I am all nerves and senses."

We went back to rocking, back and forth, back and forth. It was a curious mixture of relaxation and sensual pleasure. Her body rubbing gently against mine, precisely like waves on a boat. When we leaned apart her breasts brushed over my chest, sending erotic echos through me. After a few minutes of this, I felt the approach of my climax. Again! I wrestled Anne onto her back and with her legs over my shoulders, pointing at the sky, I fucked her hard and fast. She grunted as I slammed down into her. Her hips slapped up at me as I drove her into the bed.

After a few dozen driving strokes, my body spasmed and I spewed into her, fountaining again, replete with pleasure. I dropped onto her, covering her, grasping her ass as I bucked against her, shoving my cock into her over and over with little, staccato strokes. She lay under me, letting me fill her, letting my pleasure run its course.

When I finally ran down and lay between her legs, she stroked my face and touched my body with her hands, like she was blind, trying to map the geography of the body that had lately penetrated hers.

When we rolled apart, she got up and entered the shower. I finally roused and looked outside. It was still snowing and maybe a foot or more had fallen. I groaned. Despite the fact I knew it would cover again, I dressed and went out to shovel off the driveway. The deeper it got, the worse it would be and doing it twice didn't bother me.

I felt surprisingly good an hour and a half later when I finished so I went down the street to Mrs. Benning and did her walk and drive. She was 78 and her family was far away. I took her mail from the previous day to her door. She thanked me profusely.

I walked away, acutely aware for the first time that I smelled distinctly of sex. The sweat from shoveling seemed to have activated Anne's smell mingled with my own cum and I could sniff us even bundled up as I was.

I was tired now, worn down. I stumbled into the house and stripped down to jeans and shirt. I smelled breakfast and found Annie had made omelets, toast, sausage, and cocoa. I ate ravenously while she sat and watched me, her face serene, eyes slitted, one hand in her lap the other massaging the marks I had left on her neck the night before, fingering the collar around her neck, almost caressing it.

She suggested we try calling Sid and Mom. We did and got Mom. Sid was out, she said. We chatted. At one point, Anne spoke to Mom in her English accent. Mom apparently knew this side of Annie and did not remark on it but did make note that I now understood some of her depths. Mom seemed genuinely pleased when Anne described our night together and her satisfaction with it.

Just as we signed off, Georgia called and told me it could be another week before she got back. She suggested I go out to the airport and get her car if I needed it but I told her we were snowed in. Anne kept silent, listening while Georgia discussed fucking my friends. Georgia was matter-of-fact about the whole issue. She told me what she wanted but insisted that my idea was the best, whatever it turned out to be. She ended, saying she understood if I was doing Tawny in her absence. I told her thanks and we left it at that.

Anne regarded me for a moment. I realized that my secret had gotten SYKPEd into the open.

"You are shagging your sisters?" She said finally, her voice even.

I shuddered a little. Hearing someone else say it, that sort of rattled me. Strange how doing my sisters seemed somehow more depraved than doing my own mother. I had a flash of mom beneath me, heaving as she came, pierced by my cock. I shuddered again.

I nodded. "Now you know."

She just smiled a little. "We all have our secrets." She said softly, using her very British voice.

I hardly think her secret matched mine but she seemed willing to make them equivalent in importance. Who was I to argue? I was sweaty and stinking of the work and the coating of sex on me.

I went up and showered, making it a long steamy, hot shower. The snow still fell so the day seemed empty of demands on me and of Anne. I made the shower long, wondering if she would join me, feeling the urge to mount her again eking into me. When she did not appear, I finally shut off the water and got out and dried off.

I thought I would be provocative and walked into Mom's bedroom naked. Annie had beaten me to it. She knelt on the bed, nude, draped over a pile of pillows. Her arms stretched before her, like a worshiper, her face between her elbows and her hair tousled over them. Beside her lay a bottle of lube. The invitation was clear, her intention clearer.

My cock, wilted from showering alone, regained its regal interest. I stood beside the bent woman and when she did not acknowledge me, picked up the bottle of lube and crawled onto the bed behind her. A shiver ran through her body. She flinched when I touched her ass.

Anne Kingston is a slight woman but in that position, her hips seemed to swell, exposing her pussy and ass hole. She jerked when I touched the moist lips of her pussy. She groaned when I penetrated them with my finger, slicing through her succulent flesh. She still ran, oozing with cum from the many times I had entered and filled her. Unable to resist, I got to my knees behind her and entered her again, shoving my cock deep into her bent body. She grunted as I bottomed out inside of her and moaned when I withdrew. I pushed the spongy head of my cock against the dimple of her ass hole and then found the lube.

Annie groaned when I pushed a lubed finger into her ass. She grunted each time I shoved it deeply into her body, shaking as I greased her back entrance. I stood on my knees and greased my pole. She was panting in her position, I could hear the quivering breaths. I got into position behind her and placed my cock against her ass hole. She held her breath. I shoved. She groaned. Her ass resisted, tight, hot, dry but slick with lube.

I got my cock head past her sphincter. I stopped. I felt her ass twitching, like it was nibbling at my cock, tasting this intrusion, deciding what to do with it. I felt her relax a bit and she sighed. I pushed deeper into her. She grunted and the next moment she pushed back. Her body seized with about half a cock in her. I pulled back, added some lube and pushed hard into her again. This time I slid deep into her ass. She groaned and one hand snaked between her legs. I could tell she was stroking her pussy and clit.

The feel of her ass on my cock was unbelievable. It was so tight, so hot, so sensual I could not believe I had left her ass unfucked for so long. It was like a whole new experience. I pushed deeper, ever deeper, until finally I was pressed against her lank ass. She wiggled her ass a little, as though seating my cock more firmly inside her body. She lifted up, getting to all fours. The change in position increased the tension on my cock.

"Shag me. Bugger me, Sonny." She hissed. "Oh god, your cock is in my ass. My god, I, I remember. I wish I had a cock to suck."

Her words energized me and I pulled back half a cock length and rammed back into her.

"Yes. Take me like that!"

I repeated the motion, pulling out further and hammering into her harder, not hard but firmly and completely. Two more strokes like that and I was pumping cum into her ass. Over and over I bucked against her. She lay down over the pillows, opening herself completely to my orgasm. I pumped into her over and over again, like I had not fucked her three or four times the night before and once this morning. Oh, how great it is to be young!

When the orgasm passed, I lay over her lean back, kissing and licking at the light sheen of sweat on her skin. She tasted salty. I pulled out of her ass with a long, growling slurp. Annie shuddered, wagging her ass at me.