EXTRACT FOR
The MILF Files: Volume 2
(Alana Church)

From "His Horny MILF Babysitter"



"I want you inside me. Now."



Michael lifted his head from Lisa's breast, making sure he'd understood that hot, whispered sentence.



For years he had fantasized about this. His first ever orgasm had been in his bedroom, his fist flying over his teenage cock, after staring at the wonderful curves of Lisa's rear as she helped his mother put in a new flower bed. His first wet dream had placed her in a starring role, as his lust-addled mind conjured nighttime visions which had absolutely no chance of ever becoming reality.



But this was true. This was real.



He swallowed. But he wasn't stupid enough to ask the vision of loveliness beside him if she was sure. If she wasn't, she wouldn't have given him the best blow-job of his life. And she wouldn't have encouraged him to finger her hot, slick pussy, the sensation around his fingers almost indecently decadent.



"How?" he asked, then kissed her, loving the way she gave a sweet little moan as he pulled her close.



"You. On top." She humped her mound up into his hand. "And hurry, Michael! I'm getting close. And I want your cock inside me when I do!"



Her voice, unstrung with passion, severed the last strings of his restraint. 



He pulled his finger out of her, ignoring her disappointed whimper, and rolled on top of her, pushing her legs apart with his knees. The tip of his cock was a bright red, slicked with pre-cum, and he ran it teasingly up and down Lisa's slit. She wasn't completely shaved, like some of the girls at school he had slept with. Instead, there was a neatly-trimmed stripe running down to just above the top of her pussy.



Lisa caught his glance and frowned. "What are you looking for? Stretch marks?"



What? Oh, shit. The baby. He shook his head quickly. "No. Just...you're beautiful, Lisa. So beautiful."



"Thank you." He could see her throat worked as she swallowed, and wondered how long it had been since someone complimented her. "Please, baby. I don't want to wait any longer. Fuck me!"



He nodded and placed his cock-head at her entrance. Lisa hissed, her eyes glowing. She grabbed his ass-cheeks and lifted up, trying to pull him in, at the same moment he began to push.



The pleasure as he entered her was indescribable. He was big. He knew that. And even if he hadn't, the reactions of the girls he had been with would have told him the truth. Some of them were scared by his size. Some took it as a challenge, lying back and clenching their teeth as he slowly worked his way inside.



Lisa was the only woman who looked as if he was pleasing her as much as she pleased him. Her eyes rounded, her mouth curving into a disbelieving, tremulous smile as he filled her. When he bottomed out, his cock completely inside her, his swollen balls resting against the bottom of her opening, their eyes locked.



"God damn," she whispered. She ran her hands up his back, resting them on his shoulders. He shivered as he felt the prick of her nails. Her sheath squeezed him experimentally, and he closed his eyes, fighting for control. "How long you been carrying this around?"



He smiled down at her, then kissed her, leaning low. The hot tips of her breasts dug into his chest, hard and soft at the same time, and she gave a breathy moan.



"Long enough," and she giggled at the pun. "If you remember," he said, putting on an aggrieved face, "I tried to give it to you, once upon a time."