Sharing the MILF List Ch. 15: Conclusion

I got hard again. The idea of seeing her nude appealed to me in a cocky sort of way. I turned my attention back to eating. Kyla began hurrying us along the closer it got to four o'clock. I think she had a time in mind and that was it. Time for what, we all knew.

By three we were done eating. We just sat around jazzing and cutting up, torturing the staff and generally being obnoxious in a harmless sort of way. Sammy flirted with the waitresses shamefully. I watched Landon and Darlene for signs of a fracture but all I saw was nerves and took that in the best sense, anticipation. Finally Kyla succeeded in getting us all moving and we crammed into the elevator and went up to the suite.

We found it coiffed and spiffy, ready for a new round of abuse. We filed in and the guys flopped into chairs. I had stopped eating nearly two hours before so I was much more comfortable than I had been. Alissa, who had been apart from me downstairs, drifted to the armchair where I sat and perched on the arm. I sneaked my arm around her, resting my hand on her crossed thighs. They were firm and sensuous in her cream pants suit. She took my hand in hers, pressing my palm against the voluptuous curve of her thigh. She turned and looked down on me. She smiled but it was a misty smile, filled with something I could not fathom and dared not name. I did not want it to be regret but that is what I feared I saw. Her words put me at ease on that score.

She leaned over me, pressing one breast tight into my cheek. "Sonny, I have never had a night like last night. My god, I got no sleep. When I did, all I dreamed about was a man between my knees filling me full of cock."

"I hope it was me at least some of the time."

She shook her head. "Not even once. But it seemed to me I woke up with you planted in my pussy plenty of times. God, I think I am still oozing cum."

My arm tightened around her waist, fingers pressed in her hip. I hollered at Kyla and she came over to me. "Kyla dear, do you know if your dear daughter there has eaten pussy yet?"

Kyla's face flickered through a half dozen emotions several that had the effect of pinking her face. Her mouth opened, closed, she licked her lips, and finally, she closed and opened her eyes once. She shook her head.

"I think," I began, "no, I know Mrs. Honeywell would be willing to let the young woman practice on her."

Kyla nodded hard once. She said in a breathy voice, "while we watch, you mean."

I returned her nod, "Yes, while we watch. Why don't you go get some pillows and I will unwrap Mrs. Honeywell here. Since she is going to serve, she should be nude sooner than later."

Kyla hesitated, "What about, er, uh, her?"

"Darlene? I think it would be interesting for her to eat pussy clothed, don't you? Just the contrast would be interesting. Besides, naked she is going to attract cock."

"So she learns to eat pussy. What about being eaten?"

I knew what that question meant. I smiled at the woman. "I think you should do that after we have all fucked her. A taste of man, ode d'fuck, creme de cum, the tang of cock on your tongue when you stick it into her. Run along, get the pillows."

Kyla did.

Alissa leaned into me again, pressing her breast against my ear, intentionally I was sure. "My lord, Sonny, when you talk about me like that, when I am sitting right here, about how you will use me ... I am wet! For the first time I think I understand Mrs. Wills and why she agreed to serve. My god, there is something about having a man take you for granted like that. I like the whole idea of having you all ..."

I touched a finger to her full lips, "You get nothing, my dear other than a little practice from Darlene." I spoke into the calm silence of the room loud enough for everyone to hear. The lassitude of the room was luxurious and thick with erotic anticipation. It fairly emanated from Darlene.

Kyla returned with pillows and the room went silent. Darlene, who had been absent the day before when the pillows were used on the coffee table looked puzzled. The rest of us breathed shallow with tight anticipation, like lions spying a staked goat for the first time. Darlene shuddered, knowing deep inside the silence concerned her. Kyla arranged the pillows similar to the day before, but lengthwise on the table.

I pushed out of the chair and helped Alissa stand. Her hand trembled in mine. This professional, sexual, intelligent, sensual, capable woman was chewing her lower lip as I led her by the hand to stand before the coffee table. She stood there. Her dark hands were pressed palms down against her own thighs. It was an unnatural pose.

For a moment it felt like I would make some announcement but I could think of nothing to say. Alissa told me later that she thought my silence was eloquent and honestly, I still do not know if she was being sarcastic or silly or what.

I turned to her. She wore the pants suit and had I my druthers, I would have preferred something different but I shrugged and set to unwrapping her. It was Christmas and to tell you the truth I was not sure if I would have preferred to be the giver or the gift in her place. I took off her jacket. Alissa had a red bra on underneath, which, once the jacket was gone, blazed like a flame against her darkness through the white blouse. Kyla sidled over and took it from my hand and quickly hung it up in the closet. I selected a button on her blouse, just below the arch of her breasts over her belly. Then the one below it. Her dark stomach appeared, a splash of black against the cream blouse. I unbuttoned the top button and the next down.

Alissa shuddered, closing her eyes, chewing her lower lips.

I pulled at the bottom of the blouse untucking it from her slacks. The tails dangled down, draping her wide hips with similar shades but providing a contrast between the pale fabric and her bared skin. Two buttons remained, one at the crest of her breasts and another above. I undid the top. Her cleavage appeared. When my fingers brushed her skin, she gasped, opening her eyes to look me in the eyes. I unbottoned the last button and the blouse blossomed open, parting and revealing her red bra.

I removed her blouse. Alissa shivered, held in sway by my gaze and my lightly caressing hands. My cock resumed its state of erection.

When I skimmed the blouse off her shoulders and down her arms, she gasped. Someone else hissed as well, whom I suspected was Darlene. I glanced at the girl. The reality of her situation was sinking in but then I thought that was a stupid concept. Last night she had watched Mr. Cheng and I and there was no confusion. But this time, what she watched she had the virtually sure idea would include her participation in some way. Surely that was different.

"Pay attention, Darlene. You are going to eat this woman till she screams. Practice makes perfect." I said.

Alissa gulped ostentatiously.

When I reached around Alissa to unhook her bra with both hands, she placed her hands lightly on each shoulder and held still. Her forearms fit onto my upper arms. I fiddled with the bra strap. I think my hands were shaking; I could not concentrate because the black woman was aroused and so very close. Her breath ruffled my hair and tickled my ear. I could not help it, I kissed the slope of her breast while I fingered the catch of her bra strap. When I found it, I breathed and heard Alissa release her breath as well. I moved back, pulling the bra off of her breasts. The new bruises from last night appeared as dark scrawls across her skin, the passionate graffiti that qualified her for this moment. I gently removed the bra from her breasts, folding it down over them till her nipples appeared, hard and erect.

She heaved a big breath that made her breasts shake. I untangled the bra from her hands and handed it to Kyla. I bent, kissed one breast passionately then moved to the other. Alissa's hands drifted on my shoulders, tracing my movements but not guiding or controlling, just resting on me with utterly compliance to my wishes.

Having kissed both breasts, I straightened, pulled her in to a tight embrace, kissing her on the lips. She shivered at first as her bare breasts were crushed against my starched, new shirt. As the kiss progressed, I felt her body relax and then her hips bumped against me. I broke the kiss. Her eyes glistened with desire.

"Thank you." She whispered. Everyone likely heard but no one understood. She was calm now, her body singing with arousal but past the point that the need threatened to unravel her reason. I knelt before her and stood tall on my knees, my eyes about even with her navel. Her hands dangled beside her broad hips. I could look up at her breasts and they were beautiful, full and shimmering with her arousal. The vantage point was sensuous and erotic.

I had a moment, reflecting that Darlene was shaped much like Alissa but a pale white version; and younger. I doubted she could be more passionate, however. Alissa grunted as my hands released the catch on the front of cream colored slacks and unzipped the long, tall fly. She wore full panties. I let the slacks waffle around her hips, bending forward to kiss her body just above her pussy, through the gauze of her red panties. Her hands reached for my head, her finger tips grazing my temples as I withdrew. She moaned just a little, fighting for breath, breathing through her mouth, panting.

I pushed the slacks off the slope of her hips and they dropped, sliding down the bulge of her thighs and then pooling around her knees. She shifted her legs apart and the slacks dropped away to the floor. I tucked two fingers into the waist of her full panties and pulled them down, forcing them wide to uncover her hips and then down to her knees. I left them around her knees. I turned my attention to her pussy, knowing she was wet, I traced her evident pussy lips with a finger, then went deeper, seeking the entrance to her body. She was oozing.

Alissa gasped, shuddered and swayed over me. One hand found my shoulder, steadying herself. I pushed my finger deeper and she gasped. Loudly.

"Oh god." Darlene said.

I pulled out my finger. It glistened. I knew not all of that was of Alissa's own manufacture.

"My god, she is so wet. So excited." Darlene said, her voice hushed as though with reverence.

I turned to Darlene. "Sammy and I fucked her all night last night, one after the other. She is full to the brim with cum. She'll be dripping wet for weeks. You will taste us both in her. With your tongue inside of her, you will feel and taste our cum."

Alissa groaned and shivered at the thought. Darlene's eyes got big as saucers. Reality approached.

I removed Alissa's shoes, removed the slacks, one leg at a time and then her panties. She stood before me utterly nude. I put the shoes back on each foot, caressing her legs as I did so. The white high heels fairly glistened on her feet, the white end of her ebony body, blending with the white carpet. God the velvet feel of her skin made the sensation thrilling and intimidating. I bent before her and kissed the inside of each thigh. Her compliant silence multiplied the erotic nature of the moment. I got to my feet. "Alissa." I said, plenty loud enough for everyone to hear. Everyone was utterly silent. "Tell us what you want."

She did not hesitate. "I want your cock inside of me."

I nodded, surprised. I thought she would follow the implications of my conversation with Kyla. Her sexual being had taken over and she was concentrating only on one thing and that was apparently cock. "Bend over, on the table." I said.

She did. She adjusted her stance, bent her knees and arched her back in such a way what her hips flared and her pussy appeared. She balanced on her hands over the end of the coffee table.

I moved close behind her, unbuckled my trousers, bared my cock and entered her. I thrust hard into her and shoved deep. She grunted, then groaned from deep inside her chest. She shivered and then she pushed back, pressing the plush arches of her ass against me. I took firm hold of her waist and held her still, though I could feel her wanting us to move. "What do you want now?" My voice was subtly harder.

She understood, finally. She lifted her head, twisting to look at where Darlene sat, tucked into the other arm chair, squeezed in beside Landon's legs. "I want her to eat me." Alissa said, her voice thick with arousal. "I want Darlene's mouth on my cunt. I want her tongue inside of me, her hands on my ass while I cum." Her voice was thick with passion.

I pulled out of her body. She moaned as her body emptied of the erotic stake pinning her to her passion. I slowly tucked my cock away and pulled up my pants. "Who? Who do you want to eat you?" I teased.

"Her. The girl. Ah, ah, Darlene. Darlene Emerson." Alissa's mind struggle through the erotic cloud that surrounded her.

I nodded. "Lie down." I looked over at Darlene and her eyes were saucer large. I waved a hand at the nude black woman. "She comes, then it is your turn." I mumbled. "Come over here."

Darlene glanced at Landon and then, in a very telling gesture, ran her hand ostentatiously over his bulging crotch. He groaned and closed his eyes. Darlene stood up, walked over to me and stood facing me, her breasts about two inches away from my chest. She was a little shorter than I but not much.

"I want to fuck you." I said softly.

Darlene wore a rust brown shroud, a dress of folds and ruffles that looped over both shoulders and gathered in the back, attached to a ring along with two swathes that held the lower skirt. The skirt was long and frilly, covering her knees. I slowly lifted the front of her dress. She had panties on.

"If you take the panties off, after she comes, I will fuck you." This was the last gate, the last turn off, the last exit from the path she was on.

She glance back at Landon, who watched her with fierce, intense eyes. Honestly, I don't know what I would have done if I was him but then I had never fallen for a hooker who loved her work, either. She looked back at me and with a slight nod, moved away from me, reached under the dress and pulled her bikinis down her legs.

"Oh shit." Sammy said. "Dude, are you sure you want to do this?"

I knew he was talking to Landon but I answered anyway. "I am very, very sure." I said.

Darlene was done uncovering her pussy. She straighted and dangled the black and white speckled panties between us. I took them off her finger and handed them slowly to Kyla.

"I meant Landon." Sammy said finally.

Brent spoke up then. "Dude, Landon, are you sure? Fucking your mom is one thing, fucking your girl, that is entirely different. Are you sure?"

Landon cleared his throat. "She wants it. Ask her. See what she says." His voices quavered.

I regarded Darlene. Her eyes were steady on me.

"Well?" I said.

"Well, what?" She returned, she almost smiled. Her voice was strong, almost mocking.

"Smart ass." I thought but I only said, "Do you want this? Tell us what you want."

"Oh. That." Her voice was as saucy as Alissa's cunt. "I want to fuck all of you. I want to have a cock in my ass, a cock in my mouth while I ride big Brent over there. Jesus, I have never had a cock that size before. Just thinking about it makes me water the garden." She snickered then. "I can't help it." She looked down, suddenly self-conscious.

Curious, I lifted her skirt and sure enough, a glinting line had appeared on the inside of her left leg. It gleamed all the way to her knees, like a racing stripe of silver.

I fancied I could smell her. I couldn't but it was a keen fantasy. "Eat her, make her come and I'll fuck you." I said. I almost volunteered someone else but fuck that! I wanted to slip inside this girl.

"Kiss me." She said.

"No. After you make her come. Maybe." I thought she was stalling and I was right.

Her face crumpled a little and she colored. Her full lips smiled but it was nerves, nothing else

"I, I have never done, done, that, to a woman. Before."

"Make her come, or Kyla will. You know she can. Then you'll be watching. Again."

Her eyes flashed. "Fuck that."

In that moment I knew something about her, her delight in sexual competition and I glimpsed something about her will and desire to be that girl, the hooker.

She turned and looked where Alissa lay on the coffee table. This time, Alissa had lain along the length of it. Her feet were on the floor, her knees open, both arms formed arches on either side of her head, gripping the end of the table.

She looked at Darlene, opening her eyes wide to speak. "I want your mouth on me. Do, do it like you would want it done to you. That's the go down golden rule. It, it is easy." Her voice was rough, raw, demanding and pleading at once. "Imagine, imagine it is me, imagine what you would want me to do." Alissa lifted he head. Her eyes found Kyla. "Or, or her. Imagine her mouth on you. Do, do that to me."

Darlene nodded, got to her knees before Alissa's legs and lay her very white hands on Alissa's dark knees. The contrast was nearly blinding. She, or Alissa, opened them, creating a clear path to the black woman's pussy.

"Christ, hurry this along!" Landon said. Then he said something that was unutterably surprising. "I want to see you fuck her."

Darlene did. She fairly dove in. With her mouth open, she put it over Alissa's gaping pussy and sucked hard. The sucking sound was loud, too loud. Then the girl backed away, licking her lips and sticking out her tongue.

"Like me, like you like." Alissa panted, blathering, her face had the pained expression of sexual concentration on it. Her arms bent beside her head, holding onto the end of the table with both hands, framing her face.

Darlene ducked down again and Alissa groaned grunting with obvious pleasure.

"Yes, yes, like, uh, like, uh, that!" Alissa managed before her body reacted and twitched. The whole day had been foreplay and the night had stimulated her. Her hips arched, lifting Darlene who was unprepared and lost her place between the woman's legs. Alissa's hips dropped back to the table. It rattled a bit.

"Oh fuck me." Chris hissed.

"Ok." Kyla chirped but we all ignored her.

Darlene found inspiration and began to lick and suck Alissa's pussy. She looped one arm around the black thigh and used that hand to tweak Alissa. Alissa jerked the first few times Darlene's finger rubbed her sensitive little nubbin. Finally, her body reacted and arched. She had little leverage so she scrunched down the table till her head dangled off the end but so her feet could perch on the opposite edge, very wide. She lowered her arms to the edges and fastened her hands to it, waiting. Her eyes closed and she moaned as her body surged.

To Darlene's credit, she pursued the pussy wherever it went, learning from the earlier motion how to keep contact. She made a spear of her tongue and thrust it deep into Alissa. The black woman cried out, she kicked off her shoes. Her toes gripped the edge of the table and her body bucked. Her breasts wavered, like topiary buffeted by a strong wind. She shook and Darlene continued to lick and suck. Alissa gasped and her torso twisted but her hips did not move a bit in Darlene's grasp. After a minute of writhing, Alissa began to gasp and pant and then she stopped it all, seizing as the first wave of a titanic orgasm crashed into her. It had been pending since she woke from her dreams of strange men between her legs. She shook, she surged, she arched, and tensed her body. Through it all, Darlene continued to eat her. Finally, Alissa, gasping for breath, her body bucking, pushed Darlene away with her hands. Her feet lost their purchase on the table and she sprawled on the pillows, her knees sagging open like a broken door on one hinge.