Extending the MILF List Ch. 18

I bent over her and unbuttoned her white jeans.

"I thought white wasn't allowed until after Memorial Day." I muttered.

"I don't follow the rules."

"How much do you charge?" I asked, remembering her story, wondering as I unzipped her jeans if it was a real fantasy or just a contrivance to get me into her.

"How much am I worth?" She responded.

"Oh, I see. Let me get back to you on that. We'll treat this like an audition so don't get lazy."

She lifted her hips so I could tug the jeans off. They weren't cut right for her slender build and came off fine, like a boiled shrimp out of its shell when you squeeze just right. She wore a bright red thong that covered her pussy. She was hairless as the Sahara, so it was a bonnet and not a hairnet. I tucked a finger under the string of the thong and snapped it. She lay with her arms flung out beside her head. She leaned up and unhooked her bra with one hand and tossed it away.

"Your turn." She said with a slight nod.

"Sorry. I don't wear a bra."

She giggled then.

I felt the adversarial edge we'd begun with dull somewhat, but not the excitement. I stood up, my legs against her bare knees bent over the edge of the bed. I stared down at her. Her breasts sat up high and proud with little knots for nipples. Her belly was lean, almost indented so her hipbones showed like hitching posts to each side. Her legs were lean and spare but textured with rippling lines. My stare made her take a deep breath, filled with lust and anticipation.

"Let me see you." She whispered, her voice quavered. "My god, I want you." The amazement puffed around me like rich perfume and my heart hammered in my head.

I unbuttoned and unbuckled and shucked till I was naked. I considered tasting her but decided I wanted to be in her and immediately. I bent over her, looped an arm around her waist and carried her back onto the bed. She lay limp in my grasp with just her hands clasped behind my neck. I turned her to lie on the bed in the normal fashion, head on the pillows and put a knee between her thighs. She opened up, bending her knees to provide fine access.

I got between her legs and bent over her. I handled my own cock, directing it down into her. I pulled the red thong aside and brushed the pursed lips of her pussy, up and back with the spongy head.

"Sorry. I haven't touched you deeply yet. Are you ready for my little visitor."

In response, she hunched her ass up, catching my cock and nibbling at it with her pussy. She dropped back to the bed. I felt a slight chill on the end of my cock. She was plenty wet. I yanked at the scarlet line around her lithe waist. She gasped as it gave way and I pulled the timid swath of cloth from between her legs. I touched the head of my cock to her entrance, sifting through the plural lips until I found the way into her. Her legs bent up beside me, butterflied wide. I pushed my cock into her pussy. It sank down, deep inside of her. Her body seized me like a limo in a traffic jam.

Her pussy kneaded me, like good stiff dough around my cock, resisting but clasping tight as I dipped deep into her wishing well. She shifted a little and her hips jerked under me.

"Oh god." She whispered. "Oh god, yes."

Not too original, I thought, but this encounter surely wasn't being graded on conversational skill. Her knees gripped me, somehow communicating her desire to be cock full. I released myself and fell between her legs, penetrating her, pinning her to the bed. Lying between her splayed legs, I felt how slender she was. Her muffin tits disappeared as she preened and stretched under me. Her hands left my neck and she stretched under me, preening more with the penetration that inundated her with the sensual pleasure she clearly desired. A shudder went through her spare frame and I dropped the last inch into her dewy heaven. She bucked once, then lifted both legs and wrapped them around my waist.

"This was awfully easy." I muttered. "Is this a habit with you?" I knew I was playing with fire but hoped that being inside her was a bridge too far and she wouldn't be put off.

"Easy? You think this was easy?"

I lifted my hips and drove my cock into her again. She moaned and I grunted.

"I didn't feel any strain. Of course, I can get a woman into bed easily enough. I just meant that you seemed ready to hit the sheets this morning. I felt what you were thinking." I was trying to goad her into something but didn't know what. Her hips slammed up at me, grinding us together. Her pussy was lush and welcoming, swirling around me like a whirlpool. She fairly sloshed. I accepted the liquid compliment with grace.

Carol Lynn was panting. There was an urgency in her breath, puffing up at me as I leaned over her. I held still and her eyes opened.

"What?" She whispered, her tone tinged with razzled confusion.

I slipped an arm down between her leg and me and opened the clamp of her body. She arched her head back, trying to look down at me from under me, that just exposed her neck. Her legs came free. I felt her release me. I withdrew from her dewy depths and let her flop down onto the bed, open and sighing fast, little almost gasps that created an airy percussion about us, like sweeps on a snare drum.

"What? What's wrong?" Carol Lynn whispered.

"I want you." I muttered. "I want you to feel something. I want you to feel it under your skin and in your bones and wriggling behind your eyes."

"What? What is wrong with you?"

"You lost the love of your life." I muttered softly. I bent down and kissed her suddenly cool lips. "What's left?" I meant it as a rhetorical flourish but she answered, an indication of the depths to which I'd touched her, and no, I don't mean with my big long cock. She thought she'd laid down and destroyed my defenses and she could just dance into the middle of my world and use me like a proctologist's plastic glove. She was a beautiful, experienced, confident woman who still thought that opening her legs was the key to everything. I was going to disabuse her of that. I had a curious vision. A vision of her collared and mounted on me, riding to heaven on Sonny's cock. I shivered.

"Mrs. Northcutt, don't tell me that this isn't what it is. I know about you, how you fuck Borland's assistants. How you are always using them to...to...to what? Ingratiate yourself with him again, or is this just sexual revenge, giving to them what he no longer wants?"

Her eyes jerked to the right like a tennis pro facing match point against her would look to her coach.

I bent over her and kissed first one nipple then the other. I moved up and hovered over her face. Her eyes twitched back and forth from eye to eye or cheek to cheek, they were not still, they had the nervous energy of a short man facing down a tall man without success.

"Mrs. Northcutt, I want to give you your dearest desire. I want you to confess to me what you want the most and I'll try to get it for you. In return..."

She interrupted me, anticipating my next sentence.

"What do you want from me?"

When my two words validated her question and mocked her impatience, her eyes slid away from me, pulling her head to the side so that she lay naked under me facing the door to the bedroom. She focused on the exit and longed to use it.

I sat back between her open legs. She had a minimalist beauty but in her present state she seemed utterly deflated, like her spirit had flown and left her an empty husk that needed filling. Yet I demurred from filling her.

I lifted her legs over my shoulder and pulled her ass onto the tips of my knees. Her head eased around to look at me. I deliberately and slowly bent my cock down and pointed it at the entrance to her body. She peered down her body at us, trembling with anticipation of the conjunction we'd form. With only one hand I pulled at her hip, she had to arch her body to move up the slope of my thighs. She gasped when the tip of my cock reconnected to the sizzling lips of her pussy. She gaped and strained to envelop me.

"What, what do you want?"

"I want to sell you for sex. Trade you for another woman." I whispered. "But is that what you want?"

Her eyes bulged for a moment and then she turned away again, but not until she leveraged her weight onto her shoulder blades and pushed herself further onto my cock. I groaned. She hissed, like she'd sprung a leak. I gripped her by the thighs and rose up so her body swung against me, mounting her gently onto my bent cock, a sexual flourish that left her stranded, only her shoulders and head on the bed with her knees on my shoulders. I rose up, lifting her. My cock swiveled around inside her, touching untouched nooks in her nooky and long unused crannies in her pussy. She groaned.

I released her. She gasped as she fell away, dropping to the bed and her ass slid down my knees. I pushed her legs open and moved down between them until I was face to face with her unseeing eye. I licked her furrow. Carol Lynn moaned.

"Jesus fuck a duck, what do you want of me?"

I lifted my face from between her legs and looked up over the plain of her belly past the twin hillocks of her gentle breasts. I made a show of licking up and then down her pussy, and then did it again and again till I saw it, the flutter in her eyelids and the guttural swallow that sounded like great a lock snicking into place.

"I want to give you your greatest fantasy. Is, is it really being purchased? Having your body sold to the highest bidder or being handed off to a stranger who takes you to his room and fucks you? Is that really you? Your deepest desire?"

In the hesitant pause, I felt her consciousness swirling the thought around like she had a pearl in her mouth and couldn't decide whether to swallow it or spit it out. Her eyes closed but when they opened, she rose up and planted her elbows behind her.

"Yes." She said. "It may not be my greatest desire but, I god, I see men that attract me and I imagine sidling up to them and offering to fuck them for a hundred bucks. I dream of their eyes when I do that and then their excitement when they see my body, their gasping amazement when they enter me and feel how I hold them inside. I want to feel that astonished desire again, the delighted surprise. I lost that with Borland and I lost him because of it. Now all I have left are my children."

Her head turned to the side again. She wasn't done speaking though.

"I want more. I keep seeing Borland because I have a reason to justify seducing them. At first it was the young women and then he figured that out and changed to male assistants. He did me a favor. Women aren't my thing, not really...oh, I'll come if she has talent and intent. I'll even go down on her if she tastes good but, god, how can I manage to come when all I think about is Borland with Suzanne and what they are doing, now that he is free of me? I am so jealous but I refuse to do what he does. I know it is sick but I wanted that back. I didn't just want him back, I wanted him to want me again, but more, to want me as he wants her. I know that is impossible."

She paused. Her lean chest rose and fell and her molded breasts did not quiver an inch.

"He tried to get me to...to let him use me like he uses Suzanne, I mean to help him settle a business deal. I refused. I was so incensed, so angry I cut him off and that was the beginning of the end. I treated him with such contempt and anger and it got worse when it happened. I began to dream of being handed off to some Eastern European brute who used me like a condom and discarded me. I woke panting and I hated the idea that this was what I wanted, that I wanted Borland to use me as the cherry on top of his dealings just like he'd offered to...but really, when he figured that game out, it was long after he left me and had Suzanne on her back for him."

"She has affairs." I said idly, listening but hearing the tortured anguish in the woman's voice.

"I know. And Borland seems more enamored with her than ever. To think that I could have had that! I could have been his whore and he'd have loved me once again, perhaps more than ever...I just go all sick inside, like I am standing on a sinking ship watching the last life boat stroke away into the fog because I took time to pee like a lady in the toilet rather than pissing my drawers on the life boat."

Her face turned back to me.

"Now, I know I can't have him back or even that and then you offer to sell me for sex. Who are you?"

"I'm Sonny Duncan." I said.

"We've met." She said sardonically.

I waited. When she spoke she did so from a deep, dark distance.

"Why would you want to help me?" She asked.

Interesting turn of the phrase, "help me". I considered it like I was sniffing an orchid for its delicate aroma.

"Ownership. I want to own you."

"Own me?" The phrase clashed with her sensibilities right there in her tone. "Own me?"

I nodded. I heard the umbrage and didn't move because it seemed like I'd scare her away if I did.

"If I am going to sell you, I have to own you first, don't I?"

"Oh, Jesus." She breathed.

I love how logical ideas can seem so surprising. It's like running down what is obviously a pier and being surprised when you come to the end of it and dart over the end into the drink, splashing into the ocean like it is utterly inconsistent with expectations. It's not. It only surprises you when you mistake a pier for a bridge. Discovering what our lust leads to can shock and surprise us. It shouldn't be but how often is it just that, a fucking surprise?

She sat up again, propping her lean body up on her elbows again.

"What do I get out of this?"

"You mean besides your fantasy? Besides getting fucked by interesting men of my choosing?"

"Ownership usually means some exchange of value. What are you throwing into the pot?"

Interesting. I pondered that for a moment, letting the cogitation click around in my brain for a few moments.

"Okay. I bet owning you against you owning me, that I can go bring up a woman, fuck her while you watch and then fuck you while she watches."

"What do I have to do?"

"Enjoy?" I made it a question, to see if she'd agree she'd enjoy it.

She blinked a few times and then flopped back down onto the bed. I returned to her pussy, licking at it with little flicks of my tongue. I found a spot she'd missed with the razor. It reminded me of the fabled but very real g-spot, rough and pebbly on my tongue. I decided I needed to do a direct comparison so I went looking for her g-spot, just to see if I had the comparison right. She grunted when I found it and then tensed while I gathered my data. She relaxed when I withdrew my tongue from inside her and went searching for the little patch of pebbly bristles she'd missed last time she shaved or waxed or whatever. I needed more data and went back into her dripping cavern.

Before I was done, Carol Lynn came, punching my face with her pussy while she crooned and gargled her pleasure. The vibrations in her body shimmered against my cheek bones, making them sing with the contact with those little hollows in her thighs above the two tendons that appear when her lean legs go wide and inviting. Oddly, she came again when I found the briar patch. It might have been my finger twiddling her little knob though, fine tuning her channel.

I dove back into her frothy pussy. She writhed around my tongue, her whole body alive with sensations. I felt her excitement, but also the taut guy wire of her pending decision, like she couldn't avoid it as it ran through all the plush parts of her bubbling pleasure. This time when I left her inner sanctum, I went right to her clit, gently twiddling it again but with my tongue this time. Her little man was standing up and when I touched it, she gasped and choked around the gurgling orgasm, filial twins of the same genetic pleasure. When I sucked at it, she grunted and her ass whammed her pussy against my chin. I understood why some men have goatees.

I lifted off her pussy getting to my knees. My cock was hard as sailing blind and I wanted to penetrate this woman and ride her off into the sunset. I tamed the inclination.

"So?" I mumbled. "Is it a deal?"

For a while the naked blonde just lay there panting, her chest dilating and closing down with rapid little motions that left no room for words. I waited. After a minute or two, she calmed and opened her eyes. She lay with her legs arched beside me, her arms flung to the sides, hands up beside her blonde head. I wanted to mark her neck in the worst way. I think, after all this time and with all my various experiences, hickey's might be my fetish, second to women, I mean. I like naked women, spread out like an intercourse meal waiting to be devoured, consumed by the passion we both feel.

Her eyes fluttered open.

"What would I do with you, if I win, I mean?"

I shrugged.

"Sounds like you are asking me to augment your imagination with mine." I said softly, pensively. She noticed the disinterest.

"What is your private passion, the one that no one knows about?"

I grunted.

"Shit. I'm an open book." Then I had an idea. I looked away. The idea and the implicit lie with it was genius, if I do say so myself.

"What? I told you about me. You have to tell me about you now."

"You really want to fuck strangers? For money? Is it the little bit of strange or the money that turns you on?" She'd explained herself and I was just testing to see if it was rhetoric or passion.

She smiled sweetly. "Don't change the subject and think you can avoid the question. I don't know and I'd like to find out." She sat up and scooted back to sit naked against the headboard. "So? Give. What?"

I feel the blush in my face, the hot boiling blood turning my skin scarlet. I was about to tell a humongous lie. Well, not really. I felt my rationalization gland kick in with the same force that adrenaline affects the body.

Carol Lynn got to her knees in front of me. Nipples and eyes both fixed attentively on me. God I wanted to fuck her right then. It made me dizzy, mixed up with my little deception I was about to double in scope. I grinned. I hid it with a hand.

"Come on. If we are betting sex, you have to tell the truth." She cajoled. After a slender instant, she noticed her own interest and covered it with a strained casualness.

I nodded.

"Okay but, but..." She didn't let me finish, the interest full in her again.

"No. No buts. Just tell me what you want."

"I always wanted to share a woman with her son." I said softly. The true lie was tangy on my tongue, like too much of a rare and unfamiliar spice and I couldn't decide if I liked it or not.

Carol Lynn gasped, even putting her hands over her cheeks.

"Oh my god! Borland told you about Jason?"

I nodded.

"He's worried that you are coddling him. Worried that you aren't allowing him to be responsible by taking responsibility. Mr. Northcutt is genuinely worried but how is he to discuss it with either you or him. It's a man's perspective and neither of you want to hear what he has to say, even if he's right."

"And what? You want to share me with my own son?" Carol Lynn Northcutt was aghast. "Oh my god, you are...you are..."

"Not going to lose." I whispered. "Don't worry. You'll never need to face that possibility, or consider how to give me my greatest pleasure. It think it'd be unbelievable to hand you over to him, or him to you, whichever." I grinned because I couldn't help it. Carol Lynn stared at me. "I am going to shower and go collect some strange for us and then you'll be mine." I hesitated and set to close the deal. I felt like a car salesman in a plaid blazer. God I wanted her and I had stacked the deck; I was going to have her. My brain clicked its tongue at me, forcing me to notice just how many women I had tethered to my may pole. I growled. There is no such thing as too much pussy! The thought boomed in my head like a cannon in a canyon.