Extending the MILF List Ch. 12

Ahmay sniffed. "Jewels and fudgepackers, Sonny, you smell like pussy. Gosh, you smell like burnt pussy."

"Burnt pussy?" I asked, driving and listening at the same time, which passes for multitasking for me.

"Pussy that has been done and done and done till it is over done."

I glanced over at her and her brilliant white teeth gleamed in the gloom. I grunted and muttered, "That sounds a lot like Lay Down."

She tittered and said of course that was Laydon talking. She fell silent and I drove us to Mrs. Honeywell's house. I realized I'd been smart getting Sammy over to play on the rail, it meant we'd be alone tonight.

It was nearly ten when we arrived at the Honeywell house. The porch light was on. We walked on the frozen sidewalk to the front door. I did not even ring the bell but walked in, since the light was on and, when I tried it, the door was unlocked.

Alissa was sitting at the table with a scotch in hand. She looked up at me, us. "Hey you two, I thought maybe you got lost...or distracted."

Ahmay took off her coat immediately and I was distracted. Jesus buckets, the dress was smaller than her skin. It was sheer simply because it could not cover everything she had to cover. The bra appeared clearly through the white fabric. Her black-brown skin shown through the white like black stars in a white sky. I could even see her briefs, bikini panties that showed clearly through the white with the black background.

"I said, Sonny, did you get your car?" Alissa spoke to me.

I swiveled my head around and nodded. "I did. Not a sports car, a sedan. A Chrysler 300."

Alissa nodded and sipped more of the scotch. "Sid asked today again and I had to stall but I didn't have to say I didn't know since Morrison called to verify you were who you were the other day."

"Do you know his sister?" I asked

"Ah hem." Ahmay said.

Oh shit, I thought. How could I just forget her? Then I realized I had barely acknowledged Alissa. I stepped over to her and bent to kiss her. Her plush lips touched mine but then she cringed away.

"Fuck a crock pot, Sonny, you smell like a mare at a stag party!"

"You mean a doe?"

She shook her head. "No, that might make sense. Just what the fuck have you been doing and is my son involved?"

I was stumped about how to answer so I dodged. "You're right. I need a shower. I, well, I was supposed to get one earlier but, well, things happened."

"Someone sat on your face?"

I thought a minute, cocking my head. "Now that you mention it, that was the one thing that didn't happen. If you don't mind...?"

Alissa waved a hand. "You know where the towels are."

I showered. Actually not very fast. I let the soothing hot water pelt around me for a long time. I was showering so much I was worried I was going to chafe and chap. I decided not to panic. In fact, I had a good excuse. My cock seemed absolutely insensate.

I walked out of the bath in nothing but a towel, felt the chill and thought better of it. I got one of Sam's robes, thinking of him and what I had promised him...and Melissa to make full disclosure. I could not see that particular city on the hill yet but I felt like this favor for Ahmay might help that, somehow.

I sauntered out to the kitchen, with my socks on to keep my feet warm. Deciding that being direct was the best solution, I walked over to Alissa and opened my robe, exposing my dozing cock to her.

"I need a little help here. How about a little tongue and lips?" I asked casually.

Alissa regarded my limp cock with half closed eyes. She looked over at Ahmay. "See. I told you. You think young guys will never run down but they do." She set down her drink and put her cold hand to my cock, which goddamn did not help my predicament at all. She lifted it with one hand and leaned into it. She kissed the end.

Nothing.

She licked the end and sucked on the little plush crown.

Still nothing.

Her fingers held me like she was learning chopsticks. She looked around at Ahmay. "Young guys...Sonny isn't typical. They go off like firecrackers the first few times and then they ride you raw for the next few times. Most of the time, you wish they'd lose interest before they do, just to keep your walk normal. Sonny, he doesn't pop off so quick, usually and he can be depended on to give a girl half a chance to have some of her own." She kissed the head of my cock again. "Despite present evidence to the contrary."

She sucked my whole rope into her mouth. She flipped it from side to side, seeking some reaction, a little starch, a bit of spine to my trouser worm.

Nothing.

I had promised myself I wouldn't panic in the shower when I realized how utterly worn down the little fellow was. Shit, shit, shit!

I glanced at Ahmay. I referred to my earlier rationalization. I needed to know that Ahmay could withstand cockups without referring me to Rodney for immediate execution. I was pleased that she was not obviously taking this lack of cockness personally. I had reassurances all prepared but realized if I used any of them, she might think I thought...I lost that train of thought and let it lapse.

Alissa was trying to suck my cock but had gotten no where. It remained obdurately resistant to the transforming powers of a good blowjob. Yes, I was embarrassed but I hid behind my rationalization. After a couple minutes of feeling Alissa's tongue flopping my limp dick around in her mouth without any noticeable response, I opted for plan B.

"How about a little taste?" I suggested finally.

Alissa let my dirty indifference dribble from between her lips. "What do you think I am doing, giving you a tattoo?"

"Ow. I don't even like to think about that."

"Why not? Scared?"

"Needles in my dick, hell yes, I'm scared. I have nothing to prove. The amount of pussy I have had in the last few months absolves me of ever needing to get a tattoo that proves anything. So there." I looked at Alissa. "No, dear, I meant maybe we should adjourn to the bedroom and I'd taste you for your pleasure and hers. That often tends to resurrect my laggard dick." It sounded true enough. I had hope.

Alissa, wearing her own bathrobe that indicated she was coiffed for bed and lickety split clean, rose out of the chair. She extended her hand. I realized that that glass of scotch was likely not her first. That's what I get for being nearly an hour late.

Indeed, she wobbled as she walked and I finally put an arm around her middle and escorted her back to the bedroom. She sat down heavily and flopped onto her back, her knees at the edge of the bed. She made no further movement.

I pushed her knees open. I felt Ahmay behind me. I also felt how awful things were going. Shit, shit, shit! I thought. Dick happy can end up dick stupid, it turns out. I hoped Alissa's orgasm would arouse me. I loved that feeling of eliciting a climax from a woman.

I adjusted Alissa on the bed and then kissed up her thighs. She did not respond. I touched her pussy with my tongue. She grunted a little, her body shifted around me like being in a cheap hotel during an earthquake. She was shaved bare. That made thinks easier, I hoped. I licked up and then down. I heard a deep moan issue from my woman. I felt the familiar stirring in my loins but the dick ignored them.

I licked her more, forgetting for the moment that Ahmay was auditing, or trying to forget that. I licked more.

Nothing.

No response from my cock, and Alissa remained resolutely dry. I finally pushed her pussy lips apart and probed for mainstreet. After a couple false starts, running my tongue firmly into deadends that were just folds in her pussy but not access to her inner sanctum, I found it and pushed my tongue into her. I wiggled around. Alissa did not move.

Shit, shit, shit! I thought. I was desperate.

I curled my tongue up, feeling for her g-spot. I stretched for it and goddamn if my tongue didn't get a cramp. Ever had those? It feels like you sprain something that runs all the way down into your chest. I pulled out of Alissa expecting some comment but what I heard as I sat back was the soft stutter of a sleeping woman's snore.

Oh shit.

I looked around at Ahmay.

She made it okay, at least a little. She put a finger to her lips and told me to be quiet. She went silently into the bath and got my clothes. I dressed in the living room and we left. In the car I turned to her and apologized. She just waved it off.

"It's actually good to see this. It's like watching a play's first dress rehearsal when nothing goes right. I have been a stage hand a couple times and it can be upsetting. You learn not to let those times rattle you. That's why you practice."

She reached out a hand and patted my leg. "That's why I wanted to practice, though I never thought my boyfriend would be too fucked out to eat me." She laughed a little. "Rodney always tells the girls, you know, when they complain about his propensity for fucking whoever is closest, he says that practice makes perfect and you know a man who has a lot of sex has something to offer. Honestly, that is one reason I chose you. I don't know many men who have had as much or possibly more sex than my brother but I think you might qualify. Now I understand something of the attraction for doing it with another virgin."

"A virgin might get the wrong hole." I said in my own defense, ineloquent as it was.

"More likely a virgin will last a gnat's sneeze. Alissa, Mrs. Honeywell was telling me about one of her boyfriends long ago. He never got into her but always came all over her. They tried three or four times but he never made it even to the start of the race much less the finish line. Messy."

My phone rang.

"Sonny. Alissa. My god, I am so sorry. I was up at four with Sid this morning and I have an early meeting. I'll be in all day though, if you want to come in...I don't know if you should bring Ahmay...you can if you like. I think you are entitled."

"I had wet noddle-itis myself, so well, we'll reschedule."

"Sorry, Sonny." Alissa sounded genuinely contrite.

I grunted. "I'll see you make it up to us." I said ominously.

"Oh Sonny, you always make a girl feel like everything will be okay. You're a smart man. Let me know when you want to try again. Tell Ahmay I am mortified that I went to sleep with your tongue in me. Too much scotch. Serves you right for being so late."

"Sleep well, Alissa." I muttered and pulled back out into traffic.

I looked over at Ahmay. God, I hated to leave that pussy on the shelf for any longer. I needed to get through this teasing and testing phase as quickly as possible.

"How about tomorrow? I think I am free after two. We could surprise her at her office."

"You'd have sex with her in her office?" Ahmay sounded surprised.

"I have have already. Several times." I shrugged. "It's sort of fun, knowing that you can be interrupted at any moment."

Ahmay shook her head. "Mrs. Honeywell always seemed to take things so seriously. I am surprised..."

"Well?" I pulled up behind Ahmay's car.

"Sure. Tomorrow. Where shall we meet?"

We made arrangements to connect up and drive together to Alissa's office. She leaned over and kissed me lightly on the lips. She took one of my hands and tucked it gently inside her coat, pressing it over her wondrous breast.

"I know I ask a lot, but could you please keep it in your pants long enough to do her tomorrow?" Her hand pressed my hand hard against her breast. She hissed through her teeth. Her eyes glinted in the streetlight night. "So you know I am not just fooling around, too, that I am serious about this, with you." She whispered and released my hand.

I grunted. My fucking cock was waking up for Christ's sake! The stupid fuck but who can blame him. The shallow little fuck sensed new pussy and that is always good for a rise out of him. Ahmay left in her car and I went into the house.

Dalia asked where Norma was, pointedly not mentioning her failure to keep Tawny occupied. I gave it no thought and did not address it myself, which I got the distinct impression flustered my middle sister. I did, however, get a glimpse of her pending impatience. I realized I needed to move things along or she would start taking her sidewise approach to getting what she wanted in her own way.

I went to bed.