Extending the MILF List Ch. 07

Anne pushed my cock deeper, taking me into her throat. She snorted once and I felt her neck constrict before she swallowed hard, pulling air through her nose, nestled in my pubic hair. All at once she expelled me, coughed and then sneezed hard. She giggled. "Your hair tickled my nose!" She said.

I gently pressed her back onto the couch. She lay back, opening her legs, decorated with garters and stockings. I got between them. She grasped my cock carefully in both hands. I knelt on the couch and found the middle too soft. It would have broken my back had I tried to lay properly between her legs.

"How about on the floor?" I asked.

She nodded emphatically, which I took for both approval of my idea and eagerness to couple again with me.

I found blankets and then remembered the sleeping bags. I made a very nice place on the floor before the fire. I knelt beside the couch and kissed her near breast. She shuddered.

"I feel so like a woman." She whispered. "Kiss them. I, perhaps I can come the first time with your lips there."

I tried. I kissed from slope to slope, teasing around each nipple before sucking lightly on it, licking it with the flat of my tongue and then marking each breast on the underside with a light bruise. She panted as I marked her, one hand knotted in my hair and the other gripping my neck, following and once directing me back to an unfinished sensation. When she pulled me up to kiss me, she was panting, her body rose up and she coated me.

I dragged her off the couch, kissing her the whole time, till I had her under me on the thick pad I had built on the floor. I like my comfort and like caring for the comfort of the woman I am with. I thought I would tease her and toy with her body more but suddenly need struck me in the chest and I felt it like a knot behind my sternum, the need to penetrate her, to fill her with cock and cum.

I moved between her legs. They parted like two loaves of bread baked in the same pan and pulled apart, hot, steaming and luscious. The corset underneath her breasts shimmered in the firelight. I lay on her, pushing my cock between the lily softness of her belly and the firm rough corset. She stretched out her arms over her head in surrender. She lay, legs arched up but wide as I lay over her, my cock trapped between her body and mine.

"In me." She whispered. "I want to feel you slide into me. What, what we did this afternoon, with the woman watching, I am so ready to feel you, to have you once more in me, I cannot stand it any longer. Oh god, you must shag me!"

I lifted off her and found my cock with one hand. It touched her pussy and I released it to touch her with my finger. Her pussy flowered between her legs. I ran a finger lightly up and down her cleft. She groaned, turning her head, exposing her neck to me, inviting me to mark her there, or that was my thought at least, perhaps a perfect projection. I plunged my finger into her body and found her bubbling with desire, smooth and slick and ready. I moved the head of my cock to her entrance and stopped, letting the desire pulse between us. Hers emanated from her body, roiling up around me like steam, clinging to me and drawing me down.

She lay, supine and waiting, panting. I kept my cock poised at her entrance, looking at her dark eyes, trying to see her watching me. Finally I pushed into her. Her body arched and her eyes clinched closed. Her chin rose, rocking her head back so that more of her neck appeared. The splash of black hair blended with the darkness giving her an ethereal look as I sank slowly into her vibrating body. Her lust shimmered around us, like an aura of desire. Her legs lifted immediately and her heels hooked around my ass. I descended into her, ever so slowly, savoring her, savoring the slick desire of her body and the living lust that pulled me ever deeper into her.

"Oh god, yes!" She exclaimed as I penetrated her, pressing into her till I had rooted my cock fully in her pussy. She wrapped her legs around me and her hips ground up at me, stirring her liquid body with my cock. She continued to arch under me, pressing up at me as best she could, planting me in her pussy firmly and completely. She groaned. I bent and kissed the smooth side of her neck and then fastened my lips to it and sucked hard just above her collar, still in place around her august neck.

Anne gasped and jerked. "Oh yes, I am yours. Mark me!" She sighed. Her legs pulled at me, trying to make our conjunction more complete. That was not possible. I blew in her ear and she giggled, turning her head to kiss me on the cheek.

It was a curiously tender moment. My cock buried deeply inside of her and she kissed me on the cheek, her lips hot, her breath hotter. I shifted to meet her lips with mine and she groaned as they sealed together. I lay down onto her, propped up on my elbows but soon I lost myself in the feeling of her tongue writhing with mine, her lips speaking a wordless demand while her pussy pulsated and constricted around my cock.

We ended the kiss.

"Shag me, oh shag me, Sonny," she crooned softly. "I, I feel like a lover, your lover for the first time in my life. I, I never thought I would feel this, this completeness with a man buried inside of me. But I do. Make me come. Make me scream. Shag me, shag me hard!"

Her demand left me breathless with determination and I did as she directed. I lifted my hips till my cock barely touched her body and then slammed down into her. Anne screamed. I felt a gout of liquid between us and she grunted and her hips pumped up at me. I pulled back again, her pussy rasped along the length of my cock. I hammered into her again and like that, I launched into a constant pounding, ramming her full of cock over and over again. Minutes later she bucked under me, her head wagging back and forth, hissing as the pleasure consumed her.

She shook for a few moments, surrendering completely, and then her legs clinched harder. I lay down on her, reaching my hands down to her ass and clasping it hard. I fucked her. No, I shagged her. Up and down, up and down, I ground her against the unyielding floor. I realized the advantages of the floor and suddenly thought of D. Debra. A twinge zinged through me and I lifted my head and kissed the woman I was with, the woman I was inside, whose legs I was now between and she kissed me back. Her passion suffused me and her body lurched again as I plunged my cock into her again.

Out of the cavern came my beast. It possessed me and I found a faster motion, pushing myself harder, snapping my hips down between the woman's legs, driving her full of cock as the passion overtook me. Anne responded to the increased violence, bucking under me, her legs clinching me tight each time I ran my cock deep. We seemed to find a perfect motion. Nothing we did disturbed the approaching storm and when it broke, I ground down into her and poured my viscous soul into her.

I groaned and growled as the sensations rolled through me, catapulting me out of the moment into that space where thought vanishes and only the sensation of orgasm consumes your being. Anne's body thrust up at me, punching her pussy onto my cock while I was yet spewing cum into her. Her body seemed to lust for it, demanding that I pour all I possessed into her. She grunted and keened deep in her chest while she trembled and shook with the impact of my hammering consummation.

I coasted to a stop, panting and gasping, trying to find my mind and fill it with just one thought, so constricted was I. My world had become Anne's encircling legs and her enveloping pussy. Suddenly I was aware of her bare breasts under me, her body splayed open under me and her hot breath on my ear.

"Oh my god, sex with you is wonderful, Sonny. I don't know if you realize it but I feel so good when you shag me. I, when I dream at night, of a man taking me, I wake to find it was always you."

The admission felt unnaturally intimate. Anne was married to another man but here she admitted to her desire to be fucked by me, admitting that I penetrated her dreams. I felt both proud and that turned into a new desire.

"Take me to bed. I want to sleep on your shoulder and wake from my dreams of you shagging me to find you shagging me." Her voice titillated me, teasing me into compliance with a very nice suggestion.

We turned off the fire and left the pad in place. We went upstairs, walking together naked and showered in Mom's bathroom. We kissed under the cascading warm water. Her arms circling my neck while I hardened again. We left the shower though, and toweled each other dry before crawling into bed together. I felt her affection for me without feeling either her demand for ownership or any cloying wish to possess her longer than was likely. We were sealed together in our little sexual world.

"Anne," I began, and she giggled.

"You usually call me 'Annie'," she said.

"I know, but, but you seem so different when you use your British accent."

"I know. I feel different. You, the other, she feels like a woman begging to be tied up and shagged. This, this feels like you have seduced me and because you have succeeded, I am utterly seduced and unable to resist your smallest wish. Do you want my ass? Shall I suck you hard and mount you from on top. Do you wish to see me fuck myself on your cock and come and come and come till I am crazy with it and you feel like a sex toy?"

I laughed. "The last. Suck me and mount me." I said.

She nodded.

She rose up on an elbow and looked down on me and kissed me, a tender hand against my jaw.

My god, she seemed an entirely different woman. My mind kept returning to that, as though it demanded examination. I just did not know how to react to the body of a woman inhabited by a dual personality I felt and experienced so differently.

Anne's hand moved down my belly, questing for my cock and it roused immediately when she grasped it. It snapped to attention with such alacrity, she grunted and moved her leg over me, getting astride me without breaking the kiss. Her hand gripped my cock and she rose up, her knees planted tight against my thighs. She bent my cock down to nuzzle against the blooming lips of her pussy and she rocked forward. I slid into her lush interior. She broke the kiss in order to sigh unimpeded, groaning as she sat up on me, pressing her body tight down onto mine. My cock blended into her cunt and we felt each other's pleasure, passed back and forth like secrets.

The pleasure of it tingled all over my skin and then soaked into me completely, ricocheting around inside me. Anne settled herself down onto me. She leaned over me and kissed me lightly on the lips, a polite kiss, odd under the circumstance, me under her, as it were, deep inside her. She rocked her body. I grasped her waist. She grunted assent and she began to fuck me. Her hips rolled and inside she gripped my cock and massaged with her inner muscles, flexing and smothering me with erotic precision, like she knew what she was doing and controlled every little motion to get the maximum impact.

I arched under her, yanking her out of her rhythm. She lifted off me and I yanked her down hard again. She pulled back again, but leaned over me, planting her hands on my chest so she could continue to back off of my cock. I yanked her down hard again. Again and again she made the motion to escape and I retrieved her, piercing her deeply with each stroke. She began to shake, her shoulders quivered and that made her breasts dance in the littered gloom of the snow-snuggled streetlights sneaking through my windows. Her body began a slow arch, her back bending as she turned her face to the ceiling.

She shuddered, her hips moved faster and faster, fairly flying till all I could do was arch under her to provide maximum penetration and leave my hands resting on her pummeling hips. She strained, she twisted, she panted and at last, she went still, shaking like a leaf under a hard rain. The trembling rattled over me and the pleasure of her pleasure suffused me. Her head bowed over me, draping her hair over my chest and face; her minimalist motions tantalized my skin with the wispy sensations her hair trailed all over my skin. My cock seemed alight with sensation and then I felt her excess lubrication flushing out of her body onto mine. She strained, her head lifted and dropped back.

In a fit of devious curiosity, I released her now still hips, reached up and pinched both nipples at the same time.

Anne screamed and screamed. I released her nipples and her head snapped forward. "Oh no, no, don't, don't stop. Do, uh, uh, uh, do that again!"

I did. Her hips banged down on me. Her body shook, her hands splayed on my chest as she rode me. I had a moment when I was acutely aware of her lithe knees pinching my hips, holding her in place while she ground herself to distraction on the rack of my body and my pulsing protrusion thrust up inside of her.

"Oh, oh, oh my god!" She screamed. Her voice unmuted finally, giving full volume to her ecstasy. She pressed her knees wide, giving me her full weight, impaling herself fully on my cock. I dropped my ass down to the bed then arched hard and violently under her. She screamed and screamed as each new orgasm tore through her, each one punctuated by a staccato lash of her hips.

"Oh god!" She gasp, her voice stringy and high. She went still, she jerked once and then she collapsed forward onto my chest.

My orgasm had gone past me like a billboard close to a moving train. I knew it had zipped past and I did not care. Being in the presence of her pleasure was pleasure enough for now. She lay panting on my chest and for a moment, I thought her finished. But then her voice seeped out between her gasps.

"When, when you pinched, pah pah pah pinched my nipples, I thought I would, wah wah would lose my mind. You have to do that again. When, when I am climaxing, pinch them hard and don't let go. I, I want to see how much I can stand!"

Again? I thought. Just when I was about to roll her onto her back and have my way with her, she struggled upright, lifting up her hips and then settling them back into place, my cock still securely fixed inside her body.

"My god, Sonny. I have never felt this way! I, I want to come again and again. I ache all over but it is throbbing behind my chest like I cannot breathe and will never breathe normally again if I don't come with you inside me till that tension is released." She croaked, a throaty, rasping laugh. "I want to shag you to death."

"Please, no, but if I have to die, then fine."

She looked down at me from the inner distance she had been studying, the distant past or some visage of a future only she could see. She gently stroked my face with her palm and fingers. "This, this is love, the moment when you share this pleasure knowing that it is shared and mutual." She began to rock her hips again. "I am recovered. Let's try again."

I gripped her hips and pulled her roughly onto my cock. She jerked forward, again putting her hands on my chest but this time she lowered her body till her nipples brushed my chest. She jiggled her shoulders, scrapping her nipples across my skin. It seemed to rattle her and she dropped fully onto me, smashing her tits between us and smothering the feel of her little nubs on my skin with the enveloping feel of her superheated skin on mine. For a moment she lay, her hair tangled over my face like a mask, gasping but even then, her hips continued to move, bobbing up and down like a buoy on the bay.

She finally rose up enough to turn her head. She moved forward and I thought she was coming off my cock but she merely planted her elbows beside my head and leaned down to kiss me, holding my head tightly between her small hands. Her hips continued to rock, my cock making a sloshing noise as it ran up into her as she ground down and when she retreated.

I gripped her ass, pulling hard at each cheek as though to prepare her for penetration. This pulled her hard down onto my cock and I arched again. Anne ground her pubic bone against mine and she groaned. Holding her ass clasped tightly in both hands, I manipulated her body over mine, trying to sign the back of her vagina with my prick. She continued to kiss me, blowing through her nose. She smelled of rum and roses.

I pulled harder on her ass. I repeated the motion over and over again till her kisses degenerated into grunting gasps and then she sat up, struggling to lift her torso but in doing so, adding her weight to our connection. With my hands still on her ass, she began to bump and grind, taking a moment to twist and twitch her body before rocking forward. Her motions got shorter and shorter, faster and faster, till once more she pursued the genie that would grant her a lurid wish.

This time, it took several minutes of her frantic frenzy to strike her with ecstasy. It came on her suddenly. One moment she was thrashing wildly above me, my hands long since become incidental in her motions. The next, she went still, her voice clinched between her teeth, wheezing and hissing into the sudden silence. Her hand balled on my chest, raking me with her fingernails. The lines of pain became marks of pride and I pulled her down onto my cock and arched under her higher than ever.

"Now. Now." She hissed.

I understood and found each nipple. She began to shake. I pinched each nipple as hard as I could and she screamed anew bucking over and over again as the orgasms wracked her little, taut body. I held both little nubs tightly. Her voice seemed to echo around us. She sang a lurid song, wracking the high notes with the substance of her pleasure till she was utterly out of breath and her voice failed her. Still I pinched, twisting each nub a little while she quaked and shivered in my clutches. Each time I added a little more pressure, her present orgasm attenuated, stretching through her body without mercy. She made no effort to escape but leaned hard into my pinching fingers, pressing against me till I realized she had surrendered her balance and relied on me to keep her upright. I used her tits to balance her and once she swayed away but I pulled her back upright by the nipples. She screamed once more, finding a new, higher register and slashing at it with her ragged voice.

Her hands found my wrists and I thought she was trying to move me away from her tortured tits but they held me in place, squeezing hard as she pressed her torso against me. She bucked hard once, convulsing as though a wild spirit jumped into her and then she bucked again as though it jumped out again.

She sagged, her whole body tipping over against my hands. I released her nipples and she sighed, her breath hissing like a steam engine just come to a halt. When I made to move my hands back to her ass, she flopped forward. I caught her by the shoulders and lowered her onto my chest.

"Oh yes, that, that was phenomenal!" She whispered. "This, this must be what your mother felt when Sid fucked her. God, I was so jealous, of her pleasure, of how much it possessed her and contorted her into something beyond human. I could not believe it, watching her ride him. I, I always wanted to try and feel like that. Sidney, he twisted her tits and she screamed and screamed. I had to get up and shut the windows or the police surely would have been called."

Her speaking about my mother rattled through me. I had visions of mom, riding me like this while my sisters watched from their various vantage points. I abruptly sat up, startling Anne. She grunted but complied with my wishes. I turned her onto her back. I lay between her legs, buried in her pussy from on top. I fucked her hard then.

She lay still and let me slice through the liquid depths of her pussy for a while and I did, snapping my hips down between her legs while she lay quiescent and fawning, her hands stroking me everywhere while I fucked her, filling her with my cascading need. She lay under me cooing with pleasure at my consuming need, my lust expressed with my hard cock hammering into her body. Then the spirit moved into her again and her body began to recover, to respond, to participate. She gripped my waist as I rode her, hammering into her pussy.