Extending the MILF List Ch. 09

"Yes, yes, okay." The woman moaned. I am sure it was because my tit massage was world class and had nothing to do with Suzanne worming her finger into the woman's pussy.

"Oh looked, she's wet as spring." Suzanne cooed, kissed the woman lightly on the mouth and stared hard into her eyes. "Ever been eaten by a woman?"

The woman shook her head. "No." She trembled. Her hands were both flat against the cold wall, like someone stapled her to it. She did not move, though her body quivered. "I am not a lesbian."

Suzanne squatted, pushed the woman's legs wider and bent her head back, moved in closer, and kissed the woman's pussy.

"Ugh!" The woman grunted. "I am not a lesbian." She mumbled that assertion several times while Suzanne licked and sucked and kissed her pussy. At one point, the woman shifted her feet out further and rocked her hips forward, bringing her pussy more firmly into contact with Suzanne's mouth.

I moved around to the side and bent to her tits, kissing the one I could reach easily while Suzanne slurped between her open legs. The woman's taut skirt was around her waist. Suddenly her body twitched, shuddered and she cried out. "I am not a lesbian," in a long singsong voice. "I am not a lesbian." She moaned, more quietly.

Suzanne stood up. "I made her come. I think she's worried about being a lesbian, what do you think?"

I withdrew my mouth from her tit and nodded. I had no words.

The woman watched us, her hands on the wall, her tits perched over the line of her crumpled bra and gaping dress, her panties and nylons cut in two and twisted onto each thigh about two thirds of the way to her knees.

"Oh my, my that felt good." The woman whispered. "I am not a lesbian."

Suzanne shook her head. "No, you are not a lesbian and to prove it, you should suck his cock for him before he fucks you."

I was shocked by how rapidly and smoothly the woman got onto her knees. Suzanne rocked her onto her heels and put her brief case under her knees. The woman stood on her knees then, opened her mouth and closed her eyes.

"Don't tell me you don't know what she wants, buddy." Suzanne whispered.

My cock had long since gotten cold and retreated into himself. I stood up and presented her with my shriveled sense of self. Her warm lips and strong, wet tongue soon changed my condition. As my cock grew stronger, she sucked harder and pretty soon, her mouth was full of very hard cock. She bobbed her head back and forth, rubbing the head across the ribbed texture of the roof of her mouth.

It nearly made me scream. God, it felt good. I wanted her to take me deeper as my harem tended to do but she never did. She continued to suck until Suzanne tapped her on the temple. Her eyes opened.

"Still sure you aren't a lesbian?" Suzanne said, bending over to look the woman in the eyes.

She shook her head. "I am not a lesbian."

"I think you need reassurance. Stand up and let him fuck you."

The woman stood up and braced her legs wide, her back and ass on the cold wall. She shivered but then rolled her hips forward, parting the lips of her pussy and showing us the bubbling mixture.

"Fuck her." Suzanne grunted.

I heard something above us again and glanced up. I saw someone, black hair and a dark face that disappeared around the corner of the landing.

"Fuck her." Suzanne said again.

"Yes, yes, fuck me!" The woman gasped, her eyes were wild.

I stepped up to the plate and ran my cock into the panting woman. She bubbled and squelched as I speared into her plush body. She grunted and hunched her hips at me, seating more and more cock inside her body each time her hips popped towards me. I moved forward, pushing my cock through the swelter of hot pussy till we ground together.

"Oh fuck, fuck, fuck me!" The woman groaned, her body pulsing at me as I ground us together. "Oh god, oh god, fuck me!"

"You'll have to settle for me." I growled through gritted teeth. After being inside her mouth, her pussy seemed incredibly soft and hot. I could swear she steamed in the chilly air. I pulled back and rammed into her. I gripped her hips and pulled as I slammed into her.

The woman groaned and then bucked into an instant orgasm. "I...am...not...les...bee...an!" She cried as her climax broke over her. She grunted and grunted, her hands finding my hips and pulling at me. After a while she stilled, panting and sizzling.

Suzanne pulled at my shoulders. "Let her go." She whispered.

I pulled out from between her clasping pussy lips, unclear about who released whom. She seemed voracious but she straightened, tucked her tits away, righted her blouse and pulled the tight skirt down her legs. She primly donned her coat, picked up the briefcase, and tottered down the stairs. She wobbled, unsteadily, holding tightly to the railing.

Suzanne turned to look at me. "Another go?" She tweaked the bare end of my cock. "You didn't fill her up, did you?"

I shook my head. "Suck it." I mumbled. "Taste her again."

Suzanne got carefully to her knees and was just licking the dewy end of my cock when the other woman appeared. She was slight, maybe five two or five three. Her kinky hair piled on her head, her black skin glowed. She held an arm load of books against her whippet body. She emerged from the upper shadows of the staircase, rounded the landing by the door and stood looking down on the blond woman sucking my cock.

"She sucking your cock." She said softly.

I felt Suzanne's teeth for a moment. I placed a hand on the back of her head and held her in place, even pushing my cock a little deeper. Suzanne hacked a little and rose up on her knees and pushed her mouth all the way down onto my cock.

"God." The girl breathed. She took a step down. She had a long coat, woven, knitted and dull green, like military green. It could not provide much protection against the cold. She took another step down, another step closer. Suzanne's back was to her.

I knotted my hand in the blond hair. I felt the increased suction immediately on my cock.

"You fucked Mrs. Pointers." The lithe black girl said. "What she said, it was all a lie. Everyone knows." She whispered the words. "She loves nothing better than the taste of another woman." The girl descended another step. "Oh, her husband doesn't know but she does love the Sapphic love." She took another step. I could see her bare belly showing beneath the lower edge of her tight little shirt. "You, you fucked her. I saw it." She smiled thinly then, making her thick, dark lips tight lines on her lean face. "I saw her climax with your dick in her. I saw it. If, if you fucked her, I mean if you didn't come, you can surely fuck me."

Surely Suzanne heard her clearly and kept trying to withdraw her mouth from my cock. I knew she probably had something to say but I kept her mouth full of cock.

"You can fuck me." The girl said again, a mixed tone, half statement, half plea, half question, half command. With that many halves, she was saying at least two whole things. She managed to get a lot into that simple statement. Despite the sudden urge to have Suzanne swallow my cum, I agreed with the girl.

"Take off your clothes. I'll fuck you naked or not at all." I said carefully. I held onto Suzanne's head, holding her still till the tide of orgasm receded somewhat.

The girl carefully put her books down. "What if someone comes."

"You'll come." I promised, not honestly because honestly, men do the best we can and that's all. Making promises is just arrogance, but not always invalid.

"I mean," she shrugged off the knitted coat and it pooled on the steps at her feet. She seemed unconcerned. "I mean, what if someone sees us?" She managed to make that a clear question.

"They'll see you coming, mounted on my cock like a pig on a spit."

Her face wrinkled. "Not a pretty simile if you are trying to seduce me." She said, taking another step down and pulling her little tee shirt off her torso. She wore no bra. Her tits were spared, suggestions on an athlete's body.

Suzanne sucked hard on my cock. I think, suddenly, she wanted a taste of the voice she had yet to connect to a body. I pushed my cock as deep into her mouth as it would go and held her till she fought for breath, covering her eyes with my abdomen just to be perverse. She struggled so I pulled her completely off my cock and she sat gasping and grunting. Her eyes went immediately to this new woman on the menu.

The girl unbuttoned her blue jeans and shucked them down her body. She was paper thin, her skin stretched over her frame, her ribs visible, her stomach rippling with muscle. She stripped her thong down and revealed her little pussy, a tuft of black hair, like a top hat over the pinched little lips.

"I think my friend here wants a taste of you, then I want to put this inside of you."

The girl pulled off her sneakers and stepped onto the cold floor. She grabbed her discarded coat and tossed it between her and Suzanne. Suzanne and twisted to look at the girl, settling back onto her heels.

The girl walked onto her coat up to where Suzanne sat. She looked up at me, then down at my cock, and finally at Suzanne. "She's pretty. Does she know how to please a woman?"

"Find out." I gestured.

Suzanne's hands reached out to the woman's ankles and skimmed up to her knees and onto her perfect thighs. They were proportioned to her body but full and thick with woven muscle. Suzanne's white hands moved higher till they were at the top of her thighs. She pulled the black woman closer and looked up her body at the brown eyes staring down at her. The black woman had nearly no tits, little hillocks with nipples, hard nubs at the summit of each little swell.

Suzanne rose up, holding the woman by her hips. She sucked at the right nipple till the girl gasped. Her black hands moved to the back of Suzanne's blond hair, holding her in place, then moving her to the other nipple. Moments later, she pushed Suzanne lower, planting the white woman's face between her legs. The black girl rolled her hips forward, presenting her pussy for inspection. Suzanne gripped her ass and sucked hard on her little pussy, inspecting it thoroughly; a cavity search performed with a tongue is very thorough.

The black woman convulsed, her back arching, tipping her beautiful face to the sky. "Oh god, she eats well. My god, what a mouth, what a tongue. Her tongue, it is inside me, uh, uh, oh god, it feels so good!" Her body was shaking but she twisted out of Suzanne's clutches. "She, another time, perhaps but, now, now I want your cock in me."

She stepped around Suzanne who, oddly, remained crouched before us. The girl looked up at me. "My name is Stephanie. Please fuck me."

How polite, I thought. "I would be happy to fuck you, Stephanie. I'm Sonny." I said.

She smiled brightly and put out a small hand and bent my bouncing cock down towards her middle. She tilted her body and lifted one leg. I had to crouch so she could connect my cock to her glistening little slit below her little top hat. She positioned it and then leaned her body against it.

After initial resistance, my cock popped inside her body.

"Uh," the girl groaned. She pushed hard, leaning her weight onto my cock. My cock slid into her.

My god, she was tight, close and firm like the rest of her body. She was hot, and slick, and smooth. The pleasure blinded me, shooting through me with gouts of erotic joy that made my muscles seize and tense. I took a step past her one leg, looped an arm under her raised leg, now high enough that she could touch her nose to her knee cap.

I lifted her off her other leg. It swung around and up as I lifted her off the ground. I caught her free knee with my other hand and for a moment, her weight was on both hands and my cock at the center of her body. Then she slid down my cock. I did not have good enough control of her weight to prevent the fall, her body gobbled my cock up like a cigar into Monica. She dropped down onto my cock, fully impaled.

"Oh god!" She screamed, a loud, piercing scream that echoed up the stairwell and down again. I think the noise of it frightened her because she banged her face forward into my chest. She locked both legs around me and immediately began to fuck me, rapping her ass up and down in my hands, spearing my cock deep into her with each motion.

"Oh, god, sorry. I scream when I come and, and, and I just, just oh god, I'm coming again!" She lurched, her whole body hard like wood, bucking with my cock buried in her. Stephanie bucked and shook as the orgasm wracked her. She quivered in my arms.

Suddenly I felt her weight. She seemed to go lax and I realized she had been supporting some of her weight with her hands on my shoulders but now she had released it. Her weight threated to tip me over. I felt my balance going and with Suzanne in front of the foot bearing the most weight, I could not step forward to keep us from falling. I twisted towards the wall. Just in time, I let us fall into the wall. I still kicked Suzanne's ass with my foot as I whipped it around to keep from falling over completely.

Nonetheless, we came to rest with Stephanie between me and the wall, my cock jammed completely into her body. She was shaking and gasping, her forehead banging against my chest as she shook. She finally calmed a little.

"Oh, so full of cock." She whispered, lifting her head.

I bent to her offering and kissed her lips. They were plush and full, expressing her passion as she kissed me back. Her hands gripped me like little spikes, hooked to me while I ground her back against the wall. Moments later, she stiffened, her legs snapping past me and her back sought to straighten. I held her by the ass, pinioning her to me while she gasped and croaked and bucked in my arms. I got my hands up onto the wall, bracing us so all my weight was not against her clinching pelvis but that put her legs up and out draped over my arms, leaving her suspended by them with her ass balanced on my cock in her pussy.

I found that if I straightened my arms, she lifted up. When I relaxed, she dropped back down onto my cock. In this way, I could fuck her just by flexing my arms under her legs. I proceeded to do that. Over and over again I did exactly that till she began to dribble her lubricating gel onto my legs below. She shook, she barked like a hyena, she tried to twist but only succeeded in screwing herself more firmly onto my cock.

"Cock, cock, cock in me." She gasped and then she clinched, her tight pussy sealing onto my cock, clicking down like a closing hatch on a submarine. "Uh, uh, uh," she chanted as a new wave of little orgasms rippled through her. I kissed her back against the wall and that allowed her to pop her pussy at my penetrating cock. While I kissed her, she rapped her pussy at my pubic bone, pulsing around me.

"Oh my god, she is so tight." I mumbled. Moments later my orgasm swelled in me and overflowed. I pinned her hard against the wall and my body jerked between her legs. She shook and screamed into my chest, teeth tightly clinched.

"Uh, uh, uh!" She cried, shaking her head. Her legs locked around me and then it was over. I twitched a few more times but then I went still, puffing and panting, one shoulder tilted against the wall. Stephanie was bent nearly double, her legs nearly on my shoulders. To my amazement, she moved first one, then the other leg up to my shoulders, with me pushing them against her chest. She panted and bucked, utterly helpless.

"Oh god, I am coming some more!" She announced and sure enough, I felt her legs flexing, trying to push me on my ass. I leaned more weight on her and her pussy clamped down on my cock, the backs of her thighs against my stomach.

"God, she is so tight." I muttered again.

Stephanie continued to buck against me, her ankles rubbing against my ears. After a few minutes like this during which no one moved, she slowly and carefully moved her legs down and dangled from my spent cock and clinched hands on her ass.

"Oh god, god, that was just what I needed." She patted my upper arms. "Let, let me down. Let me go. I have to study."

I released her and crouched to help her get off my valiant cock. She immediately dressed, picked up her books and walked carefully down the steps, ass twitching to one side like she still had a wedgy. Suzanne sat on her heels, watching the girl go. When we both heard the door bang closed below us, Suzanne mumbled, "I bet she is accomplished at eating pussy."

I wondered and that very idea seemed attractive. Suzanne sounded wistful, like she had just missed her train.

Suzanne took a few minutes to put herself in order. I put my clothing back in place.

"Walk me to my car? Suzanne asked, which of course I did. God forbid someone rape her on the way to her car and ruin a perfectly nice evening.

At her car she kissed me. "That my friend, is what its like have sex with strangers."

I nodded. "Right, except, except that woman I fucked, she's my Economics professor."

Suzanne looked at me an grinned. "Think that will help or hurt your grade?" She slammed the door and drove away.

I went to my car, and drove home.

By Saturday I had both projects fully completed. I was fussing with it that afternoon. Annie called me about seven.

Her clipped British accent told me whom I was speaking with. "Sonny? Sid asked me if you have any solution for shielding Alissa from ending up shagged on her desk all the time? Any solution for the old in and out for Mrs. Honeywell?"

I still had little idea how to get where I was going. I had an idea but I did not want to discuss it till it firmed up. It began with Sonny's Harem. God, I did like the sound of that. The problem was how to sign up five or six American women to agree to be part of a Harem. For me, it would only work if it worked for them. I don't have the thorny disposition required to bend their will. I liked seduction, the passion and obsession that it engendered in a woman once it was successful. I wanted to seduce them into wanting it. But how?

"Sonny? Are you there?"

I had been thinking to myself and lost track of what I was supposed to be doing. I nodded. "Yeah, I'm here. Is there a clock on this?"

"I, no, not that I know of. Sid, he wants to know though and, and I have the feeling that there is someone wondering about it."

"Alissa?"

"Perhaps. I would be wondering if I was her. After all, Sid did tell her she would be blowing clients, signing contracts on her back, dipping their pen in her ink."

"Her honey pot?" I chortled. I got no response and realized that wasn't that funny. "Give me a little time. I'll figure something out."

She agreed but by Sunday afternoon, my time had run out. Annie called me again.

"Sonny, I, I have to ask you something."

I hear the twanging tension in her voice, British but taut. "Oh, hello, Mrs. Kingston. What can I do for you?" I dissembled, trying to distract her from the point of the call, which I took to be another inquiry about my plans to help Alissa. Suddenly I felt the pressure and my stomach knotted. Shit. I had nothing to worry about because this had nothing to do with that. Well, not directly but as it turned out, the two things fit together like tab A in slot B.

"Sonny, Mrs. Honeywell, Mrs. Wills, Mrs. Rossini, and Mrs. Clark are coming to my house tonight...if you will join them. They, they want to discuss something with you."

"Oh." I had a bad feeling but I am such a nervous Nelly sometimes. "Do I need to do research? Put together a project plan? List my action items?"

"This is serious, Sonny."

"I thought I was being serious." I shot back, the lie acrid on my tongue, on both counts.

"You are never serious." She responded.

I nodded. "Exactly, so what is the issue?"