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Extending the MILF List Ch. 01

By: Contrasting



Doing a MILF's Sis-In-Laws as a Favor

My Blond Ambition-the tease begins

—After many episodes with lots of action and setup interwoven, it is time to take a little breath and bridge back to those before that lead to here. This is all about the characters and the plot and examining how everyone is relating to the end of the MILF list and beginning the process of extending it. If you are new to this series, Making the MILF List and Sharing the MILF List (in that order) are the precursors. This whole series is based in the TABOO section so if that is not your thing, be aware. It relies on variety as well. This story addresses some of the unresolved issues from the previous series and establishes the basis for this one. Please vote and leave comments as you can. Feedback really helps direct the story and fix the issues and ambiguities that may affect the flow of the work, so it is really appreciated. Thanks to everyone who supports the MILF series and the adventures of Sonny Duncan. -C

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The day after my mother boarded a plane for Hong Kong, I saw her. 

My assumption, well, not mine, nor was it an assumption exactly... my understanding, my conclusion was that two people may have a chemical connection or they don't. When you have it, one or the other or both of you will know it and right away. What is more, knowing it, people react differently. There are all kinds of different reactions. You quiver and shake like that man in Nabokov or you ignore it, reject it, or deny it. The "it" in that sentence is the connection, the shivering connection between you and that other person and if you are fortunate it matches your gender orientation and you don't have to deal with that whole issue. One of the sure telltales of that connection is utter and complete confusion. It is like the volume on the rest of your life is turned down. Or like everything else you see with your eyes gets blurry or muzzy somehow, which may be another way of saying that she (my orientation) takes on a glow or a hyper-contrast to the rest of the world. 

D. Debra Hamilton was coming out of the engineering building. I was going in. I was running an errand for one of my professors since I really had no business being in the engineering building which explains why it was so late in my time on campus before I saw her. She was a fucking engineering student, a Junior; can you believe that? A woman who looks like that, smart enough to be an engineering student? But I am getting ahead of myself, again, some more. I was coming up the steps to the front door and the double doors opened and there she was, framed by the dim interior. It was like I had been caught in a spotlight trying to escape prison. The fight or flight response hit me like lightning. I could not move, I could not breathe right, thoughts bumped into each other and I thought... no, I quit thinking. I went blank and all systems stuttered to a stop.

If she had kept walking, nothing would have happened but she stood there and I swear the sun poked out of the clouds that blanketed the day and for a moment, she glistened with sunlight. She stopped, arched her back and lifted her chin, closed her eyes and held that pose for a moment just bathing in the light and the sudden surge of warmth. She thrust out her impressive tits bathed in sunlight, her mane of blond hair flowing behind her like a cape. I was starstruck. 

My cock snapped to attention. 

Since making the MILF list, I had not had that experience much, not with the women on campus and by that I mean women my own age. The wild MILF had sort of absorbed my attention but that is not right. It was the domestic MILF, the MILFs I knew and loved and recently fucked that had been the object of my desires and machinations. But here, right before me, shining in the evanescent moment of sunlight, stood a woman/girl who aroused me on sight. 

D. Debra Hamilton. She introduced herself to me after I made it to the top of the steps. The flimsy crowd current flowed around us easily, eyes averted, as though they did not see what was happening. D. Debra Hamilton stood still, a purse over her shoulder hanging by one considerable hip, a small lap top in one hand and three or four books tucked under her breast in the other. Her golden skin glittered in the sunlight. I stopped before her and just waited. The sunlight faded, her eyes opened and she regarded me with blue eyes, clear and startling. 

She did not smile. 

I so wanted her to smile. 

"Can I help you?" She asked. 

I remember my brain grinding into action then with a simple observation that she was not moving away from me and there was no fear in her eyes. No, my thought was "beautiful eyes", at the time. Suddenly all the filing clerks in my head were frantically looking for just the right thing to say but, and I give all the credit to the various MILFs whom I had pillaged in the past few months, I did not panic and try to be too clever. I heard the tuning fork and harmonized perfectly. 

"As the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, would it be inappropriate of me to ask you to have coffee with me sometime?" 

"Beauty may only be skin deep." She responded. 

I so wanted her to smile. 

I shook my head. "I am sorry. Was I not speaking English? I sometimes do that. Let me try again. Would you have coffee with me sometime?" 

For a moment she just regarded me. Then she licked her full, lower lip, the merest tip of a pink tongue running from left to right, stage right. I think I remember gulping and my eyes focused on her lips before looking back up into her eyes. She lifted the slight computer case, turning it so the side was between us, like a castle wall. I thought I had cooked the goose, no golden egg for me. 

"In the side pocket, I think I have a card." She said. Her voice was melodious, a mellifluous tune that needed no words to fully entice me and excavate my delight. She held the case up till it wavered while I looked dumbly at her, utterly uncomprehending. She finally grunted and lowered it. "I have a card. A private card, it is in the side pocket I think. Or I will have to get into my purse and, my hands are full and so are yours. Oh." 

That little luscious syllable told me something wonderful and my mind finally engaged. She had not seen me enough to know I was carrying an old overhead transparency machine. Something had distracted her to the point that she invited me to use hands I did not have free to use at her command. I set the machine down. "I understand now. Try again." 

There. She smiled! I was so sure the sun had come out again. I went blind to the world. I tingled. I quivered. I felt warm all over. She lifted the case again and I fumbled with it till I realized (that is, till I looked down from her eyes and actually saw what I was feeling) that it was zipped. I pulled the zipper open and reached inside the side pocket. That is not as easy as it sounds. I think my hands were shaking. I found a lone card. I extracted it and she lowered the case, which lured me down, bending beside her while I tried to rezip the pocket. My head was even with her hip and I could not breathe at all when I realized how close I was to the woman's crotch. That may have been because I was bending over. I held my breath so it would not seem like I was sniffing, sniffing around. I remember consciously holding my breath but the smell of her wafted into my nose and tickled my imagination, my fancy, and my cock. I fumbled with the zipper and closed it. I stood up as the world turned dark and wobbled, swimming till I gasped for breath. If my face was red, it was not from exertion. As hard as my cock was, I should have been pale as a ghost. 

We stood staring at each other for a few moments. "Well?" She said. 

I looked at the card. "D. Debra Hamilton." I read. That was how I was introduced to the love of my life and new torment. 

"Yes. And you are ...?" 

I groped, internally. I knew I had a name. I knew I knew it but I could not find the syllables. They slithered and slunk out of my reach, dodging and grunting with delight at my dumb struggle. Finally I caught one. "Duncan. Sonny." I finished, relieved because I knew that was mostly right. 

"Duncan Sonny? Pleased to meet you." She still made no motion to leave. 

"No, not, ah, my name is Sonny. Sonny Duncan." I nodded. "That's it. Hell, I knew I knew my name. Do you always interrogate your prisoners this way, with such penetrating questions?" 

"What?" Her eyes widened. 

"After you capture them in the gravity well of your orbit, do you interrogate them like this? Demanding they tell you their name." I looked hard at the card, turned it over. I wanted her to smile but when she did, I was unprepared for the perfect white teeth, the flash of verve in her eyes. 

"You talk like an idiot." 

"Oh good, then you see right through the elan and debonair facade that so dazzles everyone else." 

"Especially the gay guys, I am guessing." Her smile broadened. 

I snorted. Suddenly all the incapacitating qualities of being lovestruck seemed to be overlaid with the instincts I had learned with the MILFs, seducing them, making them, pleasing them, and sharing them. That shallow instinct, so recently developed proved useful and more natural under this sort of pressure than I would have ever guessed. "What do you know of gay guys? Are you some sort of new twist? A missionary for the missionary position?" The words blasted past my teeth before I had a chance to review them and edit them for content and control them for some as yet unknown objective. Like I said, I blame the MILF List. 

She left me standing there. She turned and walked down the nine steps to the next landing and then turned to face me. "Call me." She said. "Soon. I am between boyfriends and that leaves you about two days before I find a new one." 

Then she was gone. I was utterly cock struck. People moved quietly and mutely past me and my antique projector. One of the professors was going to use it as a demonstration of optics or something. I picked it up and completed my errand. Only after I was sitting in my car, er, mom's car, she isn't dead, after all, just in China, Hong Kong actually and I did not yet know if they were synonyms or not. I sat looking at the card. It read "D. Debra Hamilton" on one side with her cell number on the other. 

I dialed the number. That same melody of tones answered. "Hello, the is Deedee Hamilton." 

"Hello, this is Sonny Duncan calling. I would like to meet you for coffee tomorrow." 

Silence. More silence. 

I did not panic and say anything more. I had been direct and to the point. The coin was flipped, the die were cast. 

"I only have time at seven-forty. Seven-forty to eight-thirty. Can you make that time?" 

Early. I almost said that. Wednesday. The day before Thanksgiving. I was supposed to help my sisters shop for Thanksgiving. I'd reschedule. Or something. No, that was today, Tuesday evening. So my schedule was perfectly and wonderfully clear! My heart hammered, my head pounded. Heads. "Of course. The Best and Big at twenty to?" 

"The Best and Big Cup? That would be perfect." 

I was certain I heard pleasure in her voice. "Right, the Big Cup." I mumbled, calling into my mind the woman's incredible edible tits, the ones that dominated her profile and made "statuesque" seem a pedestrian adjective. 

"See you then, tomorrow." She disconnected. 

That was the afternoon, Tuesday afternoon and after half a day brooding about my sisters, now I had something that muscled them and their concerns aside. I did not intend for this to happen, to meet D. Debra Hamilton but it happened. It did. I remember. 

But me go backwards for a moment. Back to the moment I picked them up at their stop in Mom's car, after dropping our mutual mother off at the airport to go meet the world's largest cock and sit on it. Our mother was off chasing big, no huge, no monstrous cock. It was Monday and I was about to shift from the MILF list to the DILF list. At least, that was what I thought at the time. I always think too simply about such things, though. 

"Blisters, have you been having sex with mom since you were eighteen?" That was the moment when things began to go awry and my enterprise of great pitch and moment lost its label of "action". The MILF list ran into my sisterly obstructions. 

I was driving Mom's car. Georgia sat beside me and my other two sisters, Dalia and Tawny were in the back of the sedan. I asked the question into the clucking of my hen sisters and they all went utterly silent. For a few traffic lights, no one spoke. I had surprised my three sisters by being the one driving my mother's car. I had just told them our mutual mother had flown off to ride a monster cock in China or something to that effect. Well, actually, I guess to be perfectly accurate, I had not cued them in all the situation at all but had responded to their question about why me and where's Mom with this perfect icebreaker of a question. I was so proud, utterly unaware I had just run off a cliff. 

Finally Georgia who had been staring straight ahead, spoke but not to address my question. In fact, as she talked, I could not tell for certain who she was talking to. She was not talking, she was confessing. We, her three siblings, were her confessors. 

She told about arriving home after an aborted date that Friday night to the sound of our dear mother crying out my name; Sonny! Sonny, oh Sonny, finally you are, you are, oh, you can have me any time you want me. Please, please put it in me. Oh yes, like that! Deeper, harder, Oh yes! Oh my darling son!" So Georgia claimed were the words she heard cascading out of Mom's room. 

Well, not just my name, as it turned out, but a much more involved dialog. My dear sister, Georgia, who we call variously, Nova, Brimstone, or Lava, she of the red hair not being shy or retiring in any of her cells, not one, stormed into my mother's bedroom certain she would find her brother planted firmly between her mother's legs. Of course she had no idea what she would do thereafter, regardless of what she found but in she charged nonetheless. With Nova, impulsive is an understatement. 

She found no brother but only one naked woman, on her knees, eyes clinched tightly closed, a vibrating dildo extending like a tail behind her while she vainly sought to manipulate it. According to Nova, mom did not even open her eyes or seem aware of the open door and the presence of a third party in the room. Given the sequence of events, we were able to construct a likely explanation for her behavior. Our demure mother held her pose and continued her activity till she orgasmed and rolled onto her side. When her heavy eye lids uncovered her eyes and she saw, not her son whom she had been awaiting but her eldest daughter, she screeched and sought to cover herself. 

Georgia, mortified, skedaddled without even closing the door. She recounted standing in her bedroom, the door closed, staring at it like she was waiting for Jason to find and cut her into little, spurting pieces with a Texas chainsaw. The longer she waited, the more she thought that might be a better fate than emerging into her own house from that room to face her mother with those words between them... with "oh, my darling son" echoing in her ears from her mother's lips. Her head was full of plans to move out and how she would manage to pay for rent and food and all the other bills that she did not face living at home with her heretofore placid family. She was only beginning to recover her wits and review her mother's words, spliced with her brother's name which, since she said "darling son" could not be mistaken for some other lucky "Sonny" of more anonymous acquaintance. Her mother had been masturbating to the fantasy of fucking her own son! 

"You can imagine my, uh... " My sister was gripping the dashboard before her like she was preparing for a crash by this point in her story. "Uh, what I was thinking. Mother opened the door. She had on the big bushy blue-green robe she sometimes wears that makes her look like some Hollywood black widow. She did not even knock but came straight into the room. She moved till she was right in front of me, her face not six inches from mine. She put a hand on my waist. Georgia, she said, go take a shower and throw on a robe and come to the bedroom. We should discuss this. I, I owe you an explanation." 

At this point, my sister snorted. "Still waiting." She said. She turned to look at me. I know, we were sitting in traffic waiting for a wreck to clear. No one was moving. We could not escape my ill-informed question. "She, Mother, our mom, she... ah... she seduced me. She never made in attempt to explain anything. After I showered, I never thought I would have to fend her off so I dried off, put on my fuzzy robe and went into her bedroom. Yes, naked underneath it. She patted the bed for me to sit down. She got on her knees and faced me. She peeled the robe off my shoulders and then kissed my breasts, all without saying a word. I, I was in such shock I could not move. You know, except as she directed me. She took off my robe and then her own. She sat me against the headboard... I refused to lie down. It did no good. She, oh my god, she went down on me. Just like that. I came, hard." 

Georgia was gripping the dashboard like she was on a roller coaster. Traffic pulsed slowly around us. She looked out the side window. "I had been on a date that night. This gorgeous man asked me for a drink, a supplier at work and I met him after work. He was sweet and wonderful but while he was off the toilet, I checked the Internet on my tablet and found he was married. I left. I could not face him. I had been primed since he asked me out; I was going, going to do whatever he wanted. I, I had not had sex with a man for so long... or a climax for that matter." She stuttered to a stop. "When, ah, when Mother touched me, I went completely still but I was so knotted up, when she went down on me, I, I came immediately. That just encouraged her."

Now Nova looked over at me, her face was flushed scarlet and blotchy. Her eyes were fierce. "I, I could not believe that a woman could get that out of me, much less my own mother. I was in such shock that I had nearly no self-control. Lots of stuff was going on at that time. Ethan had called me... and you know what that does to me. The shit really fucked up my head. Always did but all he wanted was another taste of Georgia with me as the main course. I hate those southern boys with their drawl and lazy eyes that make you think they are barely awake while they are slipping your panties down your thighs. They make it feel so normal, like a girl is doing the most perfect thing by lifting her ass and letting him denude you like that. Fuck!" 

Now she was weeping but I think it was more complicated than Ethan the fuck who broke her fragile female heart. I reached over to pat her somewhere and could only find the full arch of her thigh. So I patted her thigh. She did not seem to notice. 

"Mother, she seemed voracious but never asked anything of me. She ate me till I was desperate with orgasm, coming over and over again. After coming about the sixth time or so, I, I pushed her onto her back and she let me. She watched me while I got between her legs and ate her to orgasm, over and over again. Just like she did to me."

My eldest sister is so competitive and fierce. In retrospect, such a response seems, ah, odd perhaps but for Georgia, proving she could make Mom come just as much as Mom made her come seemed like a perfect extension of her fiery personality. Regardless, I had no inclination at the time to question her telling of the story and this part I could not verify. I had to take her word for it. 

"I ate her till my jaw was aching. She sensed that and we exchanged places. She ate me again, pressing a thumb into me while I came and came. We were in a haze, a crazed mania that left us both panting and desperate for something more. I wanted cock. Mom wanted cock." Georgia hesitated and then glanced at me through a veil of her red hair which she did not bother to brush out of her eyes. 


Extending the MILF List Ch. 01



"That was when you appeared, Sonny. When my eyes opened and I saw you staring at us, all I wanted was to cover up my sins with something, something that made it less horrible that I could come with my mother like that. Truthfully, I was not really thinking about the incestuous part of it, I was thinking about being with another woman. That bothered me and not just because she was my mother but, ah, because she was a woman and she was making me come like that. I was, by then I was crazy to have something besides her tongue in me." She turned in her seat and looked into the back, at my other two sisters, Tawny and Dalia, who had not squeaked a peep to that point. 

"That, that was when I sucked his cock. I called him over and when he showed me his cock, I sucked it as deep as it would go." Georgia gulped. "Then, then he fucked us both. I, I wanted him to fuck me and, and to see him fuck Mother. I wanted to watch them, after what, what I felt with her, her mouth on me, her lips on my nipples. I was so aroused all I wanted was a cock and Sonny, Sonny's was perfect. Suddenly I was not the only one who was fucking Mother. Sonny, Sonny made it all alright. For a while." She stopped talking for a while. 

Horns honked. It was starting to rain again. We sat in the traffic jam, trapped with my faux pas and my sister's confession. 

"After, afterward, I did not know what to do. I went to sleep that night thinking that my bother, er, Sonny, bothersome little Sonny would be pawing me and trying to get into my panties all the time. But that is not what happened, is it Sonny? No, the little shit barely looked at me. He acted like it never happened. I was, I was so... " Here, Georgia stalled. 

"You were hurt." Tawny said from the backseat. "I would have been. Hurt, I mean, when a guy does it with me and then acts like it doesn't mean anything... it always hurts. I used to hate that." She fell silent.

Georgia looked over at me. She nodded. "I, I was angry Sonny. I was mean to you because I thought for sure you would be panting after me after that. You cannot imagine what I felt when it became obvious that you... you and Mother were, were, doing it." She did have tears in her eyes now. "Without me, I mean. I, you never, not once. You never touched me until I tried and Mother caught us. I felt so horrible." She stopped. "Then, then we caught you with Mrs. Rossini tied up in the living room. I wanted to be involved, I wanted to interfere, I wanted to inject myself into your bed so I, I went down on her. I, I wanted you to notice me so I thought if, if... ah fuck I don't know what I thought!" She turned in the seat and leaned over to kiss me on the lips. "I wanted you to want me." She said softly. "When it was clear you preferred Mother or indeed, anyone else at all, I felt like I had been wrapped in barbed wire and flung into the piranha pond." 

I was so startled by her action I could not speak. I was still processing their lack of validation of my mother's evenhanded sexual involvement with her children. Apparently, apparently what? I needed them to answer my question. "So? Did Mom seduce you, my blisters, did she seduce you all after you were eighteen?" 

I got whacked for my trouble. 

"Sonny, don't be a shit." Dalia growled, after she smacked the back of my head the second time. Hard. 

I was so off-balance, so out of sorts, so discombobulated. Thank God traffic was not moving. 

"I, uh, I sucked Sonny off, a couple weeks ago. One morning." Tawney's small voice pricked the silence. "He came." She giggled. "He tastes good." 

Silence. The confession seemed like it was not over. 

"I, I watched Sonny fuck Mom." Dalia started. "And, and Mrs. Wills, she sucked his cock." 

I glanced into the rear view mirror but only saw a slice of Dalia's face. "Did, uh, did you suck Chris Wills off?" I asked. 

Whack! 

"I guess not." I said.

Whack!

"Stop it! I just asked a question."

Whack! 

Dammit, Dalia could hit hard. The last time she got my ear and left it ringing. I had no heart to really object. It sort of felt good to have her smacking me again, like we were still brother and sister and not, not this other thing that involved her eyes on my ass as I fucked our mother. She hadn't whacked me good since the time she did and I took her down and sat on her and licked her till she screamed. Mom made me let her up. It ended the incessant smacking from her and let my sisters know I was no longer going to take being picked on. They had not noticed, apparently, that I had grown up and in doing so, become larger and stronger than they were.

Traffic eased forward and we saw the wreck, a single car teetering on the guardrail, broken and damaged from a tumble it was not built to take. We finally got past the wreck and flowed with the other impatient, distracted pre-holiday drivers into the open road. 

We drove in silence till I got off the freeway. Mom was always adamant about talking to the driver in high traffic, that is, she told us to pay attention to the road. 

When I was safely sitting at a traffic light after taking our exit, I looked around at my sisters. "So? Did Mom seduce all of you when you were eighteen?" I asked. 

"NO!" All my sisters shouted at once. 

The light changed and I steered for home. "Sheeze, give a guy a break. I had to ask. That, that is what Mom told me. She, she said she had seduced you all and that she regularly had sex with you when I was gone. She, she said it was something that each of you, that she did with each of you. So? Was she was lying?" 

Silence. 

Finally as I approached the house, Georgia said in a quiet voice. "No, Sonny. Not till that night you caught us, when you fucked us, Mother and me."

"Never." Dalia said. 

"Never, me either." Tawney groaned. 

I could not interpret Tawney's tone but Dalia had a certain longing in it, like she had sighed around the word. I pulled into the garage and we all sat there. I turned off the car and then closed the garage door. Somehow, I instinctively knew we all felt vulnerable, exposed and did not want to get out of the car with the door up. Stupid, I know. Even after the door was down, no one spoke or moved. 

"Sonny, what has been going on with you?" Georgia asked. "Mrs. Rossini, Mrs. Wills, Mom? What the hell have you been up to?" 

I knew the lingering light in the garage was about to go out so I got out and went into the house. The girls followed. They arrived as I set out tumblers, iced them, and poured bourbon into each one. Full. When they arrived, eying the drinks, I picked one up and drained it. "I am not going to answer that question unless and until you drink. But, but we have to agree, for tonight, we do nothing. You all, you have confessed and now, now it is my turn. You are my sisters, I, I should be able to tell you anything." 

"Why did mom leave?" Tawney asked.

Georgia picked up a tumbler and drained it. 

Dalia looked at Tawney and gestured. Tawney shook her head. "Not on an empty stomach. I have a meeting tomorrow and I do not want to be puking drunk tonight." 

"Just one, then we'll eat." Dalia said. "Then we can let our little brother here confess. But drink now. It is time to clear the air and a bit of bourbon ought to help everyone, priest and confesser both." She picked up her drink and downed it and snarled. Tawney followed and coughed and blinked. 

We fixed supper and ate. While we cooked, it dawned on us that Thanksgiving was right before us and lo and behold Mom was not going to be present. It was then, in that moment when we all confronted our first collective holiday without her presence that I finally understood. 

"I know why she split." I said. My sisters all stopped what they were doing and I grinned. "Tell you later." I said. They all threw something at me but for the first time in a long time, I felt close to them. We were hemisphere orphans. I distracted them by suggesting we needed to plan for Thanksgiving since Mom was not here to give orders. While we cooked we made up the shopping list and agreed we should meet in the crush Tuesday evening to do the shopping. The more we talked, the more fun it sounded to do Thanksgiving by ourselves. I think we all noticed how much we owed Mom for making us learn the whole routine. I knew how to carve the turkey from long practice. It felt good to think we still had each other. It felt more intimate than it ever had in the past. It also felt a little empty, without Mom there running things. It felt like she was... I did not even think past that. 

We ate ham steaks and green beans with water chestnuts. I poured more drinks while the girls finished cleaning up. Mom was organized. Years of wrangling the four of us had taught her to honor order and to take comfort in a completed job. She taught that to us, which is all to say we could not sit down and relax with a mess in the kitchen. Dalia demanded we surrender to this sensibility and we did. Finally, I in the easy chair in the living room and the girls arrayed in the couch and love seat, I confessed everything. 

The rendition of the MILF list to date was robust and punctuated with objections, exclamations, and expostulations of all sorts. The result was a full exposition of the MILF list in all its glory and an account of every single fuck I had experienced since my buddies assigned me the job of making the MILFs on the list. I even told Tawny, Chris wanted to fuck her in the worst way, which only made her blush and elicited no telling response from her whatsoever. I told them about the law firm and Mom's part in connecting Alissa to Mr. Kingston and Annie's part in the whole thing, the rail and the various visits to the mall to fuck the strangers we encountered there. 

I finished by getting up to pour more bourbon for us all. That done, I sat down and looked around the room. My story was surprisingly short considering its content. Leaving it uninflected by purple prose, adjectives or the like made it easy to tell. Tab A in slot B and no more. 

"Sonny, you are such a slut." Georgia said. "My god, are you flunking out of school? With so much fucking, how can you get anything done at all?" 

"Hush, Georgia," Dalia said. "So, let me see if I understand this correctly, you, you are supposed to fuck all the women of those two lawyers Mrs. Honeywell works with?" I started to answer but she held up a hand. "And you, you are waiting to see if this Chinese guy recommends you to be the one to interview women for some rich famous guy to hire as a personal assistant that he can fuck whenever he likes? And, and you can fuck Alissa Honeywell and Kyla Clark any time you like? And you fucked Mrs. Honeywell's sister? Do I have that about right? And Mom, she has gone to fuck Mr. Kingston's hog leg?" 

"Landon Clark is engaged?" Tawny asked. "And, and Chris Wills, he wants to... " She did not finish. 

It was at that moment that I realized I had left out Laura and her brothers. I felt a little bad about that but that, that was private and no one needed to know about that. Well, not yet, at least. 

"Jesus H. Christ, Sonny, I cannot believe you have fucked all the mothers of your friends." Georgia sniffed and drank. "And that they all fucked Mom like that. Your friends I mean. My god." Something tinged her tone, something I could not place, something I had never heard in Nova's voice. 

"So? Sonny, are you going to tell us why Mom up and split for China when she was not really going to leave till February?" Dalia spoke with a lilt of thoughtfulness in her voice. 

I actually grinned. My cock had been up and down like a new mother in the night during the whole rendition and I had done nothing to hide my fluctuating condition. I caught all my sisters staring at my crotch from time to time. "Well, think about it. She understood that once I was through with the MILF list, I was going to... " My ease at telling the story evaporated. I had more or less elided the mention of my growing lust for my sisters; I was talking to them for god's sake! They were right over there. But then I rallied, quailing for a time but recovering the resolve that had developed on the ride home. "Mom, I think she left before I got around to you girls. She, she must have figured out that once I turned my attention to your butts, her little white lie would come out!"

"White lie? Mother told a whopper there, Sonny. Saying that she seduced her daughters but left you out? What sort of woman...?" Georgia was getting up steam but Dalia laid a gentle hand on her knee and that silenced Nova for the moment, one of Dalia's super powers. 

"I think Sonny's right, she knew this was coming. China needs a visa to get you into the country. I would bet she has been planning this for a while." Dalia looked over at me. "You know, to leave us alone for a while. She got hers but now, now she is sharing him with us." 

Tawny nodded vigorously. "That, that sounds more like Mom. She, I cannot believe she left us like this. Right before Thanksgiving." 

"Did she really tell you to leave us alone?" Dalia asked, patting Georgia's knee. Georgia stared at her then the question registered and she looked askance at me. 

I nodded. "She said, at first she said I should leave, you know, move out. She insisted if I stayed here I would fuck all of you and, she said she feared what would happen if we did that."

"I'd fuck you." Tawny said quietly. 

We all looked over at her. "My god, Tawny. Just like that?" Dalia said. 

"Now. While you watch." Tawny said, her eyes glittered. 

"Ah shit." Dalia grunted. Her face was drawn with eager tension. My sister Dalia loved to watch. 

"Wait a minute, I have waited a long time for another go at him, I should be first!" Georgia growled. 

"You have had him more recently than me." Tawney said. I saw her lips get thick as she set her teeth; she could be as stubborn as Georgia but much more quietly and she never, ever gave up once she decided on something. Getting her to commit, though, that was the trick. 

"You sucked him off." That was Dalia. "I just got him inside my cunt for a moment before you two bitches interrupted and I had to go shower and cool down. I, I still haven't had any resolution."

Both of her sisters gave Dalia a wondering look. 

"What?" Dalia growled. "We are confessing, right? I was going to fuck him but you bitches came home too early and I panicked." 

Tawny snickered. I had no idea how to respond to this conversation. 

"I am first." Georgia said. 

"No way, Georgia." Dalia retorted. 

"I think I should get him first!" Tawny said tightly. She opened her legs and rubbed a hand up under her skirt, glaring at me. 

Then all three women were jabbering at once. Whether any of them were listening, I could never tell. 

Strangely, I sat listening to this sound and fury, carried on as if I were a fancy purse newly acquired that they agreed to share. I shuddered. I knew that would never work. Suddenly, I had flashes of the MILF list and the reality that I had to control the situation or I would have three sisters fighting over me. That sounds a lot better than you think it might be. The reality is that it was dangerous, for me, for my sisters, for our family. When their razors came out, I inevitably got cut. This had to stop. I had to gain control of my blisters before I fucked them. Suddenly, the whole thing did not seem quite so simple. I still wanted to lay them all but this squabbling was far from what I had in mind. 

I got up and went upstairs. I did not say a word. I just left them. I was up and gone before they roused the next morning, showering in mom's bath so as not to wake them. I drove Mom's car without even asking. We had to sort out the car issue but not then. I wasn't waiting. 

That was how I ended up on campus Tuesday afternoon. That was what was clouding my brain when I saw D. Debra Hamilton for the first time leaving the Engineering building. When I got to the store, my sisters were there. It was seven. I had studied around classes the rest of the day, distracted by the Big and Best appointment for Wednesday morning but eventually I fell into the maw of concentration it takes to get homework done and roused at six-thirty knowing I would be late meeting my sisters. I texted and they snarked back. I found them in the grocery store and they all seemed sullen, compressed into themselves. The bonhomie of the previous night was gone. 

We drove home in separate cars. They started to fight about who would ride with me and I changed the discussion by silently loading as much of the groceries into the front seat as it could take and put the rest in the back. While they stood there bickering, I drove off. I was still carrying sacks into the house when they arrived. They helped me put everything away without speaking. Georgia ordered pizza and then left upstairs. 

"She is really hurt." Tawny said. "You, you don't know how hard it was for her." 

I looked at Tawny and shrugged. I still had no inkling how to discuss what was obvious. We spent the night in a sort of detente. Talking about nothing but carefully so as not to touch something tender. Nor did we touch at all, like all of us had the personal shields from DUNE turned on high and dared not and could not get too close, lest we explode on contact. 

I met D. Debra Hamilton the next morning. She was half an hour late and got her coffee to go, refusing to let me pay for it. I was flush from selling Kyla Clark's ass to Mr. Cheng but it did not matter. My sisters had distracted me so I had not had much time to think about Dee Dee Hamilton. She sat down with her coffee. 

I was horribly distracted. I knew I had to go home eventually and that did not bode well. I felt like meat and not in the good way. I had become a sure thing, like a hair comb or a fashion magazine to be opened whenever they felt like it. That role was for someone else. I decided that I had no problem yielding to someone else, a woman specifically. That could be fun, but having three sisters corrupted the image of that subservience, of being used for their pleasure. That just did not sit well with me. I could not imagine how they would manage to make fucking me anything but a cat fight if I left that arbitration up to them. Of that, I was reasonably certain. 

This was the stuff on my mind when Ms. Hamilton sat down at my table Wednesday morning. 

"Sorry to keep you waiting. I am not usually late." She said, sipping from the coffee. Both statements were social lies. The whole time I knew her, she never made an appointment on time except for the one that mattered. 

I looked over at her and suddenly the effect from the previous day flashed through me. "Oh, you're late?" I asked. I sipped my coffee from the big mug, noting her 'to go' cup. I said nothing else. I was so distracted, I could not find much to say. My cock however, did get quite hard. 

Ms. Hamilton regarded me for a moment. "I only have a few minutes. Aren't you going to do something to try to convince me to go out with you?" 

Through my haze, I looked at her and something about her comment set my teeth on edge. This woman was beautiful. She was full-bodied in the Rita Hayworth, Tina Turner, Jennifer Lopez, Kim Kardashian sense of a full figure. She had a mane of blond hair that clothed her in a penumbra of light. Her hair was light but thick, tending to frizz the lower on her back it lay. Her eyes were blue, her face clear but for a freckle just below her left cheekbone. Her breasts were large, her hips broad, her ass curved and full. Her legs were strong, stoutly shaped but with no hint of dough. She looked and acted strong. Her hands did not have the plumpness you sometimes see with full-figured women. They were long and delicate, tapered and long. Her arms were shapely and lean in contrast to the rest of her body. She was my perfect blond. 




Extending the MILF List Ch. 01



"Well?" She said into my silence. 

I looked at her. "You have it too good but not good enough. Never good enough, right?" I smirked. I took out her card and lay it on the table. "Got a pen handy?" I asked, ignoring the one in my own pocket, geek-like. 

Ms. Hamilton stared at me for a moment then got a pen out of her purse. I took it and wrote down my phone number on her card. I pushed both towards her. "Here is my number. If you want to stop being a cunt, call me. I am a good guy but I will not be a carpet for you. You look like you would be a great fuck but a great fuck and a great woman can be two different things. To be with me, you have to be a fantastic woman, in and out of bed." I stood up. "I have pretty high standards. I presume you do also. If I see you again, be prepared to tell me something you actually care about, something you actually want out of life. I think you have been toying with the world just because you can. Animals always eat what they catch. Only humans want to domesticate things for later use. Unless you are a squirrel and are just collecting nuts." 

I walked away. My head pounded, my temples throbbed with the tension. 

This was the first clash between the lessons of the MILF list and the taunts of a lonely heart. It would not be the last. 

This was the first encounter with the fatal mistake lots of people make. I put myself into a corner. I had no way to call her—not because I did not have her number but because I had handed that right to call over to her exclusively. Thinking about what I had done on the way home was instructive. It clanged around in my brain. I went to class only to find the professor had canceled it which left me twisting in the wind. I had no desire to return home. I was walking out of the classroom when a kid on a bicycle dropped off of it and dashed up to me. 

"You Sonny Duncan?" The kid said. 

I nodded.

"Telegram for you." He said. "Sign here." He grinned. "I get a grand just for finding you, today. Can you believe that? Who sends telegrams anymore? And who would pay a grand to have it hand delivered?" 

I sighed and he mounted his bike and streaked away. I opened the yellowed envelop. I thought I knew who it was and I was right. It was signed "SID". 

It read: Cici arrived Hong Kong safe. STOP. Congratulations. STOP. You are in. STOP. Expect contact before end of the year. STOP. Will be in touch. STOP SID STOP. 

I stood there for a moment, nonplussed. This is my story and if you get no pussy and don't know any rich guys who like you, who gives a fuck? It takes "event" to make a story. All the usual things that make sense and are logical and consistent and predictable, those things are boring and common. Who writes a fucking story about common and predictable and boring things? 

I was just about to do a little happy dance but my phone rang. My heart skipped a beat and then ten before I breathed, looked at the phone and everything went back to normal. I thought perhaps Dee Dee Hamilton was calling to pant after my Adonis-like body but no, it was just Laura Wills. I had one of those stupid moments when I realized that my emotions were all caddywompus. Here I was disappointed that Laura Wills, my blond MILF was calling instead of the unplundered blond I had just met. That Laura was calling soaked through my addled brain and I answered. 

The brief euphoria crashed on the shoals the moment I heard Laura's sobs. 

"Sonny? Sonny? Are you there." 

"Mrs. Wills," I replied guardedly then realized how horrible that must sound. Whatever happened, she was calling because she needed something. "Laura? What's the matter?" 

"Can, can you meet me? I'll be at The Cantankerous Cant in ten minutes." She went silent for a moment. "Oh, my, I never thought. Do, do you need me to pick you up?" 

I gulped. "No, I have a car. I can meet you there." 

The Cantankerous Cant was a seadog themed bar and grill, with lots of anchors and ropes the size of my wrist for decorations. Laura was in the back with a tall glass of something I suspected was not any sort of cola. Well, maybe a little cola. She'd ordered one for me. It was a Long Island Iced Tea. I took a hit and shook my head. 

"What day is it?" I said, trying to comment on the strength of her selection. 

"Wednesday." Laura said.

Her literal response told me she was unsettled sufficiently that I should not toy with her any at all. So, being a smart ass and unable to avoid teasing beautiful women who would fuck me if I demanded it, I kept silent. 

Laura drank from her glass. "Sonny, I think my marriage is over." The tears followed and after a few gasping minutes of choking sobs and near hysteria that made no sense, she finally calmed. She told me the story. Out of no where, Jeb had returned. He said they needed to talk. They sat down in their house and he opened by telling her he knew what she had been doing with us, me and the guys. She started to cry and ask forgiveness but he waved her away. She said he did not care about that and she did not know how to think about that. It shocked her. This, this was the moment she had figured would pull her back into her suburban housewife existence—being confronted by an enraged husband. Instead her world twisted out of control. 

Jeb told her she could fuck the "kids" (kids he called us!). However, he said, she had to decide if she wanted him or her brothers. When Laura said that she broke down again. "He knows. He, he knew all along and never said anything. Why now?" 

I thought it possible that darling Chris had spilled the beans but did not go there. So I shrugged. I was lost as to why she had called me. 

Finally, sniffling and blowing her cute little (red) nose, she continued. Jeb gave her the ultimatum, him or her brothers. "I could not agree to that." Laura said. The moment she said that, her back straightened and the shattered woman disappeared. In her place appeared a wholly different woman. "If I agreed to that, he would bind me up and I would be back where I was when you took me on your kitchen table while your mother watched us. I was bound up and my only outlet was Jordan and Blake. They, they were my only outlet. I, until you, until you boys, I never once stepped out on Jeb. I, I know he did. I know he did things with other women but I never had a reason to make an issue of it. I kept myself for Blake and Jordan and when they were here, I could release myself to them. I have, oh Sonny, I am so eager for them to find out about who I am now and do things to me they always talked about while, while, oh while I was under one of them. They discussed doing all the things you boys did to me, with me right there, often while one or the other had me on my back, while they were inside of me, they discussed me like I was not even present. You know, what they were going to do to me in some fantastic future. It always made me so high I thought it was fear but it was, it turns out it was excitement. I never knew. 

"If I let Jeb rob me of that, I will resent him for the rest of my life and his. That is no good for either of us. So, so I told him no." Her eyes glistened with new tears but she did not break down again. Her voice remained steady even while tears tracked down her cheeks. "I, I don't know what he is going to do. I never thought he was vindictive but when I refused to promise what he wanted, he simply stood up and walked out. He closed the door, he did not slam it but closed it and then returned to say he would not be here for Thanksgiving. 

"Sonny, he seemed so, so cold, so distant. I saw no sign he was hurt or anything and that is usually a sign that he is furious. I always hated his cold silences, never talking to me and to Chrissy when he was upset or angry or something. I could only tell early in our marriage when he did not take me for a few days. He, he was very demanding in bed and I," here she blushed and smiled a wan, sheepish smile. "Well, Sonny, you know me, I responded well to being dragged into the bedroom and left panting for more. Sometimes I would go weeks without responding to him or having time to before he was done and gone. Then Blake or Jordan would appear and I would explode for them." She shook her head. "I cannot give them up. When everything is haywire, I can still release myself to their good services and come like a freight train." She shook her head again. "I cannot give that up." Her voice was soft, like she was talking to herself. 

After a few minutes and a new round of heavy iced tea, when she did not speak again, I did. "So, Laura, are you just venting or, or is there something in particular you need or want from me?" I was trying to be delicate but if I was too much later, things would be really difficult when I got home. Not that I knew what I would find there. 

Laura's eyes cleared. She nodded. "Of course, Sonny. I, yes, I need to tell you what I want, why I called you." Then she bowed her head to hide the crimson blush that flushed her face. She looked up at me. "Oh Sonny, can I ask this of you?" 

Again, I did not feel like she was asking me anything. So I sat regarding her as sympathetically as a guy can when he has no idea what the fuck is going on. 

"Blake, oh and Jordan too, their divorces, they have had difficult times of it. Their daughters refuse to see them. Did you ever meet Shay and, and Lizzy?"

I nodded. Had I ever. Both Blake and Jordan had married women who looked like Laura, both blonds. Small surprise that, given what I knew about them and their sister. The daughters were, well, spectacular. The ex-wives were no slouches either. I had not seen them in maybe six or eight years. The girls were both older than Chris and I by four years. Last time I saw them they were just getting to model age and they looked it. My cock got hard just thinking about them. I was beginning to think that I was ruined for polite company for the rest of my life. Fucking MILFs!

"When Blake lost custody and did not even get visitation rights, it nearly ruined him. I," she blushed deeply again, "I could not even get him up the time I saw him when all that was going on. I sucked and sucked and finally we just went to bed and he wept in my arms. It, it was horrifying. Jordan never showed me much. He had joint custody but Paula was so angry with him, I don't know the whole story." She glanced at her phone. "It is getting late. I'll get to it."

Her eyes found mine and she grinned sweetly. "I am nervous, Sonny. I, I know I have not been able to ask anything of you to this point and so, well, I worry that asking something of you might not be... " 

I patted the space between us, "Mrs. Wills, give it no thought." I thought I had figured out what she was going to ask me. She wanted me to go with Chris to get the new wives out of the house so she could do her brothers. And they could take her. Uh huh. I love thinking I know shit. It is so deliciously comfortable. Reality, however, has to make you laugh or you just give up and quit trying to figure anything out at all. If you worry about being wrong, you lose the inclination to try. I was not worried but I should have been. Oh, not because I had much to worry about, but because my grasp of the future was always insufficient and showed a true lack of imagination. Being sure I know shit is just stupid and sometimes dangerous. 

"Sonny," Laura spoke into the pregnant silence, "I, uh, can, I can I ask you to uh do something for me?" She glanced down at the time on her phone. How it got to be seven so fast, I did not know. 

I don't know what got into me but I got really hungry in that instant and suddenly I wanted to just fuck with Mrs. Wills once more for old time sakes. "Why don't we order something to eat. Two of these 'teas' leads to taxis and that can be difficult this time of night, the day before Thanksgiving." I thought of my sisters, slaving at home over turkey, pies and salads and dressing and whatever. I wondered if they were going to be pissed off. I signed for a waiter and Mrs. Wills and I ordered. It was not like I could explain to the girls what I was doing. If their bickering was any indication, I should not be explaining myself to them anyway. 

Strangely, Laura and I sat in silence waiting for the food. When my hamburger arrived I started to eat. "So? Are you ready to ask something of me or not?" 

Laura looked at me. She had been eying her chicken sandwich like it was covered in chocolate. "You never answered me. Can, can I ask you to do something for me?" 

Women are so strange. If she had been a man, she would have been taking bids and trying to see what I would give her for the "favor". She honestly thought she was going to be putting me out. Well, that is not irrational. There was some risk, would be some risk. 

"Laura, of course. With all the cock I have fed into you, you have banked a lot of good will." 

She smiled and glanced down at the grilled chicken. She took a dainty bite and dabbed at her mouth. She chewed and looked up at me. "I want you to seduce my sisters." She said finally. 

I was surprised. I did not expect that. My lack of expression and response reflected in her eyes as fear. 

But then those beautiful blues hardened. She straightened her back and thrust her breasts at me. "I want you to seduce them. What I want, I want them to uh join us, Blake and Jordan and me." 

"What about Chris?" I asked too quickly. 

"Chris?" 

"What are you going to do, lock him in the basement?" Not the best question. For the briefest moment I forgot about the basement and the implements of pleasure that awaited Laura when she got home. I thought about Annie. I had not seen her since my mother scarpered off to China to lay down for her husband. What a mess! How could any right-thinking person make sense out of my life. I gave up, preferring instead to just pick the ripe fruit I could reach and not worry about fattening the calf. 

Laura colored. "Oh, Chris? Oh my, yes, what about Chris?" She closed her eyes. "How could I forget about him?" It was a real question. Her blush vanished like a doused flame and she turned pasty white. How she did that without much transition at all, I never quite understood. Then she shook her head. "I invited Mrs. Kingston to join us for Thanksgiving since Sid is out of town. It would be a shame for her to be alone." 

For a moment I got a knot in my stomach thinking that Mrs. Wills would realize Mom was gone and invite me and the blisters to her house. I had my denial all coiled for presentation but she blithely passed over it. I felt slighted but immediately felt ridiculous as well. 

"What am I to do with Annie? She, she is certain to know something is happening. She, she'll want to give my brothers a try." Laura was musing out loud again and I felt the eavesdropper. Her eyes focused, then shifted to me. "Oh my, Sonny, I need you to do something else for me." She put fingers to her lips. "I, I need you to get Annie out of the way, keep her occupied, uh, Friday." She suddenly shook her head. "Oh bollocks!" She growled. "This is never going to work. Oh shit! This is impossible!" 

I felt the despair emanating from the blond woman. In the face of her pending tears, my lizard brain granted me a fine and glorious boon. "Laura, think a minute. You need to get Chris and the sisters out of the house and to keep Annie 'occupied' without everyone knowing the situation. I'll take Annie with me when I go with Chris to take the sisters-in-law to the madhouse for Black Friday." I had an idea. I had to see how things developed. "Do you think Annie would go?" 

Laura nodded, the tears receding back to where they originated. "She loves fighting over things in the stores. She went alone last year because Caren and Elizabeth did not want to get up early enough. They love all the boutiques here but Chris refused to get up at four to take them down to Main Street in old down. Annie went without them." She stopped, finally seeing at least part of the possibility. "You, you think you can get Chris to get up early?" 

"If, if he thinks he will get to fuck his aunts." I said. "And, and if he thinks he can, uh, do you in front of your brothers."

Laura gasped and her eyes got wide. For all the various twists we had put into her and put her through, it was so odd to see her amazed and a little shocked at what I was suggesting. 

"You need the Aunts to fuck Chris and, then, for him to fuck you. It, it keeps things balanced." I shook my head. I wondered if everyone I met would end up fucking everyone else. Fuck but I loved variety! My cock was hard. Then it wilted a little bit. "Wait a tick. I don't do mercy fucks. Are Caren and Elizabeth fuckable?" I think I put a little too much concern into my tone. 

Suddenly Laura sat back and laughed, giggling with a hand over her mouth. She shook with it and after a few moments of it, I realized it was tension uncoiling inside of her. She fairly shook with laughter. Then abruptly she mastered herself and began to fuss with her purse. "You have not met them, have you? Here they are. That was only three years ago. If anything, they are better looking." She held out her open wallet. Twin pictures showed her brothers with women much younger than they in wedding dresses. 

I gulped. "Fuckable." I said softly, staring. "Definitely fuckable." 

"More than me?" 

I tore my eyes away from the two pictures. "I can fuck you anytime I like. These two, they are strange, new pussy. They, they won't know what hit them. That, that is so much fun! Surprising climaxes are always the best. I'll call Annie tonight. She'll go with us. It will be a challenge to see if I can distract her from shopping." 

Laura Wills chuckled. "I would love to see that."

"You can come along." I said, smirking. 

Laura caught the sentiment and cocked her head as she shook it, a sly smile on her lips. "Oh, I don't think so. But thanks." She sobered. "Uh, Chris...?" 

"He has to go. Then, then you have to fuck him while they all watch. I think Annie would like a little strange too. Think your brothers would mind?" 

Laura's eyes widened. "The Wills family orgy and, and Annie?" She shook her head. "I never imagined that." 

"No, I am sure you didn't. That is why you called me." 

Laura nodded, grinning. "Yes, Sonny, that was why I called you." 

If only she knew. 

Thanksgiving dawned with gray skies. By nine the girls were up and cooking. By the time I emerged from the shower, the house was suffused with the cloying goodness of Thanksgiving cooking in America. Wow, what a smell! We ate around noon. Mom always said that if you ate early, you could get into the pies again at least once or twice before the day was over. It was odd sitting at the table and chowing down on turkey and dressing, cranberry sauce and mashed potatoes and green bean casserole. Then came the pies and the pain they always cause me. As my Mom used to tell me, I had eyes that were bigger than my stomach. Inert on the couch, nap to the muffled sounds of football and then more pie. 

It seemed like my sisters has declared a truce. I asked them as slyly as my turkey-intoxicated brain could if they were doing the Black Friday. They all looked at each other and then all said "no" at the same time. I figured that after they discovered I was gone, they would be pissed. But they would look foolish and with elder sisters, that is both an art and a reward in itself. 

The night before I had made contact with Chris and he said he'd arrange with his Aunts for a Black Friday adventure. I thought about telling him Annie was coming but then tactically left that out. That would have made him suspicious. I don't know what he was thinking and did not ask. Annie, however, was completely suspicious. When I called her and invited her to go with us, she asked where. I had already told her the time and day, figuring she would jump to the more likely conclusion. She neither jumped nor concluded. She asked if Chris was going. When I confirmed it, she grunted and hung up. Her grunt meant, "yes" but I still left time to get her up when I set my alarm. Chris called Thanksgiving evening and confirmed a 4:30 pickup. I said we'd take my car. I woke around four, just before the alarm, to tell you the truth. I always did that when I was nervous or eager for the morning event I was attending on a schedule. 




Extending the MILF List Ch. 01



I arrived at Annie's house and found her dressed and ready to go. When I opened the back door to her house, she turned of the light and made her way toward me. I waited till she was close. I pulled her close and she melded with me. I kissed her and gripped her ass in both hands. She flowed against me, moaning into my mouth. I tasted the tooth paste on her lips. I broke free of her. 

"Annie, darling, how are you this morning?" 

"Horny, Sonny. Are you fucking me today?" 

Her arms were around my neck so she felt me nod my head. 

"Good. Chris, he not fuck me since his father come home. I hate holidays, everyone distracted." 

I turned her in my arms and lifted the woolen skirt she wore. She looped her arms back over her head and around my neck, draping herself against me while I wadded her skirt into my hands as I pulled it up her legs. The Chinese woman shivered when I found the bare skin of her thighs above the thigh-highs she wore for warmth. I felt higher to her pussy and pulled down her panties, stroking a finger over the lips of her pussy. She was damp and shuddered at my touch. I put a finger into her body and she tensed. Her hips bucked once and then she ground her little ass up and back against my now very hard cock. I pressed my finger through the clinching folds of her body while she trembled against me. 

"Ah Sonny, good, good." She hissed. 

She hissed again when I pulled my finger out of her and wiped it on her skirt. I could smell her. 

"Fuck me, Sonny." She grumbled. "I want you inside." 

I was tempted. I looked at my phone, lighting her face while I checked the time. "We have to go." I said. Annie writhed against me, her little body pulsing with a kindled need. What a woman! She fucked us all whenever we wanted her and still could be demanding as a hyena. 

I separated from her and with her hand in mine, walked through the hedge over to the Wills house. 

The light was on in the kitchen. I saw Chris first and then the two blond Aunts. They stood in a little triangle sipping from coffee cups. I pulled Annie up the steps and knocked on the glass. Chris squinted in my direction and caught sight of us. His eyes widened a little. They sat down the cups and came out onto the back deck with us. I led them to the car and thence to the Main street mall. We were not alone. Chris introduce his Aunt Lizzy and Aunt Caren once we got to the car. They knew Annie already. The "Aunts" were young, late twenties or early thirties I guessed. They were bundled but what I could see looked good. Both wore black stretch pants. Their lithe legs disappeared under bulky coats that hid ass and tits so I could only guess at what they had underneath. 

Neither seemed particularly talkative. That changed when they returned with their first set of bags. Chris and I stayed with the car and the three women streaked off into the dawning darkness. On their return, they chattered like sparrows in a lilac bush in the evening. I opened the trunk and stowed their bags. The two Aunts set off. Chris went with them this time, leaving Annie behind. She stood there, leaning against the car. I heard Chris explaining the arrangement. 

"... having an affair. It is so embarrassing sometimes, how they carry on." Chris was saying. 

Annie apparently heard because she stepped over to me and looped hear arms around my neck and presented her lips to me, her head cocked back. I kissed her passionately till she was breathless. I glimpsed Chris and Aunts disappearing around a corner. It was still dark. These women were pros when it came to shopping. They had packed themselves like Andes Lamas in less than two hours. The first light was just cracking the eastern sky. Annie's hands found my pants and began to rub herself into my cock, beyond what the kiss had begun. As I hardened, she unzipped my pants and tried to get my cock out. She knelt as soon as the chill air touched my cock head. She fit her lips over the head and plunged it into her mouth, licking and humming. I was immediately straining to push deeper down her throat but she pulled away, stood and left me dangling in more ways than one. My orgasm had galloped close only to veer away as she released me. She turned and walked jauntily away. A car approached, the headlights flashing over me. I turned my back and corrected my condition, somewhat painfully, tucking Mr. Happy away out of sight. When I turned around again, Annie was out of sight. 

I got into the car and sipped cocoa from a thermos I had brought from home. 

So far, I had not had much interaction with the two blonds. When they returned, however, they were wound up. Poor Chris was staggering. How three women could make that amount of purchases in so short a time, I could not imagine. I got out of the car and realized I had dozed. The day had arrived; it was light outside. I watched the four of them waddle towards me and checked the time. Nearly eight. 

They filled the trunk. I mean, it was filled. Not packed like pate into a can, but with decorations and knickknacks that could not be crushed. I hoped I understood my timing right. I suggested we return to the Wills home to empty the trunk and all agreed. We were going to go get some breakfast after we dropped off the stuff they had already purchased and return for round two. My idea was to sit down and eat; their's was a McMuffin or a Cinnabon. I figured we'd negotiate that later. 

It is funny when people get intoxicated, women by shopping in particular. They did not remark on the fact that I parked on the back of their block and we had to make it through the backyard into the Kingston's yard. I suggested we hit up Jordan and Blake to help us carry their haul inside so we walked up to the back door, carrying nothing. I told them the front was full of cars and we would be closer parking in the back and they accepted it. I led the way through the hedge and up to the steps. I did not go further. Our timing was perfect. 

I felt one of the blonds, Elizabeth I think brush up against me and go completely still. The other blond was chattering and then went silent. 

"Lizzy, what's wrong" She said and then I heard her gasp. 

I moved back a step and then got behind Elizabeth. She was not moving, staring at the tableau before us. 

Laura Wills was stark naked. Not a stitch on. One of her brothers was in front of her, the other was behind her, obviously looking down at her well-shaped and bare ass. 

"What the hell is going on here?" Elizabeth asked no one in particular, her voice ran up the register on the way to becoming a mind-numbing screech. I grabbed her, looping an arm around her waist and clamping a hand over her mouth. 

Caren began to speak but I overrode her. 

"Grab her, Chris. Keep her quiet." I hissed. I felt rather than saw them struggle and then heard a woman squeak. 

"Be still, Aunt Caren. Don't move." Chris spoke softly. 

"Listen." I began, "I don't know what is happening in there but, but we cannot, should not interfere. I don't think." I wanted to put some logic behind the assertion but could find none. Elizabeth was struggling against me but her hands were ineffectual, holding onto my wrist. Then she stopped moving and I redirected my attention to the Wills house. 

In the well-lit living room, Laura fumbled with the brother before her, with his pants, that is. He was dressed in Banana Republic chic and a long sleeve shirt. Laura got his belt and trousers open. They slunk down his legs. She got carefully to her knees, her bare breasts bobbing as she did so. She pulled his briefs down his legs, releasing a fine, very hard cock. She gripped it in one hand and pursed her lips, blowing on the tip. That brother lifted his chin, looking up at the ceiling. His hands found her shoulders, then one moved to the back of her head. 

Behind me, I heard Caren squeak, a garbled protestation that barely escaped the hand over her mouth. That meant the brother Laura was about the blow must be Jordan. 

Laura sucked the cock into her mouth. It disappeared past her lips, into her mouth and deep into her throat. Nude as she was, surely all of us saw the bump appear on the side of her neck. Just when I thought we were going to see her blow him good, she stood up, leaving his cock glistening in the air. He looked down in shock but relaxed when he saw his brother guiding Laura to the back of the chair. She bent over it and held still while he felt between her legs. Blake's trousers opened and dropped, he tore down his briefs. He positioned himself and thrust into her. We could only see his bare ass and the vague outline of the woman bent before him. He pumped against her. 

As soon as the man entered Laura, I felt Elizabeth stiffen and then she groaned softly. Then she began to struggle against me. I held her tight till she ceased. Before us, Laura was being fucked from behind by her brother. 

"Let's get them out of here." I hissed and slowly we backed out of the line of sight of the house, through the hedge into the Kingston's yard. Chris had released Caron. The blond stood there staring the way we had just come. I released Elizabeth. I expected both to jabber but neither spoke or indeed made even a sound. 

I knew what I was going to do. "Come on. We need to get out of here." I said softly. The two women did not respond. I took hold of Elizabeth's hand and led her back the way we had come. She followed docilely enough. At the car, she got into the back seat immediately. Chris led Caron around to the other side and got into the middle, even though he did not fit there very well. I had to admire him, sitting between his Aunts was a wise move. 

Annie rode shotgun. I drove. For a few minutes I thought about just riding around but then decided that no matter what, going back to my house was a good idea. For several minutes no one said anything. I give Annie lots of credit. She did not make a sound. She just rolled with it. 

"Where are we going?" Caron asked. 

"To my house. Do you really want to go someplace public?"

Silence, then she squeaked "no", like someone was pinching her ass. 

A couple minutes later, Elizabeth finally exploded. "Jesus Christ, did you see that? My husband, my fucking husband...!" 

"Their sister!" Caron finished. "Their, their, they were, were, they were... with their sister!" I saw her lean forward to look around Chris. "I saw that, right? I, I didn't imagine that did I?" 

"She sucked Jordan and then Blake, Blake, he, he fucked her." Elizabeth said from behind me. "Jesus fucking Christ!" She growled. "I do not believe what I just saw!" She groaned. "Oh Chris, what you must be thinking! Seeing, seeing that! Oh, my poor boy! I am so, so sorry." 

I almost laughed. Not because of the situation but because she was only a few years older then Chris, calling him "poor boy" like that! What bullshit. It made me laugh. 

"Oh Chris, I am sorry you had to see that."

I tensed, waiting for Chris to speak. 

Annie beat him too it. "Chris Mom is hot. She suck good. She want them to fuck her." Her accent seemed to take the edge off her words somehow. 

Silence. "God, you're right. She did, she did seem to want it, didn't she?" Caron said, wonder in her voice. 

I liked the way the conversation was going but we arrived at my house and it ended. I could see lights from inside which told me my blisters were home. "Shit" I thought, which shows what I know. 

I got everyone out of the car and then led them into the house and right up stairs to Mom's room. I made no effort to introduce anyone. I led them upstairs. Mom's bedroom has a straight backed chair by her bathroom door, an easy chair in the opposite corner, a dresser and a little dressing table with lights around it like you see in the dressing rooms in the movies. The two blonds walked into the room, one went to one side of the bed and the other to the other. Chris took the easy chair and I leaned on the dresser. Annie settled the manner. 

She had been last in our procession, which by the way, my sisters had watched from the kitchen table where they were having pie for breakfast, leftover from Thanksgiving. Strange, but true. I made no effort to introduce anyone. Annie was last into the room and she immediately closed the door. I glimpsed Tawny just at the head of the stairs as the door closed. Her eyes were wide. 

The door closed, Annie turned to survey the room and then walked over to me. She put her arms around me and looked up at me, her mouth parted. When I did not move, she said, "Seeing Mrs. Vills like that make me horny, Sonny. You, you want me now? We have audience like you like. Bet two blonds never see someone fuck right in front of them." She giggled. "You fuck me, they see fine now." Then she kissed me, pressing her vibrating body against me as she did so. She was so excited! I could not help it, my eyes closed and I returned her kiss. My hands found her little butt and ground her against my leg. She moaned into my mouth. 

Yeah, like I was the one who got off on having an audience... wait a tick, she might have something there, though I was sure she shared the thrill. Kissing her like that, prelude to a fuck, noisy and messy while her body pulsed against me, her hips clearly making the motion necessary to portray what she wanted, it fired me. 

"My heavens." Caren said softly. 

"No shit." Elizabeth added. "We need to go." 

I broke the kiss and looked at her. Her face was flushed, her eyes dark and tight. "Where do you want to go?" I asked huskily. Annie moved her mouth to the side of my neck, and nuzzled and nipped at me there. My hands continued to massage her ass. Part of me wanted the blonds to go. "Chris, you can use my car. Take them back." I reached up to Annie's head and bent her back and kissed her. She growled as I covered her mouth with mine.

Chris spoke into the silence, letting his aunts watch Annie and I for a couple before saying anything. "They have been having an affair for several months. She, she comes over to my house and they do it. Mom, I think she knows but she has not said much about it." Chris said. "You can hardly blame them."

"I do blame them." Caren said. "They are shameless."

"Don't temp him, Aunt Caren. Mrs. Kingston," here Chris chuckled, "she likes to shock people. She'd do him in the middle of Main but Sonny, he likes to keep her reined in." 

"Uh huh." Elizabeth said softly. 

Annie broke the kiss. She was panting. Her body was tense and vibrant, the panting was real, the need was real, the desire was real. When she reached between us and began to stroke her lovely little hand up and down the ridge of my hard cock, I decided. She struggled free of my arms and then got to her knees. 

"Oh my god, Lizzy, are you seeing this?" Caren asked. 

I looked up at Elizabeth and held her fierce gaze while Annie unbuckled my belt, opened my pants and shucked them down my thighs. When Annie pulled the band of my briefs out over my hard cock and then down, both blonds gasped. 

"We should leave." Elizabeth said. Neither woman moved. 

My cock appeared but Annie engulfed me so quickly, the blonds likely go no more than a glimpse. I tried to stare intently at them but my eyes kept going shut as Annie worked my cock into first her mouth and then her throat. When her mouth was locked around the base of my cock, she snorted and then sucked on me hard. I thought I was going to blast right then. Her hand massaged my cock and balls and squeezed just right. My initial climax retreated and I felt wistful as it departed. Annie had me completely hard. She pulled off of my cock and stood up. 

With a couple zips and buttons undone, she dropped her skirt. She went over to the bed, pushing Elizabeth toward the head of it and lay down. "Come fuck me, Sonny." She said clearly. She grasped her panties and quickly skimmed them down her hips and legs and off. She lay on the bed, nude at the crotch but with her thigh highs on. She lay back,her legs open, waiting. 

I hesitated but no one else was moving. My cock bobbed before me in the silence, glinting with Annie's saliva. I kicked off my shoes and then stripped off my pants. My shirt followed and I was naked in front of Chris' two aunts. Neither moved or spoke. Elizabeth stared at my eyes, fierce and intense, Caren focused on my cock, following it all the way to the bed. Only when I stood in arm's length did Elizabeth break her gaze from mine and look down at my hard cock. 

I got onto the bed. Annie parted her legs and I knee walked between them. She took eager hold of my cock and bent it down towards her pussy. She hunched up and touched the end to her bulging lips. I bent over her and the head of my cock penetrated her pussy. I pulled back, leaving her body and she mewled. I sank back onto my heels and grabbed Annie by the hips, pulling her up my thighs. Her hands found my cock once more and she fit it back into her pussy. I literally jammed her onto my cock, pulling her up my things. It was awkward but the position put pressure on the top of her insides and cinched my cock down so it would not move. I leaned over her canted body and began to unbutton her blouse. Her sheathed legs skated over my bare back. I could not reach her bra strap easily and when I gripped her hips and pulled her hard onto my cock and held her there, she reached behind her back and unsnapped her little bra. Her hands pushed it up off her breasts. I moved my hands to cover her breasts, mashing then squeezing them. 

"They really are fucking, right here in front of us." Caren said wonderingly. 

"I see that." Elizabeth said. "Caren, listen to me, you know as well as I do what we saw back there." 

Annie squeaked when I twisted both nipples at the same time. Her hips bumped up but that released my cock. She slid down my legs. I released her tits and got to all fours over her, between her splayed legs. She grabbed my cock and directed it once more to her pussy. When it was well positioned, I let it sink down, piercing her as it descended. 

Annie groaned and her hips popped up. She was not fully relaxed and she caught on my cock. When she fell back, she sighed and then moaned, her head wagging back and forth on the bed. "Fuck me, Sonny. Fuck me." 

I stretched out my legs and lay down on her, sinking my cock deeply into the panting, gasping woman. 

"Oh my eyes!" Caren muttered. "I, I cannot look away." 

"Do, do you want to divorce him over this?" Elizabeth said. Her voice hovered over me and I imagined her eyes on me as I rose up and rammed my cock into Annie again. Annie lurched under me. 

"Caren? I asked... "

"I know what you asked. Just shut up a minute. Have you ever...?"

"No. Never. Not like that. Not like this. Never. Oh god, never." Elizabeth's voice was taut. 

"What do we do?" Caren asked. 

I kept waiting for Chris to inject himself into this conversation but there was nothing from him. I rose up and hammered deep into Annie again and against she gasped and her hips punched up at me, grinding us together. A shiver ran through her and then she grunted as a small little orgasm teased her and danced out of reach. Her hips began to pound at me, pumping my cock in and out of her as fast as she could; which was pretty fast. 

"She's going to come." Elizabeth said softly, a sort of sensuous awe in her voice. 

I bent over Annie and sucked one breast hard into my mouth. I judged her condition correctly and I felt her tense and then she shrieked, thrashing under me. "Oh, oh, oh, yes, Sonny, Son, Son, Sonny fuh, fuh, fuck me!" I just held still while she rammed herself up and onto me. When I bit down on her nipple, she exploded, screaming with her whole body as the orgasm crashed through her. 

"Holy Jesus." Caren said softly. 

My orgasm found and pounced on me. I tried to keep bent over Annie's torso but as the flashing pleasure ran through me, I lost contact with her. I rose up on my hands and hammered Annie hard to the bed, cramming her full of cock over and over again till the tipping point arrived and I actually began to come. I dropped into her pussy and pumped into her over and over again, filling her with a full course of cum. Our intercourse was complete and satisfyingly so. 




Extending the MILF List Ch. 01



"Oh god!" I groaned. 

"He is coming in her." Caren's voice whispered. 

"I know." Elizabeth whispered back. 

Annie had screamed loud enough the neighbors might have heard. Certainly my sisters downstairs knew what they were hearing, the call of an orgasmic woman pinioned by a cock on their mother's bed. 

I collapsed. 

Visions of Laura, nude and compliant danced behind my closed eyes. I covered Annie and she went still, though her hips continued to flex up at me, so I knew she wasn't dead. When she began to squeeze my cock with her pussy, I discovered I was not dead too. What a relief! 

A silence followed, though it seemed like I was panting loud enough to change the weather. My cock hardened again inside of Annie and she began to pump herself onto me from below. I admired her ambition. 

"No. No, Lizzy, I do not want to divorce my husband." 

"Good. I, I don't want to divorce Blake either." 

I turned my head so I could see past Annie's frizzy black hair, so I could look up at Elizabeth. She was looking across us at her sister. 

"But, but can we just imagine that we did not see, see that?" 

"Ohhhh, no. No way. I'll, I may never be able to get the image of Jordan's cock in her mouth out of my mind." Caren's voice quavered. 

"I know but maybe I don't want to." Elizabeth said. I could see her fierce eyes and they were not looking at my naked butt. "Think about this, Caren, they, that was, they are brother and sister."

"Oh I know!" Caren cried out, her voice conveying her unease. 

"No, I mean think about it! They were having sex with their sister. She is no threat to us. They must have gotten up and caught her nude and that just happened." 

Here Chris did speak. "Oh for Christ's sake, Aunt Elizabeth, do you really think this was the first time? Why do you think she always makes me take you two out shopping after Thanksgiving? Do you really think my mother is just being kind? I have pictures for shit sake. She has been fucking Uncle Blake and Uncle Jordan since I was fourteen. At least that long, because that was when I first caught them."

I was about to lift off of Annie but she pulled me tight and locked her stocking-covered legs around me. She whispered into my ear, "fuck them." She said. "I eat them, you fuck them." 

What a fucking woman! 

"See?" Elizabeth went on. "See? This is just between them. Have you had or do you have any suspicion that Jordan is doing it with anyone else?" 

"No. Not really." Caren said softly. 

"I know Blake isn't. I know it." Elizabeth said, her voice pulsed with breathy gasps. 

I sat up. Annie stayed pinned onto my cock and she continued to bump and grind as best she could. 

"You two, you should fuck Sonny. That would balance things out." Chris said from his place in the chair. 

"Oh Lord, no." Caren said softly.

"He's right, Caren." Elizabeth said. "We fuck him, then, then we can go back and face our husbands knowing what we know and not bring it up. We can leave it alone. That is what you want, right? To leave it alone?"

"I wish it had not happened. Why did I have to see that? Why?" Caren's voice was plaintive. I looked over at her and her eyes were fixed on where I was buried in Annie's little body. "I, I don't think I can do that." 

"Sure you can, Aunt Caren." Chris said. 

I was watching Caren and for a moment I thought Chris had blundered so I pulled my cock out of Annie's writhing body. It was swathed with our cum. Caren did not look away. I felt Elizabeth pat me on the shoulder. She had moved closer to the bed. 

"Stand up, Sonny." She said, her voice rasping and low. 

I did not question but did as directed. The demure blond woman got carefully to her knees and put a thumb and forefinger to my cock. She turned me and then licked at the end.

"Lizzy, oh Lizzy, what are you doing?"

Elizabeth looked away from my cock at her sister and I wanted to grab her head and make her pay attention. She licked her lips. "I am going to suck him, Caren, then he is going to fuck you." Her eyes drifted back to my cock. "I, I have never tasted a woman like this before." Her lips parted and she kissed the crown of my cock. Her tongue snaked out and caressed me for a moment. Her head pulled back and she looked up at me. The moment stretched. She knew what she was doing. 

Of the two blonds, Elizabeth Bourbon was the lesser of the two, less curves, less tits, less hips, less ass, less lips but not less looks. She had that "girl next door" look that makes a guy want to despoil her just to see what it would be like but figures such a thing would be impossible, only to find out she is crazy twisted far beyond those wholesome looks. She had perfect control over her wild side and that made her just a little scary. She looked from my eyes over at Caren Bourbon and grinned. 

"Do you want to get naked on your own or have this fine young man take off your clothes?" I loved the question but Elizabeth did not wait for any answer. She sucked the head of my cock past her lips and closed her eyes. When she backed away, her eyes did not open. "I love the feeling of the head of a trimmed cock on the roof of my mouth." She whispered, as though confessing something. 

Annie was up on her elbows watching this woman make love to my cock with her mouth. She scrambled past Caren on the other side of the bed and walked over to Chris, her shirt flapping about her torso. When Chris ignored her, she sat herself on his lap. He accepted her but kept staring at his Aunt's lips on my cock. Caren too, was staring at my cock as it slowly disappeared into Elizabeth's mouth. After a few trips down her throat, Elizabeth pulled off my cock and sat back on her heels. 

"There, Caren, now fuck him." She looked over at the other blond. "I see you decided to have him strip you." 

Caren hugged herself, squeezing her tits together. "I didn't decide anything." 

I disregarded her comment, walking around the bed to stand in front of her. I was nude. She was fully clothed and looked at me like I was trying to sell her dirty underwear. "This is never going to work if you don't want to play. I can take you back, if you like." 

She shook her head. "I, I have never done this before, messed around on Jordan. It feels, it feels... like I deserve it after what I saw." She unwrapped her arms from under her considerable breasts. She said nothing more but when I reached out to her blouse, she looked me in the eyes with a steady gaze. 

I moved closer. She wore a winter pants suit that hugged her form. Her narrow waist accented her hips and made her tits look larger, but that did not take much. I unbuttoned the bottom button of the blouse, the one closest to the waist band of her slacks. I pulled up on the blouse and untucked it, revealing one lower button. I left that and moved up, unbuttoning her blouse till her belly was showing, leaving the button just below the crest of her breasts buttoned. She shivered a little, her arms danging at her sides. I heard Chris groan and glanced over my shoulder to find Annie with his dick in her mouth, sucking him. When I looked back at Caren, she was staring past me. 

"Have you ever been with another woman?" I asked softly. 

Caren's eyes clicked back to me, uncomprehending, as my fingered released the top button of the pale blue blouse. She gulped. 

"Annie, Mrs. Kingston will go down on you if you'd let her. She likes variety." I muttered. Another button released and her cleavage appeared, a crease of flesh, delicious and smooth. The next button revealed the top of her bra and the next left her nearly bared. The last button remained but pulled tight. Her breasts, even confined in the flimsy bra pressed against the blouse. She was trembling like she was chilled. I ran a finger across the slope of her breasts; her skin was not chilly at all. 

"If, if you are doing to do this, please hurry or, or I might lose my nerve." She said, her voice squeaking. 

I nodded. My cock just brushed the skin of her belly as I reached around her to grasp for the hooks on her bra. Successful, it waffled and released her voluminous breasts. The one button remained and her clothing became a loose tangle. 

"Oh for fuck sake!" Elizabeth said, rounding the end of the bed. "Strip her and fuck her. This can't take all day." 

Her voice croaked and I realized she was in line and waiting, well, I thought that or hoped it. I may have been misreading the situation. Elizabeth released the last button, fairly butting me aside with her hip. Bra and blouse were removed and she released the slacks and skimmed them off the hips and down Caren's legs. Caren wore pantyhose over panties. Elizabeth did not hesitate but pushed the slacks to the floor. "Lift," she said and removed first one shoe then the other. The slacks followed. Caren balanced on her shoulders against the wall. Elizabeth rolled the pantyhose down the woman's legs and finally finished denuding her. "On the bed." She said, her voice a guttural growl. Caren complied.

Elizabeth turned to me. "Fuck her. I want you next, when you are done with her." 

"Not very romantic." I said, putting a slight whine in my voice.

"Whatever." Elizabeth said. "Do her or don't. I will fuck you if she doesn't." Her eyes were fierce. "My husband is, right this moment, balls deep in her sister. I want someone balls deep in me." She glanced at Caren who lay on the bed, her hands crossed over her crotch. 

Caren met the other woman's gaze but then, after a few moments, moved her hands and opened her legs. 

"Tell him what you want. He wants a little romance. Ask for it, Caren." Elizabeth reached for my cock and turned me so I was facing Caren full front. Caren's eyes fixed on my very hard cock. 

Behind me Chris began to grunt and groan. He was surely coming but I dared not give it a peek. Annie, however, began to suck loudly, slurping and hissing. 

"I, I want you to... " Caren hesitated, her eyes flicking past me. Then her eyes changed. "I want you to come over here young man, and I want you to get on the bed, get between my legs, kiss my breasts and enter me. I want to feel you shoving into me. I want you to fuck me and make me come. I want to feel you come inside of me, pouring your cum into me. I want you to fuck me. Yes, I do. I want you to fuck me and make me come, just like Jordan is fucking his sister this very moment. I want it. I do. Sonny, please, don't make me wait any longer. I want you to fuck me." Her voice rattled as she spoke. 

Elizabeth nodded and moved over to sit on the stool by the makeup table. 

I got onto the bed. I moved over the blond woman, her breasts sat high her her chest. I bent over her and kissed her on the lips. Her hands found my shoulders and held me. Her knees lifted and pressed against my sides. Her mouth opened and she panted as our tongues tangled and she moved a hand down to my cock. She wrapped her soft hand round it and just held onto me. The kiss ended and I tried to sit back on my heels but her hand kept hold of my cock.

"Kiss them." Caren mumbled. "My breasts. Kiss them, suck my nipples." 

I did. She arched her back, hissing as I sucked along the lower arch of one breast before taking the nipple into my mouth. I sucked hard at her breast and felt the nipple harden. I flicked it with my tongue.

"Oh, oh, oh god, yes. Do that!" 

I released her and she wheezed with disappointment till I found and sucked the other breast. Her knees began to squeeze against me, her hand pulled on my cock till I felt the tip touch her the V of her legs. I released a nipple and lifted my head. She pulled my cock toward her pussy. I relaxed just a little, getting the kink out of my back. Then the head of my cock touched her pussy and she groaned. Up and down the crease of her pussy she swabbed herself with the head of my cock. 

She brought tears to my eyes, the feeling was so intense. Then she pushed me between those luscious lips and I added pressure of my own. Her hand released me and I sank unerringly into her. She groaned as I pierced her, sliding inexorably into her body. Her legs lifted and she hooked her heels on my ass. She tried to rock back. I helped and her heels hooked at my waist. She was completely open.

Her body caught me and then I pulled back while her feet sought to move me back down. When I reversed course, she groaned again and I sank into her body. Her flesh parted as my cock penetrated; the pleasure of that penetration swept through me. I groaned to match her sounds. I fell to my elbows, her hands pulled at my shoulders while her legs pulled at my ass. I pulled back and rammed into her. She grunted and then she shrieked. 

Her orgasm came onto her suddenly and violently. Her whole body began to shake, she could not control it nor could she change her position. Her heels quivered on my ass, her hands shook on my shoulders. I lay fully onto her plush body. She smelled of perfume and baby powder. I moved my hands down to her ass. I love the feel of a woman's ass in my hands and the control it provides as I fuck her. She jerked once, then again, and then again, each time more violently. The motion increased till she was jerking almost continually though she were a chew toy in some dogs mouth, utterly controlled by the swells of orgasm surging through her. 

"Oh fuck me!" She cried. "Come in me. I want your cum dripping out of me so she can eat me. I want her mouth on me after you fill me!" 

Who knew! The words tumbled forth and some part of me knew what she was saying but I was grinding my cock into her over and over again such that the pleasure soaked the words and took away some of their meaning. I groaned again as my climax swooped close before soaring away. I began to hammer harder and faster into this beautiful blond woman. She grunted with me as I pummeled her. Each stroke vented a new sound from her. I became increasingly violent, hammering into her with greater and greater speed. I rode her like she was on the rail and she seemed absorbed by the treatment, moaning and writhing while I steered her pussy with my hands clasping her full ass. 

The world around me disappeared. My orgasm exploded and I ground down into Caren, gushing into her while she shivered with an orgasm of her own. In moments, it was over. Her legs relaxed and tumbled off my back. I struggled to my elbows and bowed my head between her mighty breasts. After a moment to catch my breath, I turned my head to kiss the wondrous slope of each breast. 

Caren shivered and her hips pumped up at me as I nuzzled each breast. 

I got to all fours, pulling my cock out of her body. The steel was rubber now but I did not feel like I was done. 

"Move." I heard. Annie's voice was tight and firm. 

I rolled her direction and lay on the edge of the bed. I thought Annie would dive into the oozing cunt beside me but instead, she took hold of my cock and licked it clean, her tongue swiping up and down my length and around and over the head, making me grunt from the intensity of the sensation. When her lips finally kissed the head of my cock, I was thoroughly aroused again. She sucked me deep into her mouth and then released me. 

"Fuck the other one." She said and crawled over me. She settled between Caren's legs and immediately began to lap at the woman's glistening pussy. 

Caren squealed and her torso twisted and writhed but her ass did not move a micrometer. 

I rolled to my feet. To my surprise, Elizabeth was stark naked. She pointed to the bed. 

"You first." I said but she shook her head.

"I want to ride you. I want on top. I'll, I can come like that. I, goddamn him." She growled. "I, I keep seeing her bent over that chair and his ass rapping behind her. I cannot control my mind. I see that over and over and all I want is to come. I am so hot, Sonny, get on the bed!" 

I did as she requested. She immediately took her position astride me. He gripped my cock and rose over me and sank down onto me. Beside us, Caren was groaning and suddenly she went silent only to erupt into a huge scream. It came from her toes and shrieked out of her like a broken window in a diving plane. Her hips bucked up and down. Annie, face down between her legs, rode her motion and continued to finger the woman and slurp at her pussy. Caren came helplessly over and over again. 

Over me, Elizabeth rode me, grinding her pussy down onto me over and over again. She rode me, her hips rocking back and forth while she sought the right connection. Abruptly she went stiff, her hands clinched on my chest. She jerked once and then her hips lifted and she slammed herself down onto me. She came completely apart then, falling down over me. Her breasts were more than a mouthful and she appeared less plush than she was, her legs were round not lean but sexy as hell. She rocked over me for a few moments but then sat up and resumed her ride. 

Beside us, Caren careened through a series of little climaxes that seemed unending, leaving her gasping for breath. Annie continued to stimulate her, drawing out more pleasure from the blond woman. Over me, Elizabeth came again, her body clinching down on my cock, she seized into another paroxysm of pleasure, grunting and pushing her pussy down onto my over and over again, balanced with her hands on my chest. Her hips hammered at me and then she convulsed again. She fell over me. I tried to direct her, wanting to catch a breast with my lips but she was shivering and quaking so hard I dared not touch her. The convulsion passed and she sat up and rode me some more to another orgasm. 

When she recovered from that, she lifted her head. "Back." She mumbled. "Back."

"Back where." I said stupidly. 

"She wants you to fuck her on her back." Chris said from the other side of the bed. He bent and kissed Caren's breast. She opened eyes and stared at the back of his head. Then something switched on in her and she convulsed into a new round of orgasmic pleasure. Her hands finally moved from her sides. She pushed at Chris and placed both hands on the back of Annie's head, holding her in place, firmly pressed into her crotch. 

"Oh, oh, oh my, my god, god, god so good! Oh my god." 

Elizabeth lifted her head and looked over at Caren then back at me. "Either I had no idea she was so happy with a woman eating her or your friend is a special talent." 

I heard the curiosity in Elizabeth's voice. She lifted to one side and I had her on her back with no difficulty. Over her I began to saw in and out of her gushing pussy. She was sloshy with her own pleasure. She lay still, looking up at me while I pumped into her body. Finally, she began to recover and her hips began to pulse up at me. Her glazed eyes cleared and she began to pant as I pumped into her, finally responding to each cycle of my cock into her.

Meanwhile, Chris returned to kissing Caren's left breast, sucking it loudly while she humped Annie's face. All at once, Caren began to pant and huff, blowing and gasping while her head wagged back and forth. She still held Annie with both hands. When Chris tried to kiss her, she shook him away. Her hips ground up as she pressed Annie down, mashing the Chinese woman's face into her pussy. Caren screamed and grunted, screamed and writhed as she came over and over again. 

Below me, Elizabeth was roused again, her body responding to my new position. She was awash but her pussy still clung to me as I pulled back and resisted when I shoved down. She groaned finally and turned her head. I bent down and fastened onto her neck. A hand came up to push me away.

"No, no marks." She gasped but then her hand, instead of pushing at me, hooked around my neck and held me in place. "Oh, oh yes, mark me. I want Buh Buh Blake to see I have been fucked by another man." Then she squealed and her body rose under me, inundating us with a new flow from her pulsing pussy. "Oh yesssss." She cried as the climax crested. 




Extending the MILF List Ch. 02



Blond Perfection teases me deep into my first sister.

The MILF List is extended to include the SILF list, the sisters I'd Like to Fuck. Hope you enjoy this extension. 

*****

All week long every minute I was not studying I spent with D. Debra Hamilton. Finally, Thursday night, I got home at a reasonable hour, about nine. My sisters were sitting in the living room watching some inane reality show. I came in from the garage and Georgia muted the sound.

"Sonny? Could you come in here a minute?" 

I shivered because she sounded exactly like mom. 

"What, Mom?" I said so automatically that I could not stop myself. When I got to the edge of the living room, Georgia was glowering at me. 

"What?" I asked. 

She shook her head. "We, we think you should not be driving Mom's car." She said finally. 

"Oh? And who do you think should be driving Mom's car?" I said, my ratface voice emerging; the one that got me clonked when I was a kid. 

"She means that you should be driving her car and let us use Mom's." Tawny said quickly. "Because the three of us car pool to work and hers is a two door, see? We wear dresses to work and all that and one has to climb into the back. It would not be a problem for you, though." 

Georgia picked up the explanation. "That is what we are thinking. And, yes, I have already added you to my insurance, at some considerable cost." 

Now there is a history to this particular discussion that made it somewhat more interesting than it at first appears. The short version is Dalia once had a very nice little Honda which I "borrowed" without permission and promptly ran it into a light pole—it was icy, I could not help it but I was convicted of being irresponsible which meant I had to ride the bus to school and nearly no one offered to give me rides from then till eternity. The females in the house were angry with me about that and punished me for it for going on a year. I, it turned out, at that time was not on Dalia's insurance so it did not pay to fix or replace it and she had to pay off a car that she could no longer drive. Mom helped but, well, I ended up walking or coasting with someone else when it was time to go anywhere. This swap of Georgia's car for Mom's was a step past that, forgiveness as it were. 

Or as I saw it, a bribe. I was right. 

"Okay." I said. 

Dalia sat forward and picked up a manila folder from the coffee table. "We have discussed this at length and the only way we think this is going to work is if we have a schedule." She had her professorial voice on as she deftly but abruptly changed the subject. She opened the folder, took out several green graph sheets of paper and extended them towards me. "We think this makes sense for all of us. You, clearly you want to sleep with us all and equally as clearly we want to sleep with you." 

"We want to fuck you." Georgia growled. "I want you between my legs." 

Dalia gave her a look. 

Now, I know how this sounds, a bit perverse but I had just had my lips on the most beautiful woman in the world and I was swimmingly in love. I felt like this was happening in some twisted movie I was watching on Netflix. 

Dalia continued. "The schedule has the week divided up. We figured you should have Friday to yourself and so we divided up the other six days. I will sleep with you on Monday and Wednesday, Georgia..." 

I do not know what came next. I just went up stairs without listening to anything more. When you are in love, I mean really, really stupid love-intoxicated, the whole idea of fucking your sister just feels rotten. Now, my cock did get hard. I admit that and based on what happened later in December, well, I'll get to that. I just had no stomach for it. I showered and it was only after I got into bed that I realized I could be compromised by my stupid door. The girls could lock their doors, with real locks and keys and everything. I still had the door lock you could jimmy with a long thumbnail. 

That is a bit of a story too but not worth telling. Suffice to say that I had gotten caught, camera in hand at various doors around the house which precipitated the adding of actual locks to three bedroom doors behind which females dressed and what have you. Mom included that the bathrooms in the keymaster's repertoire only after I resorted to catching females in their respective showers, which I must say did not go over too well with anyone either. Another trip to the doghouse for the house-male; far from pussy as it were. The keys were all in Mom's closet so it was a little disingenuous but still. There was a point to be made and I got no more pictures of underwear clad females in my household. Plus having every split-tail in the house really, really pissed off at me for reasons beyond wrecking the car was not worth catalog pictures any longer. That is what the Internet is for. So at that moment lying in my bed, I realized I had no good way to lock my door and any one of my blisters could creep into my room while I slept and suck my cock and then fuck me. And as addled as I was, I would likely let them. Then where would I be? I felt that lurch in the stomach that told me I could not take such a risk. It'd be like spitting on a birthday cake. 

So I was in love. Not Landon Clark sort of love, either because this woman was not hooking or or gave any indication she was inclined to fuck my friends. So far, I had no indication that I had much hope that she would fuck me at all. But I am getting ahead of myself. 

I put a chair under the door knob. I know it rattled twice that night so it was a valid precaution against my own human frailty and my sister's predation. Now, either you are thinking I had lost my mind or you are thinking I came to my senses and turned my warped back on the potential to fuck my sisters and the MILFs in general. Effectively, you would be right and the result was the same either way but dammit, I just had no heart for it. D. Debra Hamilton had ensnared me and I was well and truly caught. I had no desire to find myself taking down her panties with the full knowledge that I had been busily fucking someone else, anyone else, particularly my sisters. With my mother gone, I guess I felt like the past evaporated and I could act just like the kid I had been before my fucking friends threw me to the wolves, that is to the MILFs and changed my life for ever. I honestly gave absolutely no thought to how I would explain the MILFs to D. Debra Hamilton and that seems just daft after the fact. That would take care of itself, apparently. It was, however, the fact. I had fallen in love with D. Debra Hamilton. There was nothing about her that suggested she would take kindly to discovering that my sisters had sat on my cock or sucked it or what have you. That much was perfectly clear to me.

So I put a chair under my door knob and blocked the tilted legs with shoes and went to sleep. The next day, I got a lock and replaced my knob. I locked my door at night and my sisters spent the next week really, really pissed at me, embarrassed but pissed. Hell hath no fury like a woman spurned—what compares to three? And sisters to boot? I lost weight because I cannot boil water or make toast for that matter. Thank god for my recent influx of capital or I really would have starved because I was not at all hungry. I ate at school out of habit or when D. Debra lured me out for lunch, which I duly paid for. 

Every day or evening, I spent with D. Debra Hamilton. Nothing more happened till the second Friday night in December. We necked like new lovers and did sweet things that normally set my teeth on edge but with D. Debra, they were just buzzing noises that blended with the ringing in my ears when I was around her. After playing putt putt golf in the cold, with gloves and mittens—why they were still open I could not say but we were not the only polar golfers out that night—afterward, she asked to go home but when I stopped at "her" corner, she looked blandly at me and said, "Are you going to make a girl walk to her house from here? In the cold? What sort of cad are you?" 

Like everything she said to me, it left me dumbstruck. I fumbled, I hemmed, I hawed before I finally mumbled something utterly pathetic like, "No, ma'am." This ignored the fact that I literally did not know which house was her house so required directions. Being pathetic seemed to please Ms. Hamilton. 

She nodded and directed me to her house. Her house had a circle drive. I pulled into the drive and stopped before her front door. A line of ceder trees hid the front of the house and my car from the street and neighbors. 

"Are you going to turn off the car?" She asked sweetly. "I have a confession to make." 

I gulped, turned off the car and wondered if that lump in my stomach was lead or iron. I felt like Mike Tyson was giving me a twisty from inside. It physically hurt!

"I like to have my breasts kissed." D. Debra Hamilton said softly. "You asked me, you asked me once if I was a virgin princess and the answer is no. I am no virgin. Neither are you. That day after Thanksgiving you picked me up smelling like you had just fucked a cheerleading squad. I could smell it on you, that perfume of sex a woman rewards you with if you are attentive enough." She stopped and turned as much as she could in the car to face me, pointing her breasts at me as directly as her perch in my sister's car allowed. "I, I have had a lot of boyfriends and let me be clear. By 'boyfriends' I mean lovers. Men who took me, lusted after me, panted after me and eventually had me. Till they got my knickers down, as our British cousins might say it, they respected me and treated me with some kindness but once they got between my legs, they always turned into assholes. Are you going to turn into one big walking circle of hair if you come inside of me?"

To say I was stunned is an understatement. I had been floating along on this sea of endorphins for so long I had forgotten all about intercourse. Well, not entirely. When D. Debra bent over to pick up her golf ball with her fuzzy mittened hands, I often moved around behind to inspect her ample profile and these inspections invariably lead to one very hard dick. So, no, I did not forget about intercourse as a matter of imagination but I did forget about it as a matter of practicality. I was utterly passive and this woman kissed me when she liked and she liked often enough that I was content to let us coast at her speed. Several times she had pressed my hand over one of her breasts while she kissed me and held me there, finally massaging her own breast with my hand when I forgot to do so. She always moaned into the kiss when that happened. I cannot say "I did it" so I have to say, "it happened." 

"Well?" She pressed. "Are you?" 

For once my brain, addled as it was, did not betray me. "No." I said firmly. "I will not become an asshole. I promise. I applied to that club and they sent me packing because I am so wonderful." 

"Uh huh." D. Debra said. "Well, you have been a perfect gentleman to this point but, before we go any further—I like you a great deal, Sonny—but before we go any further, you must be tested. I cannot sleep with any man who cannot arouse me by kissing my breasts. Either you do it for me, or you don't." She smiled that brilliant Hollywood white-teeth smile of hers. "I really don't care much for gentlemen, when you get right down to it. A little nasty can be quite...endearing." She winked at me and she shrugged off her coat. She wore a rather thin—for that time of year—white sweater that covered her swelling breasts like a coat of snow. She wore a long black, white and gray plaid wool skirt with accents of red. She pulled the sweater out of the waist of the skirt and pulled it up her belly to the underside of her breasts. 

I could see the lower curve of the big bra cups that held her swaying breasts. The sweater showed no cleavage ending as it did just under her chin in a big, plush curl. She hesitated then nodded, as though answering a voice I could not hear, and pulled the lower edge of her sweater up and over her breasts. They came into view and I gulped, even seeing them captured in the grand cups of her comfortable bra, the moment was, uh, momentous. Her hands left the sweater bunched across the upper slope of her breasts. She reached behind her to her back and with amazing dexterity, unsnapped her bra in an instant. It waffled and released her breasts from their stylish bondage. Without any hesitation, her hands pulled the bra up and off her tits. 

After staring for a moment, I realized she was waiting on something and I looked up from her breasts to her eyes. 

"Well?" She had apparently been waiting for me to meet her eyes. 

"Well what? They are beautiful." And they were. Even without the bra they stood up tall and proud, gently swaying with each breath. Her breathing in that condition left me breathless. She did not have traditional nipples but only the inverted kind that created huge aureoles. I imagined that rough flesh on my tongue. I realized I was back to staring at her tits and looked back up into her eyes. "They truly are. They are beautiful." I labored, still nearly breathless with what was sitting within arm's length of me. 

"I know. I have great tits. I can see for myself both by looking down and in any mirror except one at the funhouse. At the funhouse my bare tits look like a big ridge on a dinosaur's head or something. I bet you never fucked in a funhouse before." 

I looked back down at her tits. I was captivated so I made no effort to consider what she was saying, her words got all jumbled up and lost their immediate meaning. I knew she was talking but had little grasp of what she was saying, something about fun, which by the way, I approve of. 

"I, have very sensitive tits, that is to say, I can and have climaxed just from having them sucked or kissed, or something. To be truthful, I just remember that feeling, the flooding of my senses with the sensation of the right man's lips. I can come when a man, uh, you know. But not always. Not with everyone, the technique must be right. Or something. So, so you see my problem?" 

I shook my head because what I was seeing in no way looked like a problem to me. 

"You have to kiss my breasts and see if I, so I can, so I know, uh, so I can know how I respond to your lips on me." 

Oh boy, did I want my chance. You have to wonder why I was hesitating because I just sat staring at her bare breasts. 

D. Debra asked that very thing. "So? Do you want to touch them?" 

In answer I reached out and ran a finger along the underside of her breast nearest me. It was soft, smooth, but hot. Her skin was fine porcelain. I moved my finger around the lower curve of her breast and then to the boundary of her aureole. I was totally unprepared for her reaction. She gasped and lifted her chin, closed her eyes and held very still. "Yes, touch them." She mumbled, her voice tremulous and lusty. 

I ran the nail of my index finger down the underside and around to the high slope of one tremendous breast, skirting the broad, round oval of her aureole. After a couple circuits, I switched to the other breast. D. Debra held very still, panting as I touched her and for once, she said nothing. She was totally focused on my finger leaving tingling lines on her skin. When I stopped touching her, it was not because I lost concentration, well not really. It was because I realized we were sitting in front of her house with her sweater pulled up and her bra off, her tits bare to the world in the light of the night-light over the door. I could see the two broad windows were curtained with light around the edge of only the one to the right, towards the back of the car. The front door was right there over Debra's shoulder. 

"Your father does not have any guns in the house, does he?" I thought that was a very clever question, indirect but to the point so that the answer should yield me the answer to the dick-softening question that interrupted my physical appreciation of this woman's breasts which she had presented to me with such calm deliberation, right here before her front door. I wanted to know if her father was home. I withdrew my one finger from the inside taper of her breast. 

Her eyes opened. Her chin lowered. She licked her full, delicately pink lips, rubbed clean of the evening's initial coating of scarlet lipstick by our occasional necking. "What?" She said softly. "You, you said something?" 

"Your father does not have any guns in the house, does he?" 

"Please touch me again. That was very nice." She sighed. 

I compiled, all my concerns forgotten. My heart hammered and in truth I do not know if it was inspired by the woman's awesome breasts cloaked in the patina of my infatuation—yes, love if you are a romantic—or fear of what I was doing and what could happen to me if things went awry, if the front door opened and an angry father appeared in the doorway with an Uzzi in his hands. I touched her as she requested but with just a finger. 

"Oh, oh yes, I like that. I love it so much!" 

My palms itched so much, demanding the kiss of her breasts on them, I thought I was delirious. I maintained my delicate contact with the one lucky finger, but turning my hand around so that the rough pad of my finger traced invisible lines under her breast. I lifted each one with just my finger, feeling their weight and imagining my tongue on them, my lips pinching at her so sensitive flesh. Then suddenly like a store front closing, the sweater descended and she was shrugging into her coat. When she was cloaked again, though the bra was tangled about her breasts in a way that drew sharp, hard lines in the soft sweater—she looked me in the eyes. "My father is gone, out of the picture. Thank you for a lovely night. Your touch is oh, oh so delicious." The last came out as a suspiration that made my throat go dry. "Your lips, perhaps another time." 

I think I blanked out because when I came to myself again, she was gone. The front door was closed. I swear I do not even remember her getting out of the car. It was like she was teleported out of my car to who knows where. I think I was hysterically blind. The drive home was similar. I got home, somehow, coming aware sitting in the garage in the darkness, ebullient but unable to move. I stalked into the house with full intent to be off to bed. Since I had turned my back on my sisters and their little "we will fuck you now" schedule, it was nearly as cold in my house as it was outside of it. I had no illusions about hearth and home welcoming me with warmth and sympathy for my plight. 

They were clustered like a little coven in the living room and save for Tawny, glared at me as I sauntered through the room. At the foot of the stairs, I turned and went back to the back the couch. Georgia looked up at me and paused the movie they were watching. "Yes, Sonny, what is it? Mom says we must be kind to you." 

"I am in love." I blurted it out like I was projectile vomiting. "I, I know this makes no sense but I am in love. I, I met her just before Thanksgiving." I stopped. I had no idea why I was saying this, nor why now or why in this way to them. Suddenly I wanted them to feel why I was, uh, refusing the implied offer that their schedule held. I did not register their reaction but only when I was showered and tucked safely in the bed in my safely locked room did I come aware. But it was not an awareness I expected. I became aware that my dear sisters could not be allowed to rule me or mine. It was a MILF awareness. My cock sprang to life after a less than satisfying shower, and I consciously considered fucking my sisters. 

It was like I was Snow White waking up. After all this time, I felt suddenly stupid for refusing their offer but at the same time, recognized the indentured service it implied if I left the matter up to them. I hadn't and that was good, lucky perhaps because till that moment I had not consciously recognized the situation, denying them only because I was in such hot pursuit of the tits I had touched just that night. My sisters surely had taken my inattention personally, hence the various cold shoulders. I understood that I could not be subject to them. I had to...then I saw clearly. The MILFs had represented the same danger. My sisters, I had to own them like I owned the MILFs! I went to sleep and slept sound and long for the first time in weeks. 




Extending the MILF List Ch. 02



The next morning was a whole new version of weird. My sisters were nice to me! They fixed me breakfast, the first real meal I had had since just after Thanksgiving. They tittered and hovered and cooed about me like I was suddenly transformed into some teenage idol they had fawned over as girls but only now had the chance to share his presence. If I had not been so distracted by my own situation, it would have been incredible, after all this time of being punished by my house full of females, to experience their subservient attentiveness. My every wish was their command and they contended to see who would hand me the butter for the pancakes or heat the syrup or pour more coffee or orange juice. I felt like I was suffocating in the cloying closeness of too many orchids. Their smell interlaced with breakfast sausage and the pancakes was not orchids but a flower of an entirely different variety or should I say "flowers?" 

Since I had slept till noon, my study time was truncated. D. Debra called about four and asked if we were going to go out. Instead of giving me any indication of what she wanted, she asked and fell silent. When I did not speak for a minute, she finally sighed into her phone. "Sonny, be the man now. I, I want your lips on me tonight so, so do something to take my breath away." 

Images of her bare breasts, topped by the tangled bra and the rolled ridge of her sweater threatened to swamp my brain but then I rallied. My mind cleared and I had the perfect plan. "Wear something elegant, the best you have that is easy to remove." I almost chuckled when I heard her suck air between her teeth, a lurid little hiss on her end of the line. "I'll pick you up at seven." 

I hung up on her. First time. I felt like the last day of school, a curious freedom. I rubbed my eyes though, trying to dispel the image of her naked breasts, right there in front of me, unkissed but so very desirous of my attention. I called the Bedford and found I could get a reservation for eight thirty, curiously only after they asked my name did they have an available table. I picked Ms. Hamilton up at seven-thirty. I went to the door of her house and she opened it. When she made to push past me, I asked, "Aren't you going to introduce me to your mother?" 

She froze for a moment, then shook her head. "Not home." She said shortly. Her eyes focused on the suit Mr. Cheng had given me and she whistled. "Sonny, I did not know you had any sense of style at all." She fairly whispered. "Oh my, but you look handsome, dashing, debonair. I do believe I am light headed and slightly underdressed. You may actually make me look shabby in comparison." She actually sounded pleased by the statement. 

"I resemble that remark." I said, lifting my chin in a haughty impression of the man I was never meant to be. "I am glad you can appreciate the finer things in life." She, however, was anything but shabby though I confess visions of her voluminous bare breasts danced in my head instead of sugar plums. 

She smiled that spotlight smile and we left. She squealed when we stopped in front of the Bedford. We emerged from the car leaving it to be parked, and went into the Gainsford and were immediately seated, though we were early. The waitstaff did not blink when I ordered wine or ask to see ID. I had gotten a paid-in-advance credit card with Mr. Cheng's cash and used that to pay for the meal of lobster et al. It was wonderful. We left the car with the hotel and sauntered though the Christmas glitter of downtown. She did not talk at all, but held herself close to my arm. Deedee wore a white faux fur coat that barely covered her arms and almost touched her waist and still managed to accent her incredible, edible breasts! The dress sparkled with little bits of crystal. It was almost turquoise but not as intense. The crystal was strung on little silver lines that ran vertically over the entire dress. The front of it parted at the waist, forming a very revealing V on her torso. It left the half bra clearly visible, barely covering her breasts. The fabric ran just over the point of each shoulder. With a gentle shove, it would slip off her shoulders, leaving her breasts cupped by the matching bra. I know this because that is what I did once we arrived back at her house. 

We'd walked an hour and the meal was perfectly settled before driving to her house. I turned off the car and she immediately shrugged the snow-white fur coat off of her shoulders. She twisted in the seat in Georgia's coup and waited, her hands folded in the valley of her thighs. I did not hesitate. My hands shook as I pushed the fabric over the notch of each shoulder and watched as it shriveled down her upper arms. One side caught on the bra but the other side slid free, uncovering the top of her crinkled aureole. Dee Dee sucked air between her teeth. With my trembling help, she withdrew her arms from the glittering dress. 

"It fastens in front." Dee Dee said, her voice tight. "Kiss them. I cannot wait." She swallowed hard and that put a waver into her breasts that made me feel faint. 

I found the clever hook worked into the crystal between the cups of the bra—obviously designed to be seen, to be exposed to public view—it had the virtue of supporting and enhancing her fine breasts while keeping them sufficiently covered to entice without getting arrested. Any man looking at her would have become a criminal and should have been arrested...and she was sitting there waiting for me to touch her, waiting for me to kiss her breasts to see if she would come. 

Suddenly I was nervous. My cock shrank from fear and performance anxiety. In a moment, I became a quivering bucket of cowardly goo. 

But then the MILF list came to my rescue. The horrible fear of failing to measure up to this woman's erotic demands lessened when I considered that I had been ignoring Mrs. Honeywell and that, so far as I knew, I could call her up and have her at nearly any moment my whim demanded. Just the thought of the dark and beautiful Mrs. Honeywell bent to my will snapped my cock back into shape. I took a deep breath. That awful moment of doubt had happened in the time it takes a gnat to sneeze and then I was past it. I released the crystal catch between the woman's breasts and the bra slipped down and out of my focus. 

Dee Dee immediately put both of her hands on mine and in imitation of similar moments, she positioned my hands to cup and massage her breasts. My palms quit itching. The plush feel of her breasts in my hands consumed all my attention and awareness, even to the point that I quit breathing. I did not notice I had stopped till Dee Dee spoke.

"Oh please, kiss them!" She sighed. 

I did, hesitating only long enough to take a slow, quavering breath. 

D. Debra sighed more profoundly in anticipation, a fact that inflated my ego et al, and left me eager to be of service. Her hands rested on my shoulders as I bent over the car's console between us and touched my lips to the side of one breast for the first time. She groaned, "Oh god!" and her head snapped back as though struck with a right hook, appearing out of nowhere. My lips sucked at her skin and she hissed, "Yes, please, oh please." 

I could feel her trembling. Her whole body shivered. I intentionally kissed around the aureole, but then licked over it when I could no longer resist. The rough feel of the crinkled flesh on my tongue exceeded even my well-tuned imagination. Her reaction was far more gratifying than I had any right to expect. Her hands grasped my shoulders and both held me in place and sought to pull me closer, all at once. When I sucked at her skin, she hissed and then arched her back, pressing her breast firmly against my mouth. When I sucked at the rumpled inverted nipple, she groaned, her hands claws on my shoulders. I sucked and kissed and then licked around the breast till she squeaked. 

"God, Sonny, yes Sonny. The other, please, the other." 

I compiled, since it was such a good suggestion. A woman needs to know you will or at least can respond to her wishes. I did. Unlike the gentle treatment on the left breast, I sucked her right breast very, very hard. When my teeth nipped at her, she shrieked and her whole body bucked, first crashing against me, mashing her breasts into my face then she fell away from me, slumping into the corner of the car door and her seat, out of my reach. She twitched for a minute or two before her eyes opened. The eyes opened heavily, regarding me like a drug addled princess looks at a talented eunuch. She smiled lazily. Without a word, she pulled the fur about her shoulders, and virtually naked from the waist up, she tottered to the front door, fumbled for a key and disappeared into her house. 

Sunday, for the first time in more than two weeks, we did not talk or see each other. Finals were upon us and I was smothered with work. When I lifted up my eyes from the books, visions of her breasts tantalized me, lingering right there, before me like a phantasm of my own making, but she was real. In fact, we did not speak till the next afternoon. I called her. 

"I wondered if you were going to call. You did not call yesterday." She said without any greeting when I did finally call her. 

"Neither did you." I responded. I was beginning to regain my balance with this woman, recovering my MILF-confidence. I was still sex addled around her but I was regaining some of my sputtering elan, evening things out a bit and she seemed to respond to the assertive behavior that had opened the thighs of the MILF List. "Feel like a pizza?" 

"I hope not or all the skin cream I use is just a waste of money." 

I chuckled. "I have three more finals. Then it is time, uh, school will be over. I have got to study till then. Scholarships and poverty." 

"Pizza then study." 

We seemed to be perfectly in step. It was indeed pizza then studying at the library. When we broke at midnight to go home, we kissed at the car and I took her home. Parked before her front door, she opened her coat and casually unbuttoned her blouse. She unhooked the front of the bra and waited. 

I leaned over the console and sucked at the breast closest to me. She hissed and cooed, "Yes, yessss." 

Back and forth between each breast, I kissed her gently for a while before sucking each breast hard. I had the urge to mark her but thought that would be gauche. I found the nipple, fit my mouth fully over it and sucked till she grunted with satisfaction. Her hands locked on my shoulders till I moved to the other breast. She hissed and after a minute of my attention, she came again, quivering and jerking as the orgasm flashed through her, a tiny, humble little thing that nonetheless made me feel extraordinarily proud. 

The remarkable thing about Dee Dee Hamilton, when she climaxed, afterward, she was as nonchalant as if she had just sneezed. The bliss suffusing her face made her look ethereal. Her smile was spacey and limpid. She left the car with the coat over one arm and her blouse still open, her bra undone, breasts bare in the moonlight. I watched her disappear into the house. 

The next night, I managed to ask her about going into her house semi-nude like that and she merely shrugged as she finished unbuttoning her dress. "My erstwhile mother is gone. I am alone. Who is to see? No one would care. I have to leave the twenty-third to go to my aunt's for Christmas." She sighed. "You, you will not be there to take the edge off." She smiled dreamily. "I think I am beginning to rely on you. After, last night after uh, after, I went right to sleep. That is unusual." 

I attended to her breasts that night and each night of the week till Friday. The intervals seemed to focus me because if I hesitated in studying, relaxing my stiff concentration, her breasts appeared in my mind's eye and taunted me. I had to study or I was going to go utterly mad. So I licked and kissed and sucked her breasts each night till the car began to chill. Each time she left the car in some semi-nude version of erotic dishabille. Thursday, she got to the door, turned to look at me, then came back to the car, opened her door and crawled inside on her knees to kiss me rapturously for a long couple minutes. When I began to knead her breasts, she groaned and tore apart from me and fairly ran into the lusciously empty house. My poor cock was utterly neglected and I was, I confess, puzzled and with some small disappointment. She never once made any attempt to reciprocate. That night on the way home, I realized that this would get old, eventually but then smirked at myself because it was certainly not old yet. I was happy to wait. 

For all of December, I had neglected the guys. Sammy found me after my last final and I owned up to my sad condition. 

"Yeah, Landon said Kyla told him about seeing you with some blond that was not Mrs. Wills." Sammy had been waiting for me and I knew the other guys had sent him. When I was not around, they tended to send Sammy, particularly if they feared repercussions. I could not imagine what they feared from me. Then I realized the guys were just his cover. "Mom, uh, she is wondering what is going on." He laughed but it was a terrible, nervous laugh. "I think she feels neglected. She, she asked me to tell you that she thinks she might have a job for you, after Christmas." Sammy was clearly curious but unwilling to inquire the exact meaning of his message. 

"Tell her, tell her okay." I said. Visions of Mrs. Honeywell in various sexual positions and conditions flashed through my mind like movie trailers played at high speed. This was the first sexual thought I had that did not involve Dee Dee's tits in some time. Well, in a week, anyway. "How are the other guys?" I felt a twinge of guilt because Landon had called a couple times and Chris but I never took or returned their calls. 

"They are wondering what the hell is going on with you. Chris said something about Double D Hamilton? Say it ain't so, Joe!" Sammy tried to grin. 

I did not respond. Then I shrugged. "Sammy, I guess I am in love."

He gawked, then shrugged. "What am I going to tell my poor pining mother?" 

I hoped it was rhetorical and treated it so. He waited for a response and I moved on, pretending I missed the implication. My cock, however, still loved the idea of Mrs. Honeywell, well, to tell the truth, by this time, attending to Dee Dee's tits had left my cock somewhat less selective than the rest of me was yet inclined to be. "I'll uh, we should get together after Christmas. It's bowl week." I felt lethargic and my voice conveyed a distinct lack of enthusiasm for getting together with the guys. I feared it. It was like I had a big, perfect snow flake balanced on a cold finger so that it was not melting but I knew it would not last. If I put D. Debra to the test with my guys, the snowflake would evaporate and this euphoria would be gone. I was fucking addicted. The euphoria was intoxicating. I just did not want anyone fucking with it. I had no way to tell anyone that. Funny, though, my sisters seemed to understand instinctively. I had no such hopes that the guys would. What a pussy! And I mean that in both ways!

"We'll, we'll get together next week or something." I just walked away. Sammy stood there staring at my back. I felt it and twisted around to glance back at him and he had the oddest look on his face. It was not till I was on the way to pick up Dee Dee that I realized he looked like I felt several times with the MILFs. Quizzical. That is the word, I felt and Sammy looked quizzical.

Finals were over. Finally. December 22. When I picked up Dee Dee she seemed like a guitar string that was newly loosened. She climbed into the car and immediately leaned over and kissed me soundly on the lips. It was aggressive without being particularly sexual; like a strong statement made by the lips without using words. "Sonny, I could not have done this without you. I mean it! I usually have had someone in my bed during finals but this semester, I determined to do it on my own, cold turkey. I never would have made it without your wonderful lips! I thought Materials was going to kill me and calculus had gotten way difficult." She brightened. "I aced both thought. I am sure of it. So, you done good, kid." 

"Does that mean I pass the nipples and me test?" The question did not seem so pathetic as it had the many times I wanted to ask for a copy of my report card. Now it was almost funny. D. Debra did not acknowledge my half-hearted inquiry. 

"I usually need to have a man to survive finals. The last two years cock was the only thing that got me through them. But now, you, you my lovely man, you are unique! I know that now. I, I found a happy medium. I know, I know I have not been fair to you. I am not going to be fair to you. I have not said it but when you kiss my tits, you make me want to come so badly, when I finally do, it is luscious beyond telling, beyond words, beyond any ability to make sense of it. I, I have never felt that before." She laughed but it ended up a snorting chortle. "Of course, I never went this long without going to bed with a guy before either. I, I do not understand what you are doing but I," now she looked down and away, "I am going to use you till you say stop." That was all. 

She was leaving the next day and so we went to a movie, had a late snack and I took her home. She sat looking at me in the warm car. For that evening the MILF list was forgotten and I felt like a normal college kid chasing pussy. Eager, nervous, eager, eager, anxious. The silence stretched. And stretched. And stretched. She did not move but regarded me with a neutral gaze, barely blinking. Finally she bowed her head. "Sonny, I may be gone a week or two, if Mom..." Her lips tightened into a thin line. "I, I want something from you." 

I nodded before I gave any thought to what she was saying. My vocabulary was two words with her; "yes" and "when"? 

She looked up at me. I thought she was going to say something but then she slumped lower in the seat. She removed her low heels. She shrugged off her coat. She wore a rough knit dress that clung to her plush body, accenting her curves with the glinting weave of the knit. The skirt was tight, clinging to her thighs and stopping about six inches above her knees. She clearly wore hose. She reached down and gripped the skirt and tore it up the seam along her left thigh. She tore it all the way to the waist. 

I did not know what to say and dared not think anything. I watched. I watched while she pulled her skirt up and revealed pantyhose. She pulled the hose down her waist, down her wondrous thighs, to her knees and then rolled it off her feet. I confess, I was trying to catch a glimpse of her pussy but a flap of the destroyed skirt kept her covered. I dared not lean over too far lest I scared this wild woman away once more. Once she was essentially nude from the waist down, she twisted in the seat. 

Actually, I thought she was going to fuck me. I did and I was thinking, wondering why she did not invite me into the house. The car was going to prove cramped. I was thinking of taking her on a bed or the floor or against a wall or something when she finally did speak. Turned out I wasn't the one doing the taking. 

"Sonny, I know, I know I am unfair. I, I have my reasons. Now, I, I want you to eat me. I want you to suck my pussy, make me come with your tongue and your mouth and lips. Is, uh, is that okay?" 

Suddenly she seemed so terribly vulnerable, so uncertain and uneasy with showing me this need of hers, I felt a goushy flush of pleasure flood over me and all I wanted was to do whatever she wanted. I nodded. My mouth got dry and for a moment, I felt terribly fearful about that. There was no need. In the darkness, she began to slump down in the seat. She pulled her legs up and pivoted on her butt and back till she could place a heel on my shoulder. I turned as much as I could but found the steering wheel in the way. I tipped it up and the slide the seat back. I could smell her arousal. It fill the car like perfume or actually, more like a cloudy aphrodisiac. It was a heady blend of pussy and something else. She put hooked her heel on my shoulder and scooted lower in the seat, pulling herself towards me. She placed the other heel on the other shoulder and then slowly slid her legs past my ears. Her skin whispered on my shoulders. My hands went to her calves and I ran my hands first up to her feet and then down, to the calves, to the knees and further, onto the roundness of her full thighs. For the first time I felt the firmness of her body, the lushness of her thighs. My cock snapped hard like a spring returning back into position after being bent out of line. 




Extending the MILF List Ch. 02



Dee Dee scrunched lower, levering her legs past my ears till her knees were right there by my cheekbones. She squeezed my face between her knees, giggling when my breath caught in my throat. My hands were on her thighs. She was up on her elbows in the seat, staring intently at me. She made the last motion, lifting her considerable ass up onto the console. She slid down till her shoulder blades were on the seat and her head was against the door. 

"Kiss me, suck me, Sonny, make me come!" She growled. Her ass lifted, her legs opened and she pulled the ripped skirt back from her crotch. In the gloom I swear I saw light glinting off of her pussy but that could just be the supercharged memory of that moment when she pointed her pussy at my face and demanded I eat her. "Eat me, Sonny Duncan. Eat me!" The urgency vibrated in her voice. Her heels dug into my back as she pulled her body closer to my mouth. 

I ran my hands down her thighs clear to her ass. Between the two of us we lifted her body up to my face. Her smell wafted up to me and I felt her pubic curls tickling my chin. I bent forward, and my nose contacted her abdomen, and the hair there. Her body lifted a little and I felt the dampness of her slit on the point of my chin. 

"Oh god, Sonny, yes. I want this so much!" D. Debra Hamilton groaned. 

I tipped my head forward just as her legs tensed, lifting her body up to me. My tongue encountered her pussy and she yelped. I fit my mouth over her pussy and pierced her body with my tongue, reaching down through her folds and rills as far as I could. She grunted. I curled my tongue up and felt that rough patch at the top of her entrance and she squeaked. Her body bucked, snapping my head back. I lost contact with her body entirely. Her legs squeezed closed and I was clutched between her thighs. Her whole body was quivering. It might have been the strain of her position, virtually standing on her shoulders with her legs draped over my shoulder and down my back. I prefer to think she was excited beyond control. 

I suddenly found my hands clasping her wonderful ass, her cheeks fit into my palms and I lifted. She felt light, like a billowing pillow. Her body rose to meet my lips and I licked up and down her slit. She grunted, her thighs clasping my face. Her hips bucked against me. From a great distance I heard her moaning my name and other syllables that made little sense. I felt her slit, then consciously explored down deep into it again with my tongue. I cautiously worked up till I found a hard little nub. When I tongued it, Dee Dee shrieked. Her whole body went rigid and her hips surged against my face. I held her body against my mouth. Her ass cheeks clinched and relaxed, clinched and relaxed in my hands as her body pulsed against my face. I mouthed her pussy and she growled and pressed her body up at me. 

My arms and back were screaming about the awkward position. But her response to my attentions inspired me to refuse to lose. I fastened my mouth onto her pussy and began to kiss and lick at her. Together we held her pussy flush against my lips while I probed into her with my tongue. She twisted on the seat; I felt it as a slight cocking of her hips, pressing one side hard against my temple. I persisted and she suddenly went completely still. I proceeded to lash her pussy with my tongue, fanning through her folds like I was looking for something. She grunted and her hips bucked once and, from far away, muffled, she screamed. My head throbbed between her clinched legs. I held her fast to my face and sucked at her pussy, pulling at the lips till I got a seal, and then plunging my tongue deep into her, exploring the ridges of flesh and the creasing of her body. Her body jerked hard, but I held on. The jerking became increasingly violent but still I held on. Clinched as I was between her thighs, I did not experience her shrieks as being loud but had her thighs not been pressing hard against both ears, I may well have been deafened by her enthralled voice. Her hips were bumping constantly now, grinding herself against me while I sought out the deepest recesses of her pussy with my tongue. I opened my mouth and hummed against her and her whole body went rigid, tensing against me. She was arched so high, I think only the very top of her shoulders and her head were actually still in contact with the seat. 

Then her body released me and she collapsed, awkwardly tilted over the console and draped over my back. Her legs splayed wide and she was open, gaping before me. I swear by the MILFs I have fucked, she tasted good and smelled wonderful. How that was possible, I cannot tell you. But all I wanted was to continue tasting her, eating her. It was not for her pleasure so much as lust for the actual taste of her nectar. The thrill I felt quivering in her flesh echoed and reverberated in me but rather than fading away, it seemed to amplify as it sang between us. When I made to lash her once more with my tongue, she screamed. 

"Oh god, Sonny, no more, please no more! I can't. I can't take it without...anymore. I cannot come any more! Oh god, please no more!" 

Her body shrank away from me till only her heels lay on my shoulders. In the darkness I was staring right between splayed knees at me and this time I know I saw the glinting of her pussy. Deedee struggled to get upright. She made no effort to put herself back together. She finally regained a normal position in the seat, her legs pressed together, her torso bent over them, the skirt tattered about her waist. She turned her head and looked at me through her mane of blond hair. 

"I am never going to fuck you, Sonny. I, I will use you for my pleasure but I am never going to give you anything." She bowed her face away from me, out of my sight behind her tangled blond veil. "I love it, sex I mean and you, you do it for me. The first time you touched me I, I knew I would love your mouth on me. I wanted to sit on your face that first night but, but I resisted." She sat up and turned to look at me. Her face etched with post-orgasmic bliss. "I want you to understand, Sonny, I am not going to fuck you, ever. I will never touch your cock, ever. I won't suck you, I won't take it into my body, not in my cunt, not into my ass, not into my hand or my mouth."

"You said mouth, already." I said around the golf ball caught in my throat. I felt like I just found she was my sister...okay, maybe that isn't the right metaphor, not for me, not anymore but maybe you get my drift.

D. Debra Hamilton sighed. "Resisting you, denying you, it makes the orgasms great. Great! I cannot fuck you like I fucked them all before. When, when I do, I turn into a raving bitch and drive the man from between my legs. I, I am terrible at relationships but great at sex." 

"You should be a hooker." I said. Suddenly, something about the moment harked back to my ease with the MILFs. The knot in my stomach, the choking obstruction in my throat, it all vanished. I felt that curious calm, the confidence and basic assurance that whatever came next, I would be fine with it. I had a distant twinge at my own words but Dee Dee laughed. 

"You are not the first to suggest that." She said softly. "But no. I, I fall in love with cock too easily. If, if I let you between my legs, that would be the end. I would drive you away and lose what I came to love the most. Cock. I, hope you understand. All, all I want is for you to give me this pleasure, for as long and as often as you will, I will take from you. I will take and give you absolutely nothing in return. I swear to you, Sonny, you will be my sex toy and nothing more. This is all you get of me, this taste." 

My head swam but it was an indescribable feeling and then, like the snap of the fingers, I could name it. "Laura Wills." I mumbled. I felt exactly what Mrs. Wills must have felt staring up at me from her knees or as I handed her over to this woman or that guy to be used. This, this was what she felt, a curious satisfaction at being a sexual instrument used in the service of another's pleasure. There was pleasure in that. I shuddered. 

D. Debra sat forward and put a hand briefly against my cheek. In the gloom I imagined her expression but the shadow on her face from the night light over her door hide it from me. The hand left my hungry cheek. 

She opened the car door. She got out, then bent to look at me. "I will never fuck you, Sonny Duncan, but that does not mean I do not want to. I do. I just cannot do that to you. I like you but know that I will use you till you tell me, no." She bowed her head, then looked up at me again. "I will never, ever fuck you. I will never touch the skin of your cock with any part of me, ever. I will never fuck you! This, this desire is too delicious to waste on intercourse and I want to keep it for myself as long as I can. I don't, I do not expect you to understand." She hesitated. "I will call you when I get back from Aunt Cami's." She slammed the door and disappeared into the house. 

Merry Fucking Christmas. I drove home with the feeling that I was caught somehow. By the time I arrived home, it was sinking in and, shit, okay I admit it. I was heartbroken. Have you ever met someone and known right from the beginning that this one was the one for you and then had it snatched away? Maybe "snatched" is not the best word to use here but you get my point, I think. In my mind and heart, I had lost the very thing I wanted the most. All those images kneeling between D. Debra's bare legs while she lay on her back staring expectantly up at me...that was all gone. I felt like a eunuch looking at his balls in a jar sitting on a shelf. 

I drove the car into the garage and put down the door. I thought I was going to fucking cry. My fucking cock stayed well and good in my pants, giving me no relief whatsoever. Fucking cock was still hopeful even as my poor delicate little heart was breaking into little pieces. For a moment, I thought about doing something desperate, calling Annie but I had the sick feeling that she was on the rail. I hated the rail. On principle, I mean, because I liked the feeling of tits mashed under me and a woman panting in my ear for breath as I ride her abdomen as I slice my cock into her; her legs seizing me, her thighs pressing against me as I bury myself in her. I was so fucked! D. Debra Hamilton was never going to fuck me. Her words reverberated in my brain. Laura Wills not withstanding, I could not believe this was happening to me. At the same time that little clarity about Laura, that provided some perverse little bit of comfort. A little. 

My cock remained perfectly hard. 

So I called Alissa. I was not going into my house in this condition. The last thing I wanted my sisters to see was my shattered eyes reflecting the shards of my broken heart. I took Dee Dee's words hard and I mean that in both senses. I took out my phone, looked at it, felt really stupid, I mean heroically stupid and dialed Alissa's number. Alissa answered on the second ring. 

"Sonny?" She was breathless.

"Alissa." I returned. My voice caught. I felt like I was trying to swallow a meatball again, the respite had been short-lived. 

"Sonny, I am sorry, I cannot talk. Sammy and I, we are on the plane waiting for it to take off. Four fucking hours in this tin cigar! Did he tell you? Yes, yes just a fucking minute. Yes, fine. Goddammit can you wait a fucking minute. Oh no, don't do that...I am fucking hanging up you fucking prick!" She was gone. 

I stared at my phone and then watched as it figured out I was alone and blinked through its series of "what the fuck are you doing, you idiot" screens telling me I was about to be ignored by my own phone, at the moment my only true friend. Then, to add insult to injury, the little shit blinked once and then went completely off. I had no power. 

"Fuck me." I said to the darkness.

My cock was still hard. 

I had no desire to become Laura Wills for this woman but, fuck me, if D. Debra Hamilton called me I would go running to have her sit on my face all over again. That realization knotted my stomach back to where it was but I swear I could not explain why. That sort of helplessness in the face of someone else's desire, a virulently selfish desire left me ashamed and sickened by my own will to give away whatever she wanted for abso-fucking-lutely free. I knew this would not end well and in that moment I resolved that I was not going to let this flood, this cataclysm that was D. Debra Hamilton swamp me. I wasn't going to escape but I had to find some way to balance the debt she had incurred for me, for us. I had to. Suddenly, again, I felt better because despite everything, I had this calm feeling that I would figure something out. When it comes to pussy, I always seem to do so. 

I looked at the door to the house, a dim outline. A night light gave enough illumination to make shit look eerie. "Shit." I said out loud again. Through that door were my three sisters. 

Did I mention that my cock was still hard? 

"Maybe they are asleep?" It was a hopeful thought. I was only thinking of getting to bed but knew I needed a shower, what dreams may come when I shuffle off this mortal coil if I don't wash the pussy juice of my face? 

My cock remained hard. 

"Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit." I growled. I wanted to howl. I licked my lips and the tang of Dee Dee Hamilton sang through my body. My lips felt the crinkled skin of her aureoles on them, my tongue snaked out and I could feel her shiver as I licked them, her hands were claws on my shoulders. 

"I will never fuck you, Sonny Duncan." Her tense voice said, rang in my ears. The words echoed in my head. 

"Argh!" I shouted then quieted, hoping no one could hear. I got out of the car and immediately realized that it smelled like Dee Dee orgasms. No wonder I was hallucinating. I got in, activated the windows and rolled them down so they would air out. It was my sister's car, after all and what if they used it for something and...and smelled pussy in it? I had told them I was in love but how would they react to smelling her in the car like that? I resorted to discretion and opened all the windows. Surely D. Debra would not permeate the whole garage? Nah!

I staggered to the door, my kickstand uncomfortably resistant to movement. I felt like someone was trying to sharpen the end of my prick with sand paper. I had no idea why my briefs felt so rough! My cock must have been so hard the skin was blindingly sensitive—stretched so tight it was getting really thin. I put my hand on the door and turned the knob.

My heart sank. Someone was up. The light from the flat screen TV illuminated the living room, giving it a glow. After a moment of stillness, I heard the low rattle of gunfire. 

"Sonny? Is that you?" 

Tawny! I was so glad it was her. I closed the door. "Yeah, its me." I could not keep the dolor out of my voice. 

The cracking of the gunfire cutoff. "Sonny? You okay?"

I rubbed my cock with the palm of my hand, trying to get it to fit better. No luck. I almost groaned. Fuck it almost hurt. I wanted it to go down before I went into confront her. The last thing I felt like was confronting my sisters. 

My cock, however, was much less sure. 

Then I got it. I felt stupid but it made perfect sense. I straightened, pushing my cock straight out in front of me, making a perfect tent in my pants, grimacing as the end pointed hard into the cloth. I walked into the living room.

Tawny lay on the couch, covered by one of the afghans Mom's mother had made her. She sat up, eyes on my eyes but then, she looked down at my crotch. How could she not. It was like I had a neon arrow pointing at it. "What's wrong, Sonny?" 

I grinned, my face felt like plastic. "Girl troubles." I said. My fucking voice cracked. 

My older sister shifted right into Mom mode. She uncovered herself, she still wore blue jeans and a blouse so she was not ready for bed, and scooted to one end of the couch. No bra though, her breasts shimmered past the thin blouse. "Sit down." She said. "Tell me everything." 

I'll be damned if I didn't do just that. Not just a circumspect account that outlined my present pussy conundrum, everything. It all came out. Meeting D. Debra Hamilton and every date, every meeting, every conversation, every phone call...I was fucking pathetic. Then I got into the real details, her kisses, her breasts, her skin...I told it all, ever erotic little bit. I felt like someone was pounding on my chest with a tire iron, from the inside. That is surely what a heart attack feels like, except that I was not shitting myself but only because I was wearing a good pair of pants. 

I told my sister everything right up until the car door slammed shut and I watched D. Debra totter to her front door in her high heels, coat and bra in her arms while she fumbled for her keys, her hair a mess, like she had just come a half-dozen times on a man's face. Well, she had. Her fine dress was ripped up the side. 

Where before I had once felt some pride, here I felt just a hole in my soul. Everything seemed to collapse on me but dammit, I did not cry. Okay, I teared up a time or two and Tawny pulled me into her soft embrace. The second time, for a longer period but then she sat back, her nose wrinkling. 

"You smell like..." 

"Pussy." I said, ever the helpful brother.

"Well, like stale female underwear, is what I was going to say but, okay, I guess pussy would do. Go take a shower. Use Mom's bathroom because I need a dash and a splash too. If, if you are done talking, that is." 

I nodded. Strangely I felt better. 

She smiled wanly. "It will be better, if not in the morning then someday and for the rest of your life. It is, it is good to be in love, Sonny. Never doubt that." 

"It hurts though." I said plaintively. Lord I sounded so like a putz. I was glad it was not Georgia or Dalia who stayed up late watching a bang, bang movie; they would never have let me hear the end of this. Tawny, however, she had a much more tender heart. I felt safe walking up stairs. I got one of the "manly" towels and padded into Mom's bath, turned on the shower, copped a squat and got a whiff of me. I did smell like pussy. 

My cock was still hard.

Took me half an hour to pee. Maybe I exaggerate but it was something like that. I got into the shower and lathered up, shaved and was just rinsing out my flowing locks when movement caught my eyes. Through the steamy glass of Mom's shower, I saw Tawny. She was watching me. 

"Hey." I said, intending it to sound more like an objection, but it came out as a casual syllable of greeting. 

"Hey, yourself." She replied. 

She was a smear beyond the glass. Her golden hair clear through the glass atop the darkness of her blue robe. 

My cock was still hard. I was about ready to call someone. I mean the doctor or something, but what could they do? I did not take any of those magic dick pills they advertise with the caution about the four hour erection. I had to be close. What does it mean if it is stuck erect and no pills were taken? 

"A broken heart." I said out loud. 

"Oh Sonny." Tawny cried. "Oh my poor baby brother!" 

My inside voice, use my inside voice—fuck I hate it when I lose track of that. Tawny appeared as a blur of colors, like a rain soaked impressionist painting of something tall with orange blond hair. Like that. Then, as I watched, my sister shrugged out of the midnight blue robe she was wearing and all that blue from the robe turned a different shade. That color made my ears start to ring. 

When she opened the shower door, I jumped, turning away like a virgin caught by a priest in the shower. My heart hammered in my ears. I felt frightened! My cock was still hard. 

"Sonny?" Tawny whispered, but loud enough to slice through the clatter of the water. 




Extending the MILF List Ch. 03



Sister Act #1: Christmas Sister

I woke up. For a moment I was disoriented. I did not know where I was or what I was doing or with whom. My memory was of D. Debra Hamilton pounding her pussy up into my face while I scrubbed her g-spot with my tongue. I ran a hand down the female body draped over my arm and chest. 

Not Deedee Hamilton. Not to put too fine a point on it but the ass was not the right size. I checked, then I checked again. For some reason my mind just did not grasp what I was feeling or feel what I was grasping. There was no recognition. None. You know how you have the flush suffuse through you when something clicks and you know you know something? You are as sure as you are of your own teeth and you get this feeling that says you are in the here and now, alive and well? I got none of that. Nothing. For some reason I was incapable of addressing the present situation with any words at all. I just felt the gentle breathing of the female lying against me. 

My eyes were closed and I inventoried the sensations I was waking to. She had her breasts pressed against my side. Her head lay on my shoulder and a leg was thrown over mine. My cock woke with the realization she was nude. It swelled, stiffened and rose up, swiping along the top of her thigh. Still my mind was empty as a flushed toilet, just full of pointless swirling. My lips formed the words and my voice spoke it, a rough whisper before my mind was able to penetrate the darkness of my eyes and wash me with the realization. 

"Tawny." I whispered. I had fucked my sister. I had fucked my sister! 

Now, given the long and winding road paved with pussy, MILF pussy, Mother pussy and all manner of other pussy scattered before me like palm fronds (I am definitely going to hell!), it might seem odd for this to have such an impact on me. This effect, though, was complicated, like delicate layers of a dessert with crust and cream cheese and chocolate all separate but laying together waiting to assault the tongue and your sense of taste in an indistinguishable but delicious blend. D. Debra Hamilton insisted she was never going to fuck me. So, distraught, I fucked another woman. Not in revenge, exactly but more to...oh, who am I fooling? I was going to fuck a napkin holder if I didn't get real live pussy pretty soon. So I had...fucked a woman, one who would fuck me, wanted to fuck me, did fuck me. But not just another woman, though, this particular naked female was Tawny, my own sister. Older than me but still my youngest sister, she and I had made the double-backed beast and...now my cock was very hard. Again.

The minx moved her hand down my chest, across the plane of my stomach, through the desert of my abdomen, tickling my pubic hair and lower, to grasp my cock. Not too hard, not too soft but just right, the hand gripped me Goldilocks perfect; my sister wrapped her delicate little hand around my cock and went still. Still. Not another movement. Her breath feathered over my chest, regular as heartbeats, wispy and sweet which made me think I was dreaming. My cock throbbed in her hand. I had a momentary idea that I was going to sprain her hand but that thought got crowded out by the idea of rolling this family female onto her back and penetrating her body once again with my very hard cock. 

So I did. 

What a good idea it turned out to be, for a little while. I turned against her and rolled gently onto her back. Her head turned away from me. She lay still, breathing softly in her sleep. I touched her center and found her still flush with fluid from last night, twiddled with her pussy till she groaned in her sleep and lifted her hips. A limp hand fell against my upper arm, lank and lifeless. Her legs moved, the one next to me pressing insistently against me till I moved out of the way, letting her open her legs for me. I am so polite. My finger traced the lips of her pussy lightly, drifting up and down her cleft. 

"Uh." She grunted softly. Not a word or even a syllable but some prehistoric sound that had only one meaning. I got between her legs and with one hand probed down till I felt her pussy with the tip of my cock. In it went. 

"Uuuhhhh." Tawny grunted again. To be perfectly honest it was a groan, not a grunt. Groans last longer and have syllables if you listen closely enough. This was clearly not a grunt. I was very attentive and understood it to mean, "More cock." I should work for the UN as an interpreter. 

I lifted my ass up and felt her pussy cling to my cock as it lifted out of her body. I reversed direction and dropped down into her. Her hips lifted and just like that I was seated inside my sister again. 

"Oh Christ's best crackers." Tawny's voice sifted up to me. Her head straightened and her eyes fluttered open. "My brother has pushed his cock inside of me." She breathed, panting around the words. "Again." Her hands moved to grip my ass and with that stringent morning strength yanked me down, interrupting my rising motion and filling her pussy once more with my still very hard cock. "Oh god!" She groaned. "Oh yes, god, please fuck me again! Some more!" She was instantly aroused, instantly enthused, instantly engaged, consumed with the idea of fucking her brother. No reluctance caused resistance in her. "Oh yes, Sonny, fuck me again." 

I obeyed, lifting my ass against the insistent pressure of her hands intent on replacing my cock back into her body as it had lately been. Just as I halted, holding myself still at the apex of my stroke, the door to Mom's bedroom opened. 

"Oh, oh, oh!" 

I heard the voice. I felt Tawny go completely stiff. I froze, my ass and back arched in the air and immediately knew this was no pose I could long keep. 

"Nova! I think I found them. No, I know I found them. Yes, Sonny came home last night." 

From the bowels of the house I heard Georgia, my eldest sister, shout. "I know, my car is in the garage. Where..." Her voice caught. 

My reserves vanished and I drifted down, slicing into Tawny as I did so. 

"Oh, oh, oh god!" Tawny groaned again as my cock penetrated her oozing pussy. Automatically her knees lifted up and her hips hitched under me. I slipped a shade deeper into her lithe body. 

"Well fuck me runnin'!" 

I heard Georgia growl behind me. 

I felt a prickly feeling run up my spine, bounce off my head and rattle back down, all the way to my tingling, curled toes. Under me, I felt Tawny relax. Her body ceased resisting my presence. Her hands, pinching my ass—probably left marks—relented and she moved them up my back. They tossed the blanket and bed spread off my shoulders. She kicked with one leg till I was uncovered to my knees, planted between her open legs. She locked her heels behind my thighs.

"Fuck me, Sonny." She said in a tight voice, as though through gritted teeth. "Fuck me hard. I want, I want to come. Again. Please. Fuck me, Sonny!" Her raw voice rattled like gravel dumped in a bucket. 

Who was I to argue? I rammed down into my sister. Hard. 

She grunted. "Yes. Like that! Hard. Fuck me hard, Sonny!" 

"In love my ass!" Georgia growled behind me. 

"Georgia!" Dalia's voice twittered behind me. 

"If he was fucking in love he wouldn't be fucking his sister right here in..."

"Shush!" Dalia said sharply and oddly, Georgia who never listened to anyone, shushed. 

The tingling in my body was very confusing. Under me, Tawny was surging, her hips flapping up at me in perfect rhythm, meeting me as I descended down into her and then pulling down and away as I lifted off. She grunted and gasped as I rooted into her and sighed as I pulled out of her. 

"Fuck me, Sonny!" 

"Georgia! Georgia, come away from there."

"They're fucking!" 

"I can see that. Now let's go. This is none of your business!" 

"None of my business?" Georgia's voice skipped up an octave, like the lighting of a fuse.

"None of our business. Let's go."

"Not our business? That is our sister and our brother, fucking in our Mom's bed!" Georgia's voice attained that peculiar screech that sounded like a mixture of bad car breaks and fingernails on a blackboard—which I had heard in a demonstration at the open house for a sod, one-room school, so I fucking know what that sounds like. It ain't pretty. 

The top half of my body was twitching with the sound and the fury of my eldest sister's voice and the other half, the part touching my youngest sister's nude body underneath me, that part was tingling with the nascent thrill of an impending orgasm. 

"I know who it is. I know what they are doing!" Dalia's voice became raw. "I, I can see just fine from over here. Come on, Georgia, come out of Mom's room." Dalia's voice got lower and lower as she spoke till the last two words were spoke with soft reverence. 

My orgasm took that opportunity to arrive. "Oh fuck!" I grunted and hammered down into Tawny." 

"Oh yes! Oh come, Sonny, fill me up!" Her voice was thready and thin, squeaking around her teeth like I was squeezing it out of her, which maybe I was. Distracted as I was, I paid little attention to the distribution of my weight and as the orgasm fountained up in me, I lost all caring. I hammered up and down into my sister's pussy with short, stout strokes that she met with equally stout bumps of her own, taking a moment to grind as we slammed together each time, her little ass making little circles as she wrote my name on the back of her pussy with my cock. 

Suddenly, just as I was running out of steam, or cum as it were, Tawny bucked into an orgasm of her own. Her legs lifted up and locked across my ass, or almost did. We formed a loose but intense love knot. She pulled herself against me and then corrected her angle. She managed to lock her legs around my waist. Once so positioned, she began to buck under me with some great violence that I felt with great pride. Her voice rattled with passion, her hand pulled at my shoulder. Her head shook back and forth. Her eyes squinted and her mouth formed a tense shape as she panted and grunted in the throes of each, escalating orgasm. 

When the storm passed and we lay, entwined in our mother's bed, both gasping around the throes of our departed climaxes, Tawny lifted her head and tried to look past my shoulder. "Are they gone?" She panted.

"Who?" I returned, half honestly. It was like some evil doctor had cut out my speech center. My mind felt like I was a parrot only speaking words I had heard a lot but making no contextual sense. 

"Dalia. Georgia." Tawny grunted. "Get off me, ya big oaf. What? Are you trying to suffocate me?" 

"I think, I think you need to unlock your legs, dear sister." I returned as dryly as I could which was pretty dry. 

"Oh. Right." Tawny mumbled. She did not move. She flexed her lithe legs, tightening them around me. 

"Uh, Tawny." I said, half confused by her and all confused by me and my brain. 

"Do I have to? It feels so good, like this. Me, full of cock, you, you, your cock. My goodness, aren't you the lively one. Still hard after all this time." Her hips punched up at me, drilling my cock into her slushy depths. 

I heard real wonder in her voice and did not try to peer beneath me to see if she was being sarcastic. One had to be on guard with Tawny because she could do such things, be sarcastic I mean, very softly so that you hardly noticed. 

"Get off me!" She grunted. 

I tried but she still had not released me so we just toppled over onto our sides, me pinching her one leg uncomfortably under my side. Motivated by this discomfort, we disconnected and rolled onto our backs, during which I was able to verify the room was empty of other sisters and the door was closed. How Dalia had gotten Georgia out of the room I did not know but I was most grateful. I would pay her back, with interest. Dalia liked to watch. She had two sisters. I was sure I could return the favor though not in kind. 

"They're gone." I said once Tawny and I were both situated. 

"I know. They were terrified to see you coming and ran out of the room screaming." 

"I don't remember that. I think that was you screaming."

"Oh, right. You're probably right. Probably." She sat up. "Oh fuck. What happens now?" 

I looked up at her. I did not have a clue. 

Tawny looked down at me, her tits pleasantly full and bobbing just right there! "Sonny, let me handle this. This was my doing. I, I think I know what to do. But I think you should, uh, you know, be out of the house. There could be screaming females and you have a tendency to not know when to keep your big mouth shut and your nose in your own business when we are screaming at each other."

I grunted. She was right about that any way. I had no idea where I was going to go but then something weird occurred to me. It was almost Christmas. Christmas! You know what that means? Shopping. For presents. Which I had done none of! I was out of the bed and into the shower before I thought about it. My brain was still lagging reality on a number of counts. Showered, I found Mom's room vacant. I crept to my room, dressed and crept with the same sort of temerity down stairs, through the house to the garage and out. I had no idea where my three sisters were but I saw no blood and heard no screams so I had plausible deniability if someone turned up dead. 

I had the idea that I should call one of my buddies but realized they were likely all gone. I had been incommunicado for so long I felt weird calling them now. Plus, I was confused about whether to crow about boinking Tawny or keep it too myself. It seemed to be in that gray area that makes you cautious. I avoided it till about eleven when the elbows to ribs shopping finally got to me. I called for reinforcements and found I was Custer. Everyone was indeed out of town. I skipped Sammy since I knew he was gone. I skipped Landon because I did not know what to say. Chris did not answer and Brent was indeed gone for Christmas and told me I was the lone ranger still in town. 

I went back to shopping. Reluctantly. What a pain in the ass. I was surrounded by a bunch of other men, wandering through the stores like fellow holiday zombies, eyes glazed with disbelief that we had let Christmas sneak up on us again and here we were, stumbling with all the other guys who had missed the memo and forgotten to buy the gifts that would get us laid. I snickered when I thought that, thinking I had gotten laid, in my own house, with no gift for anyone at all and best of all, I had every expectation of having all of my sisters for the holidays. I thought immediately of D. Debra Hamilton and felt guilty and got hard in the middle of the mall surrounded by the other holiday zombies. I got hard but did not take the trouble to attach that hardon to any particular female. They all qualified for one reason or another. Merry Christmas!

So I went back to shopping. But what really pissed me off was every time I got a good idea about what to buy someone, they were fucking out of it. Finally I fell into a group of guys who were just touching shit and if something stuck to their hands, they bought it. I got something to eat about three which improved my mood considerably. I realized as it got dark that I had no way of knowing what I would find when I got home. So I went to the movies, which were packed. I was a guy, alone, stuffed into a seat between two necking couples for three hours, all because I was scared to go home and fuck my sisters again. I only had one to go, so what was the big deal? No big deal, not really. I stayed for the late show, another three hours. What a coward. I got home about one in the morning. The house was dark, silent and bloodless so I slipped into my own bed, grimy with holiday cheer and the beer I spilled down my chest creeping upstairs. 

I slept like the dead. The next morning, oddly, I felt more or less normal. I showered and when I got out of Mom's shower, I smelled the luscious aroma of breakfast, bacon and waffles and all that stuff. My stomach growled and I growled and decided I had to face the music sometime. It was Sunday and no one went to work. It was Christmas Eve. I wanted it to feel special but I was just scared. I went downstairs, bravely if I say so myself, to face my sisters, my family. 

My arrival in the kitchen went utterly unremarked. Georgia was looking at her IPAD and Dalia was cleaning up a waffle, licking syrup off of a bit wad before stuffing it into her mouth. Tawny stood staring down at the waffle iron, a stack of overcooked waffles on the plate beside her. No one looked at me. For a moment I felt invisible but then Tawny saw me and she grinned. Her eyes twinkled and she licked her lips. She turned away from the waffle iron, glanced back and then gestured me over. She turned her back on the waffle iron and put her arms around my neck. She nuzzled my ear. Her whisper shivered through me.

"I am yours. Till you are done with me. We, we worked it out. Tell you about it later. Till, till you are ready to stop, you can have me, whenever you like. Anytime. Anywhere. Anyhow. It is entirely up to you but once you move on, same rules."

I glanced around to see if anyone noticed Tawny whispering in my ear. Nova and Dalia were so nonchalant it hurt. I appreciated the update. For a moment I almost objected but my dear sister presented the proposition so effectively I could find no fault with it. So I just grinned. 

Tawny even kissed the line of my jaw, licking my newly shaved skin. For a moment she hung around my neck, her head cocked back over her back. I felt like she was a girl friend, utterly in love and finally ready to show her feelings to the world, or in this case, to her sisters. What an odd feeling but this whole situation, my whole life had gotten way far away from normal. I had become a profound outlier, even compared to other outliers I was out of sight over the curvature of the earth. 

"Your waffles are burning." I said. "Again."

"Dammit, dammit, dammit! I am going to get one right before I quit!" Tawny disengaged and sure enough, one corner of the round form of four was black as an Angus bull. The rest was bark brown. "Crap, crap, crap."

"The griddle is too hot." Georgia said, her voice even, uninflected. 

"Sonny, do you want eggs? If Julia Child over there will give up and let me, I'll make you some waffles that don't chip your teeth." Dalia said, looking at me blandly. She had watched her sister drape herself around my neck but then looked away when I glanced her way.

I agreed to eggs and bacon, poured orange and coffee and sat down next to Georgia who pointedly ignored me. I asked about Christmas dinner and discovered arrangements had been made in the Ladies room. They filled me in with gradually increasing momentum. Tawny burned another set of waffles and Dalia shooed her over to the table, made four perfect ones that came out just as my eggs were done. Tawny and I ate together and while we ate, the four of us discussed Christmas. I realized I still had a day of gift wrapping ahead of me. I found I had little or no recollection of what I had bought for whom. I wished I had been drinking so I had an excuse but as it was, I decided it was just a blown fuse in my brain. Or an aneurysm. 

"Tawny, since you burned all the waffles, you can clean up the kitchen." Georgia said as she sauntered to the bathroom. Tawny did not debate the order but set to cleaning up the kitchen. 

Dalia leaned across the table. "Fuck her." She hissed. 

I was sure my brain was feeding me chemical hallucinations. "What?" I said dumbly or stupidly or maybe I combined them elegantly into a single grunt.

"Fuck Tawny. Georgia, she needs to see you take her like that. It'll, it'll settle her down."

I thought this assessment improbable. "You trying to get me killed?"

Dalia shook her head. "No. I am serious. If you fuck Tawny, right in the kitchen, right now, then, then she'll, then Georgia, she'll, she'll know that her turn will come. You know how insecure she gets sometimes. All she needs is to see you fucking Tawny and she'll know things will be okay."




Extending the MILF List Ch. 03



"Oh? Like, like yesterday?" I muttered, watching Tawny clattering over the dishwasher, scrubbing to get the soot off the waffle iron. 

"She has to know that this is your deal. You know, that you will fuck who you want, when you want, where you want. If, if you, if she smells fear..." Her voice trailed off as the toilet flushed and the bathroom door opened. "Now. Before she gets here." 

"I am not that fast." I hissed back. Georgia, however, did not return to the table but went upstairs. 

"You missed your chance." Dalia hissed.

"No I didn't. She's right over there, still in the kitchen." 

"That is not what I meant and you know it!" 

God, but Dalia sounded so much like Mom at that moment. I chuckled, a new thought riffing through my brain. "Oh, I get it. You like to watch. Is this your little fantasy? Sex in the kitchen?" 

My dear sister Dalia's face turned scarlet red without so much as a protest or a denial. Her visual response to the question was eloquent and significant. I thought it charming but a little alarming, finding in that pulse-quickening alarm the sure sign that I was not adjusted to the idea of open season on my sisters, any of them, much less all of them. In that moment, I felt the strangeness that must have titillated my sisters while I was boning my own mother. Wow, that must have been strange, way stranger than I had thought at the time because, well, I thought I was Johnny come lately to the party, the last of Mom's dear children she had seduced. The fact that my perfectly conservative, repressed mother had deceived us all and had me as she wanted me did nothing to alleviate the sense of strangeness. 

"Well?" Dalia hissed urgently, overcoming her embarrassment at being caught out. 

"What are you two whispering about?" Tawny asked from the kitchen sink, turning to hitch her ass on the edge. The robe she wore was an old ratty one that Georgia used to wear. It hung on her slight frame like a tent on a bird cage. It draped clear to her ankles, showing only her slippers below it. 

"Dalia wants to watch me fuck you." I said. 

Tawny looked like she had been hit with a waffle iron. 

"I did not." Dalia said, lying through her teeth. She was lying, I was there, I heard her say it. 

Suddenly, low lying Richard decided that was a damn good idea, fucking Tawny while my other sisters watched, I mean. I felt like announcing the new blue light special so Georgia could come watch, or watch and come as it were. I kept quiet. Still, even with Georgia gone, it still seemed like a good idea. I stood up. 

Tawny watched me stand like I was coiling a bull-whip in my hands. She swallowed. "You have got to be kidding." She mumbled, but I noticed she did not move. 

I turned my eyes very deliberately to Dalia. "So? What is your fantasy about the kitchen? How does it start? How do you want it to happen?" The look on Dalia's face told me either I had hit the nail on the head or I had found the perfect nail to match her hammer. 

Dalia's big eyes blinked. She cast a glance over at the stairs where Georgia had disappeared, gulped and then nodded once. "Uh, she, she's your lover. You put your arms around her from behind and kiss her on the neck. Like that."

"From behind then?" 

Dalia nodded so quickly I got the message loud and clear. We were talking about fucking, not kissing. 

Tawny was looking back and forth between us like she was being auctioned off. But she did not move. I moved out from behind the table and into the cooking area of the kitchen. Tawny watched but she did not move. I bent over and closed the dishwasher, moving past it to stand immediately in front of her. Her eyes were fairly bulging, wide as could be. Her lips twitched. 

"Turn around." I said softly. 

Tawny hesitated, her eyes flicking past me, I presumed to find Dalia. "You aren't serious." She said, a statement, not a question. "You aren't serious," she said again. "Are you?" 

I did not respond. The sensation of control flooded over me. Dalia had inadvertently handed me the handle, the flight stick attached to them all and I had hold of it with all my might. I had a curious feeling, my mind flashed back two days to D. Debra Hamilton. In that single moment, just before Tawny turned her back to me, placed her hands on the edge of the sink and arched her back so her ass created a bulge in the back of her green robe, I felt both what D. Debra Hamilton felt using me and what I felt being used, what Tawny must be feeling. Or at least, till she did as I commanded, what she was thinking about feeling. In that moment I felt both sensations, the master and the slave and both emotional sensations in my skin, I was both. How fucking weird is that?

Then my sister Tawny turned her back to me and popped her ass out at me, making it a distinct, provocative movement. It felt like a dare, a dare for me to do something. I flowed in behind her, hands smoothing along her waist, encircling her. I kissed the side of her neck and she giggled, squirming inside the loop of my arms. I kissed her neck up through the strands of her blond hair to her ear. "I am going to have you now. Again." I said softly. I pressed my now perfectly hard cock into her arched ass. 

Tawny suspired, her breath hissing out of her like steam out of a pressure cooker. She turned her head, twisting impossibly around to present me with her sexy mouth. "You're serious?" She said, a fringe of wonder in her tone. 

I kissed her, softly on the lips. "I am." I backed away then kissed her again. "Serious." I kissed her again. I repeated the motion several times till her mouth responded. The next pass, the kiss became serious and right now. She tried to twist in my arms but I held her tight and her body was wrenched in my grasp as she turned her head to make more out of the kiss. When her lips released me, I stepped back. She made to turn to face me but I held her, twisting her face away from me once more with my hands on her shoulders. When I felt her relax in this pose against the cabinet, I moved my fingers up the the collar of the robe. I pulled back. Tawny untied the sash and the robe peeled back over her bare shoulders. 

It seemed strange to me that she did not wear a shirt or Tee or something but finding her nude under the robe only served to inflame my growing passion. Her back creased down the spine, bending her shoulders back so I cold remove the robe. Her arms dangled down her back like loose hawsers on a docked ship. The robe settled down her arms and I withdrew it from her hands and draped it over one arm. Tawny put her hands back on the counter and assumed her pose once more, her ass cocked back at me. All she wore were panties, not even a thong, just plain, white, cotton panties that showed her bronze skin under the white so her ass somehow seemed both bronze and white at the same time. I dropped the robe. 

"Oh god." Dalia said from behind me. 

I placed my hands on Tawny's whitish hips when I heard Georgia on the stairs. My back itched, as it had yesterday when I actually was planted deep inside Tawny and they were behind me. Now, now I was contemplating it and it felt like I was running my hands over a sculpture in a museum, a nude that is, of a woman I mean—and I was waiting for alarms to go off leading to me being cuffed and hauled off to perverts prison. 

"I need to go to the store if we are going to have the menu right tomorrow. It will be a madhouse. Sonny do you...oh." Georgia's voice stumbled to a halt, like some ninja had popped her in the Adam's apple. Well, she doesn't have one of those so, in the throat, you know what I mean. "Oh." She said again, cleared her throat. "Don't let me interfere." 

I did not hear her move. Tawny's skin just above the line of her panties seemed to sizzle. My eyes were fixed on her hair, tousled down her back. I was thinking about her neck, about marking her, kissing her hard till she squealed. 

"Fuck her." Dalia said behind me. "We, we want to see you, see you do her." 

I felt like a circus act. Strangely, that made my cock swell another half size, testimony in favor of perverts prison, perhaps. It felt like it was about to grow right through the skin. I quit hesitating and slipped my hands up Tawny's sides then down under the cotton briefs. 

"Ooohhh." Tawny sighed. 

I skimmed her panties down her hips, down to the tops of her lovely bare legs. She shivered. I shivered. Once more, not cold. I got them down her thighs but had to squat to get them all the way off. When I stood next, Tawny was leaning on the counter, nude. 

"Fuck me." Dalia mumbled. 

I heard the thwack of a smack behind me. "We agreed." Georgia snarled. 

"Hey, quit it, I didn't mean it like that." Dalia's voice had all the whine of an earlier time, when we were much younger. 

Tawny stood with her ass poked out behind her, her head bowed below her shoulders, waiting. 

"Dalia, like this? This pose?" I said, using up all my control to keep the shakes out of my speaking voice, my outside voice. 

"No. No!" Dalia said, sounding surprised at herself for talking. "You know, bent over the counter, laying down with you behind her?" Her inflection made it a question, like she was asking a musician to play her favorite song. 

"What the fuck?" Georgia muttered. 

I did not hesitate, however. I ran my hands down Tawny's upper arms to her elbows and pulled her backwards, righting her then pulled her arms behind her back. She is so limber I think I could have tied a granny knot with them and she would not have been uncomfortable. I maneuvered her over to the counter, now clear of the waffle maker and everything else. I positioned Tawny beside it and then pressed at her arms. She bent over it lay down. She flinched as her naked body encountered the counter top.  

"Ooo, cold!" She said, then snickered. 

I released her arms and she immediately reached over her head and gripped far edge of the counter. I ran my hands down the arch of her hips to the plank-like planes of her flanks. I eased both thumbs back up the crease of her ass and pulled her hips forcefully apart. Tawny grunted and arched her ass till her pussy appeared between her perfect ass cheeks. When I touched a thumb to her pink, lower lips, she jerked and groaned, "Oh god." 

"Jesus." Georgia mumbled. 

Georgia's presence made me shiver, an inner motion that I could not explain but which I strongly suspected (or hoped) would ease once I had female pussy well wrapped around my cock. I shucked my trousers down and my cock dropped down like a folding ironing board in a cheap motel putting on airs. I instinctively leaned forwards and touched Tawny's ass with the tip. I was damp, dripping even and I left a glistening streak across the arch of her butt. 

"Oh god." Tawny moaned.

"Oh god." Dalia moaned. 

"Fuck me." Georgia growled. 

I did not take Georgia's words as anything but exposition, not a command at all. I bent my knees and let my cock slid down the crease of Tawny's ass. The sensation was sensational, like a sensual echo that reverberated in my body, flashing through me and glancing off whatever part of me it encountered. I crouched a little further and touched my cock to her pussy. 

"Her hands." Dalia panted behind me. "Hold her hands behind her back. You know, cross her wrists." 

For a moment I thought I would turn and look at my sister but decided if I did that I'd start laughing and that would ruin the feel of the moment. I had one of those disconnected "what the fuck is going on here?" moments, but I did not want to break this spell and ruin Dalia's fantasy. So I focused on Tawny. I pushed my cock head inside my sister as I bent forward over her bare back to retrieve her arms. She was compliant and when I pulled her arms behind her, she compiled easily, her hands behind her back, laying on the small of it just above her bent ass. She pressed back at me and I took the hint and pulled on her arms. I pulled my sister back onto my cock. I sank into her like the proverbial hot knife through butter. Her body clinched and she moaned as I penetrated her. 

"Ah, ah, ah," she chanted to some music I could not hear. 

I pulled back and pressed forward again. My cock slipped into her fine sheath till I was pressing my body against her buoyant ass. I was planted deep inside my sister. The pleasure of it robbed me of my reason. I grasped her by the waist, releasing her hands and began to hammer into her. My orgasm was racing towards me and I wanted to return to her some of the pleasure she was giving me. 

I failed. About the fifth or sixth complete cycle of cock into pussy I erupted. I grunted and groaned and ground my cock deep into Tawny from behind. She shuddered and twitched her ass back and forth as I poured cum into her. When I was done, I tried to stand but was so lightheaded I could not find my balance. When the world snapped back into shape, I managed to stand up straight and shuffle off to Buffalo, pulling my cock out of my sister. Tawny lay supine on the counter, her head turned toward the sink, covered with her hair. Her ass dropped and her pussy disappeared. When she released her pose, a streak of fluid appeared on the inside curve of one thigh and streaked all the way to her knee, stopping there and proceeding no further. Tawny did not move. I stared at the racing stripe on her leg. 

"So?" Georgia said after a minute or so of damp silence. "Will you go to the store with me, Sonny?" 

I almost turned around and pointed my glistening member at my other two sisters. If I had I would have fallen flat on my face because my pants were still around my ankles. I bent and pulled briefs and slacks up my legs. "Let me clean up." I said, consciously thinking of wrapping presents. Christmas had arrived for me. 

"No. Don't. I want to watch people get a whiff of pussy on you in the store. That should be a hoot. Let's go before the shelves are empty." Georgia always had that slender element of "fuck you" in her various delights. Perhaps it is being the eldest of several, that willingness to tempt fate. 

I got myself together and then followed Georgia out to her car, not Mom's, like a lap dog going for a walk to take a little pee. I got into the car and we drove to the store in silence. It was not a strained silence and oddly enough I decided that Dalia had been right. Giving Georgia an unimpeded view of me fucking her sister seemed to have calmed her. Dalia was so smart. Maybe I inherited my smarts from her. No, that is not how genetics works, is it? 

We shopped, my sister Georgia and I. By the time we took our place in line half way back to the fish department, we were snickering and laughing and making fun of other people in the store to such a degree that people were looking at us like we were dualing with farts or something. Happy people in public make other people suspicious. In my case, they should have been. The old bats and their MILF daughters needed to look out for me or I would do their daughters and then come back to help myself to a little MILF for dessert. When I said something to that effect to Georgia, she guffawed so hard I thought she was going to tear something. 

Her sniff gambit worked wonders. I had sidled up beside this hot chick looking over the turkeys and kept nudging her, reaching around and past her till she hesitated, sniffed and then looked at me askance. She stood back, staring at me like, well, like she could smell pussy on me. I repeated the performance several times for Georgia's benefit and she was so delighted, she hugged me once, pressing her vast breasts against me. I thought she was going to kiss me right there in the store. My cock was certainly hopeful. But no, we remained brother and sister to the world though I felt her vibrating excitement at her every touch. 

We got checked out and stowed the prenatal feast in the car and drove home. 

Georgia drove into the garage and closed the door immediately but she did not get out of the car. Finally she looked over at me. "Sonny, you have something special. I don't, I don't know what it is, but it is special. You can fuck a woman and the only thing she thinks is that she was happy to accommodate you and then she wonders if you'll ever enter her again. That is rare and I, I don't understand it. Tawny told us about, uh, about the MILF list, abut Mom, all of it. I get it. Why you let me dangle, twisting in the wind. You, you had lots of pussy on your mind and a commitment to your friends to make it, er, to complete it. I get it."

I must have said a lot more the other night to Tawny than I remembered, which was almost nothing. All I remembered was talking and every time I inhaled too rambunctiously I got a clear whiff of D. Debra Hamilton in my nose, her pussy that I had recently had my tongue inside I mean, not her perfume. I remembered that distracting state of affairs distinctly. Of the words, the words I spoke, the rest of it was like I had read it from a script but remembered nothing. In retrospect, I thought I had told everything that first night, when we all confessed stuff but apparently either they did not listen or I left out a lot of stuff. My pussy doused confession to Tawny apparently made a much more profound impression on my sisters. How could I expect them to remember it all or take it all in when I could not grasp it all at once, consistently or totally? After all, I had just insisted that I thought I was the last child our mother had seduced and that she had rode of into the Chinese sunset astride a monster cock. Who can blame them if the rest of sort of ran together. 

"We, I, Tawny, we all three, we want it too. You know, airtight. Like Mom. Like the MILFs." 

Holy shit, I thought, what did I say to Tawny? I certainly did not remember getting that specific. 

"I wanted Dalia to ask you but, well, I am. Asking I mean. Tawny dressed us down pretty good the other day for treating you like a piece of meat, particularly when you were in love. I am sorry about Deedee Hamilton, Sonny. She is such a slut. Even when I knew her she was always looking for a new ride. I am pretty sure she fucked to get out of high school and almost certainly to get into college. I bet her grades are mostly indicative of the times she has been on her back and not test scores. Still scoring I suppose but still. She'll surely break your heart so, uh, I think it is good that you have us, can have us I mean, to uh, you know, distract, relieve the pressure..."

My sister floundered and I let her. I heard her scorn for Ms. Hamilton and ignored it; you are no dummy if you are an engineer and from what I witnessed of her, Deedee Hamilton was doing fine. I sat staring out the windshield of the car, not daring to turn my head. I was full of the longing for D. Debra Hamilton and my cock got hard as I thought about the feel of her ass in my hands as I ran the tip of my tongue gently up her cleft. I loved how her hips clinched and twitched as I tasted her. I remembered her voice, silken like her pussy and urgent, demanding but appreciative and encouraging. My cock got really hard. I think I blacked out.

When I roused again from my trance, I was alone, the door to the backseat was open, the kitchen door was open and half the stuff was gone. I looked around sheepishly, wondering what happened to Georgia while I disappeared into my pussy dreams. 

I finished hauling bags into the house and then retired to my room to wrap presents. I found I had gone a little nuts with the whole gift buying thing. I think being flush for the first time in my life sort of went to my head, the big head. I had way too much stuff and did not want to wrap it all but saw no way to escape so I did. I had to borrow paper from my sisters to finish. My packages looked like they had been wrapped by a one-armed blind man. No, he would do that better than I would. Shit. I suck at that shit. I had so much stuff because I bought something nice for all of the MILFs and doubled up on my blisters to make up for Mom's absence. 




Extending the MILF List Ch. 03



Much as I hated the whole thing, I discovered on that Christmas that I could buy clothes for women. Only the blouse I bought for D. Debra Hamilton was too small. She laughed pleasantly when she opened it and told me I was so sweet but her tits would never fit in that blouse. All the other stuff, mostly clothes, fit the women perfectly and what's more, they all loved it. Turns out I do have a super power that does not involve penetration. 

When I emerged from my room, smells of baking lay like a fog in the house. I made three trips down to the Christmas tree. I pondered leaving presents for MILFs under the tree but decided the cat, er pussy, was out of the bag now and it would be fun to tweak their noses with the obvious notice that there was a plethora of other pussy out there for me to penetrate. Perhaps that would contain my sister's enthusiasm for ordering me around. I dreaded dealing with that tendency directly. Well, to be perfectly honest, I dreaded everything up to the point where I tied them up and took the belt to their ass and fucked them. I liked that idea. A sister bound and gagged while I administered a little pain to her ass just before planting the flag. I got confused about whether I wanted to do this with a sister watching or not. I thought about starting with a MILF and wondered if I could wiggle Mrs. Wills out of her son's clutches long enough to make an example of her. She would love it. My sisters might appreciate the dry run, er, test run? Test run. I had a flash of a stripped black woman and found I was less sure about Mrs. Honeywell. She might not appreciate her status as slut in my control being exposed to my sister's. I wondered what she would think about watching me fuck one of my sisters? Hmm. A distracting thought. 

I was carrying gifts with a hardon which made me walk funny when I had that thought and realized I had basically exposed the MILF list to the good graces of my sisters. The MAD policy was still in place; that is mutually assured destruction, not mothers against drunk driving. However, the MILFs might not feel so sanguine about this, nor, for that matter, would my sisters like to be exposed to that sort of general public knowledge. I was carrying the last load down as my sisters trooped out of the kitchen, all smudged with flour and adorned with sugar. They were a mess. 

The gifts stuffed in one place under the tree, towards the back so their untidy appearance sullied Christmas picture the least, I stood up and regarded my sisters with a guilty grin and one very hard cock. "Merry Christmas!" I said as heartily as I could with so little blood in my head. I did pretty well. 

They responded with a "Merry Christmas, Sonny," of their own, which I appreciated. But then they just stared at me. 

"What?" I said, teasing. Only Tawny wasn't staring directly at my tented crotch. She was licking her lips however. Her hair was pinned up but looked like a rat's nest. God it was sexy. She had that dishabille that made her look lusty and vulnerable at the same time. "What?" I asked again, wanting an answer.

"I think," Dalia started, "uh, that we should all open a present, you know, tonight. On Christmas Eve." Her eyes left my crotch and found my eyes. They were terribly expressive and I was terribly dense. I had no idea what she was thinking. 

"Me first." I said jovially, as though that would fly. 

"I am the oldest, I go first." Georgia insisted. 

When Dalia nodded and said, "Eldest first." I knew she had something in mind. 

"Let's eat first." I said. My sisters all groaned. They had been cooking all afternoon and now it was getting dark, they were tapped out. The first of the various caroling groups could be heard in the distance. We agreed to eat. They had made hot cider they would offer to the carolers as Mom did each year. We fixed grilled cheese, greeted two or three groups of carolers with cider till we ran out. We sat down in the living room to watch TV, and caught the tenth reairing of "White Christmas". 

Finally, Dalia turned off the TV. "Time to open presents." 

"One present each." Georgia added. "Me first." She selected something from under the tree with her name on it and tore it open. She squealed. It was some kind of perfume or some other dainty thing. Dalia followed suit and then Tawny. I got up to head for the tree but Tawny spoke up.

"I think we should all tell our fondest Christmas wish." She said, a glint in her eyes. 

Dalia looked daggers at her but then her face changed to approval. Whatever ESP they exchanged I missed it entirely. 

"Me first," Georgia said.

"I haven't opened my present yet." I said. It came out an embarrassing whine. No one paid any attention. Georgia went to get rum-spiked eggnog. 

"Sit down. We should have done this first." Tawny said. She never gave me orders but always acted the sweet young thing. I was daunted and sat down. I confess I was thinking of having a little Christmas Eve poke so my cock was tenting my pants. I rather made a show of it, making no effort to bend it out of its holiday stance, and I must say, into a more comfortable position. 

We toasted with the eggnog. Then Georgia asked for world peace and Dalia asked for our Mother to be safe and happy in far away China or Hong Kong or wherever. We all toasted and had to get refills. 

It was Tawny's turn. She stared at the beautiful tree and took a sip. "I have always dreamed of having great sex on Christmas Eve and on Christmas morning. You know, a Christmas orgasm. Or two or three." She turned her eyes to me, they were shining and wide and I must say, very inviting. We all toasted to the Christmas orgasm. 

It was my turn. I thought of just saying "fucking my three sisters" but thought that might upset this detente they had negotiated so I was a bit stuck. I wanted to say just the right thing to match the mood, particularly Tawny's since I was pretty sure we had the same idea but she got to say it first, I had to be original. Then I had it.

"I always dreamed of being in love on Christmas Eve and getting to kiss my girl under the mistletoe." I said. I got the 'ahs' and 'ohs' I anticipated. The mood was left perfectly intact with a little Christmas goose that increased it. We all drank. "Now, can I open my present?" 

Dalia looked over at Tawny and said in a husky voice that sounded exactly like Mom. "Yes, I think you should open your favorite Christmas present." She stared at Tawny till Tawny and Georgia both noticed and Tawny blushed. Dalia's meaning was clear to everyone. Now I understood why she insisted I go last. 

"Oh." I mumbled. "Oh!" The possibilities began to dance around in my head. 

Georgia was looking back and forth between Dalia and Tawny with a puzzled but curious look in her face. She hated being left out. Tawny and Dalia used to act like they had a secret and it would always make Nova cry when they refused to tell. She'd go to Mom and insist she make them tell her their secret and Mom would make it a teachable moment. Nova often retaliated later, bloodying Dalia's nose one time. "What are you two thinking?" Sometimes the woman could be utterly daft. 

Dalia leaned off the chair where she was sitting and whispered into Georgia's ear for a second. Her green eyes got huge and she put a hand over her mouth. Then she looked at Dalia and nodded enthusiastically. 

"So? Sonny, it is finally your turn, you know, to pick the present you want to unwrap." Dalia said, her voice low and sultry. 

I turned my eyes towards Tawny, sweeping the room like a lighthouse beacon. I made a grand gesture of pointing towards her. "I want that one unwrapped." I said grandly. I looked at Dalia. She just nodded. 

"I think we should unwrap it for you, Georgia and I. Okay?" The last was for both Tawny and me. I nodded and Tawny gulped then nodded. 

I had the distinct feeling that there was more in store for dear Tawny then just being stripped by her sisters. I had high hopes. The only more perfect thing would have been if D. Debra Hamilton was sitting on the couch with me salivating at the thought of Tawny fucking me, but that was so far beyond the realm of conception, it seemed like a genuine fantasy. 

"Okay. Present, stand up." Dalia uncurled from her chair and got to her feet, staring expectantly down at Tawny. Tawny stared back, licking her lips and sitting so still it seemed like she was hoping no one would notice her. Georgia scrambled to her feet from the place where she sat on the floor. She pushed the coffee table before me towards the Christmas tree. She turned on the gas fireplace and the glow of the light and warmth suffused us. 

When everyone else was still and waiting, Tawny got regally to her feet. She had been sitting on the other end of the couch from me. She rose and turned to face me. Her curtsy was sexy and mocking at the same time. This whole thing felt like a fairy tale, a pea balanced on the back of a spoon that would roll off and ruin the picture if any of us made the wrong move. Tawny moved over to stand in front of me. 

"I am your present, Sonny?" Her voice made the sentence a question. 

Dalia moved over beside her and boldly cupped her hand under Tawny's breast. "You want us to unwrap her for you, Sonny?" 

Tawny's eyes were wide, almost bulging. Dalia's hand on her breast massaged it through bra and blouse. 

Georgia watched her sisters and finally the whole thing penetrated her imagination. Georgia was famously literal, so much so Dalia used to call her a faux-blond just to piss her off, which was never that difficult. Dalia thought it gauche to anger her sister the same way twice. Georgia moved over to Tawny and delicately unpinned her blond hair and finger-combed it into some semblance of order. She gathered Tawny's hair and moved it away from her neck. It revealed a large hickey on her neck. 

"Well?" Dalia asked, teasing out the moment. "Is this the one. Do you want our help unwrapping it?"

I found my mouth cotton-dry. Too much eggnog. I nodded. "Georgia, my mouth is dry, would you get me something to drink?" Thinking water would be nice. 

She looked at me trying to see if I was jerking her chain but then realizing it was important to our little immorality play that I have a wet whistle, she disappeared into the kitchen. Dalia moved around in front of Tawny. 

"Can't see." I said, too loudly. 

Dalia moved around behind my blond sister. Georgia returned with a tumbler of amber liquid. Brandy. Not really what I had in mind but it turned out that Georgia knew her liquids. After the second sip the cottonmouth was gone. 

Dalia smoothed her hands down Tawny's arms, till they hung to her sides. Tawny wore a long-sleeved blouse, a dappled, smeared blur of blue, white, black and purple with startling sparkles of yellow. Dalia's white hands found the top button and released it. Tawny closed her eyes, a gasp rattling past her teeth. Another button and Tawny held her breath. Another button and her cleavage appeared, shaped by the bra. Another and the blouse parted over her breasts, showing the bra cups and the curved slopes of her chest. Another and Dalia pulled it to the sides and the last two left it hanging from her shoulders. Tawny's eyes were closed, her breasts heaved up and down; she panted, constantly licking her lips. Dalia released her bra and Georgia helped her remove it, taking it down off her arms and away out of my sight and consciousness. 

"Oh god." Tawny breathed, her eyes opened, shining with arousal and lust. "Oh god, you guys." Her fingers twinkled at her sides. Her bare breasts shifted and swayed, her heavy breathing giving them motion that demanded attention. Dalia bent and fit her lips over the tip of one breast. "Oh, oh, oh my god, Dally." Dalia fit her lips tightly onto the breast and as though her sucking caused it, Tawny's eyes closed. She shivered. Dalia's hand found Georgia's elbow and tugged at it. Georgia's eyes went wide again but she nodded to herself and bent before her sister and sucked on the other breast. Dalia's black hair and Georgia's orange-red hair obscured Tawny. She looked like she was in the midst of an old fashion fan dance. Her sisters were clearly fans! 

"Oh my fucking god!" Tawny moaned. She exuded effort, expended presumably at standing so still while being so overtly aroused. "Merry Christmas to me." She sighed. "Oh, oh yes, like that. Oh my god, yes. Like that." 

I wondered at her calm when she had seemed so unsure of sharing herself with another woman. I shrugged. Women were mysteries, apparently even to themselves. 

As though working from practiced choreography, Dalia and Georgia both put a hand on Tawny's ass. Her hips pulsed forward, outlined by the tight jeans, bumping in that pleasing passion-infused motion that meant only one thing, at least to me. Dalia, her mouth working at Tawny's breast, found the button on her slacks, released it, and with Georgia, worked them down their sister's hips. Her hips and thighs came into view. Something about the unwrapping of a woman like this made my head throb, all of them. When her jeans were to her knees, her sisters' hands returned to her waist and pulled at the string of her thong and drew it down. Both sisters moved to the side to let the revelation of her pussy appear to me. Together they drew it down while they each kissed and sucked Tawny's breasts. 

Above them, Tawny's eyes opened, glazed and slitted with passion. "Oh god, I never. You cannot imagine." Together, her sisters removed jeans and thong. Tawny stood before me utterly and completely nude, swaying with the sensations slashing at her inside and out. Dalia got behind her and pulled her hair back from her neck. Tawny was half a head taller than Dalia so Dalia's lips touched her where her neck flowed into her shoulders. Dalia kissed up the arch of her back to the long neck, touching the bruise I left there yesterday. 

"Oh god, Dally. Oh my god, no, please. I can't be...oh don't, don't stop." Tawny's voice sizzled with passion. 

Dalia's lips continued to feather up and down Tawny's neck. She moved to the other side, moving the blond hair to show the clear neck. She fastened on it and sucked hard. Tawny's hips jerked, twitching forward. Tawny bent her head to the side, exposing herself more fully to her sister's mouth. For a long minute, Dalia bruised her sister, pulling back at last to look at the new mark on Tawny's neck. Her hands appeared on Tawny's hips and then rose over her stomach till each was under a breast. Dalia turned each hand and fit them underneath Tawny's breasts. 

Looking directly at me, Dalia muttered, "Nova, time to taste little sister. She, she needs to be nice and wet when your brother opens her up, don't you think?" 

I glanced away from Dalia's hypnotic eyes and found Georgia was staring at Tawny. Tawny met Georgia's eyes and then closed hers and waited. 

"Fuck a duck." Georgia growled. She got heavily to her knees and then moved in front of her sister. She placed each hand on the arch of Tawny's perfect calves. Tawny groaned and opened her eyes. She looked down her nude body at her fully clothed sister. Georgia sat on her heels and ran her hands up and down Tawny's slim legs, going higher and higher each time. She moved so fast, like she was striping water off of the woman's body. I was going to tell her to slow down but then her hands rose to Tawny's ass and halted. Dalia's hands gripped Tawny's breasts and pulled the nude woman back into her, leaning her back at the same time Georgia's hands squeezed her ass. Tawny grunted and groaned. Her hips jerked and then popped up and out. Her pussy appeared between her legs. Tawny shifted a foot wider, a clear invitation. Georgia rose up and her head covered her action, her main of wild red hair blocking out what she did to her sister. 

Tawny moaned, watching her sister below her. Georgia did something and Tawny squealed and her hips pumped once, hard. Her head tilted back laying onto Dalia's supportive shoulder. Her hands rose beside her head, her eyes closed. Below, Georgia's mouth at Tawny's pussy slurped loudly in the still room. Dalia massaged Tawny's breasts. Georgia licked and kissed at Tawny's pussy. Finally, Tawny's knees buckled. Dalia held her upright. They wobbled together, while Georgia held onto Tawny's ass, eating her as best she could from that position, which was pretty good. Tawny writhed, hissing and sucking air over her teeth while her hips pulsed against Georgia's face. 

I unbuckled my belt and pulled pants and briefs down my legs. I pulled off my polo shirt and kicked off my shoes. Moments later I sat in the center of the couch, naked. 

"Oh, oh, oh! Oh my great Cesar's ghost!" Tawny shivered and one leg went completely limp. Dalia had to slip an arm around her waist to hold her up right. Dalia grunted. "Sonny, time to open your present." Georgia pulled back and crawled to the side. Tawny struggle to stand, her eyes bleary with passion. When she regained strength enough to stand, Dalia let a hand drift between her legs and she touched a finger to Tawny's pussy. 

Tawny stiffened then arched her back, opening herself to her sister's fingers. Dalia slipped one then two fingers inside Tawny's pussy. She worked at it for a few moments till Tawny stiffened and twitched. "Did you come little sister?" Dalia whispered. 

"Yes. A little. Oh god, please."

"Please what?"

"Let him fuck me. I want to feel him inside me." 

"You are his present." Dalia said. "You must tell us what you want to give him."

Tawny's eyes flickered. For a moment I thought she would object to her older sister teasing her, directing her in our little tableau of sexual celebration. She then bent her head forward, looking down her naked body. "I want to kneel over him." She whispered.

"Yes?" Dalia hissed, clear aroused by what she was witnessing. 

"I want to hold his cock and sit down on him." Tawny said, still whispering. 

"Yes?" Dalia continued prompting.

"I want to sink down onto his cock, taking him side of me. Oh Christ, I want to feel his cock inside of me, piercing me, filling me. I think, I think I can come with him inside me. Oh god, what have you done to me? I want his cock inside of me!" 

Dalia smiled. She nodded. "And if you have that, what will you do for him?" Dalia pressed.

"Oh, anything. I swear it. Anything. I just want to feel him inside of me!" 

Dalia released the aroused woman so abruptly, Tawny tottered and sought her balance. Regained, she stood before me, nude and shaking with desire. She moved immediately, stepping through the distance that separated us. She placed one knee on one side of my bare legs and the other on the other. She shuffled forward, her tits bobbing right before my eyes. With one hand on my bare shoulder, she found my cock with the other. I slumped towards her. When the tip of my cock contacted her pussy lips, swollen, slick with anticipation, and open, I squeaked and I am sure the hair on my head all stood up on end like I was being electrocuted. She sank down onto me, filling herself with my cock. She slid all the way down and then ground herself onto me. She held still. One hand balanced us on the back of the couch and the other moved between us to lift a breast to my lips. I sucked on it. Tawny jerked, her whole body twanging with excitement. 

"Christmas cock." She breathed, shifting her hips back and forth. "God but I love Christmas Cock!" She ground her body onto me. The pleasure shot through me. She bent down over me and kissed me, tipping my head back with both hands. Her mouth was luscious and lush, her tongue lashed me, probing past my teeth, thrusting into my mouth, painting my palate with it. She groaned and proceeded to ride me. Her hips rolled up and back, taking me inside of her then pulling away till just a third or so of my cock remained hooked inside of her. She'd rock forward, ramming herself down onto me, hard. She broke away from my lips, lifting her chin and hissing. Her hips began to throb and bunch with energy unleashed. 




Extending the MILF List Ch. 04



From the Author: Extending continues. There is no direct sister sex in this episode, but the series relies on taboos, just not in this episode, so be aware. Hope you enjoy it. As always, any feedback can be beneficial. Please vote and add comments as appropriate. Thanks for all your support. -C

*****

My phone woke me. I was dazed and confused, to coin a phrase. It was bright, barely light, perhaps even dark. I was unsure and that uncertainty gained relevance when I found the squalling little irritant and tried to see who was calling and my eyes gave only a blurry clue. Whoever it was, it was early. I answered.

"Hello, what!" I snarled, somewhat more vehemently than I intended. 

"Mr. Duncan?" 

I recognized Alissa's voice instantly and that reminded me of last night, of switching sisters, falling asleep in my own bed, waking when Georgia, nude, snuggled in beside me and waking again later when she un-snuggled to Dalia's prodding and urging her to rise and get showered so they could go to work. 

"What?" I said, still more harshly than I intended. 

"Sonny?" Alissa's voice stung my ear. 

Despite her best efforts I could hear the distance, the discontent, the blooming disgust or despair all of which may well have been projections of my own guilty conscience at not having fucked her recently, for more than a month now. Hell hath no fury like a woman spurned, the words throbbed in my mind. There was reproof in her voice, but still, she had called. I could talk to her but I had little idea about what to say so I stalled. "What time is it?" 

"Seven." Her answering voice was a gray shade of neutral. 

"Seven? Why are you calling so early? Is someone dead?" 

"No. No one's dead. You have paperwork for me." A statement, not a question I noticed. 

"I do? Oh, right, I do. The cover letter said I had till uh, the end of next month, January." 

"Well, technically, but...we need you to come into the office. Sid called and suggested we pay you a retainer, this year, before the end of the year so you could pin it on this years taxes. He said your earnings were negligible and this way, you would not lose so much next year, when you are paid for the uh, the work you will be doing for us." Alissa halted. "Can you come in, right away?" 

I rolled over and sat up. I was in my own bed, my sister was gone. I am sure she slept with me. I'd gone to bed after drinking wine with Dalia while...I remembered Tawny's voice ringing through the house while she orgasmed and the silences between the epic throes she called out to us. 

"Right away? I am still in bed." 

"Soon, right away."

"Its the holidays." I objected.

"Soon." Alissa said again. Her voice was brittle. She waited, not hanging up. I could hear traffic in the background. She was outside, near a downtown street on December 29. Still the city clattered to life before seven. 

"Alissa, listen, I owe you an explanation..." 

She interrupted me. "No. You don't. You own me. Use me. Don't use me. Isn't that how it works?"

"You asking me? I never got an owner's manual." Boy. She sounded pissed. Then it occurred to me, she was hurt and the hurt came from neglect, so don't make it worse by neglecting her still. Remembering D. Debra Hamilton's taste made my mouth water and I sucked, slurping into the phone. I almost told Alissa she made my mouth water but declined that temptation. "Are you wearing panties, Mrs. Honeywell?" I asked. 

Pause, a long pause, a long, long pause followed. "Yes." 

"Why?" Dumb question. I had to recover. "Keep them on. When I get there, to your office, I am going to ask you to take them off. Do you know why, Mrs. Honeywell." I heard her inhale, almost a gasp but just a bit too controlled to be a real, gasp. 

"Yes." She answered. "I do. I hope I do." 

"I am going to bend you over your desk, Mrs. Honeywell and do you know what I'm going to do next?" 

She did suck air past the phone then, like someone was touching her between the legs with cold fingers or licking a cold nipple with a hot tongue. "Tell me." She commanded.

"Is that an order?" I chided.

"I...no...no, Mr. Duncan, I just..." She exhaled, retreating from her brittle distance into the warm embrace of my attention. "What will you do with me, if I am bent over my desk?" She deflected. 

"I'll lift your skirt, Mrs. Honeywell. What sort of skirt do you have on?" My cock remembered Mrs. Honeywell, her rich black skin, her large sensitive breasts, her deep, dark pussy. The image was transfigured with D. Debra. I got really hard. 

"It, it is a black pinstriped skirt."

"Tight?" 

She hesitated. "Yes." Her voice was low, almost rough but dusky. 

"Short?"

"It..." she inhaled and exhaled with a long sigh. "It stops above the knees." 

"So I have to take it off?" I asked.

"Yes, yes, you must take it off." 

"Would you like me to remove your skirt, Mrs. Honeywell?" I breathed into the phone. "Don't answer. Think of that question. I'll be down there as soon as I can."

She breathed in, a vibrato sound that became a shaky voice. "Before noon or the notary will be gone." She said. "I'll see you then." I ended the call with her voice reverberating in my brain. I remembered her through the haze of D. Debra Hamilton and m recent capture of my wild sisters. 

I went downstairs, my cock flagpoling through a gap in my robe. My blisters were just finishing up breakfast. They were all decked out in professional attire. I was so horny my chest hurt. I could barely breathe my cock was so hard, so insistent. I looked at Tawny. "I thought you were taking the week off?" My voice sounded tinny. 

"Shopping. They are leaving at noon and we are all going to go shopping." Tawny said. "I have some things to do on my own." 

"Unless...you will be home this afternoon?" Georgia made it a question. "Do you want me...to uh come home? After work?" 

Her eyes fixed on mine but then, as if the effort was to much, they lowered till I could feel them lock onto the rise in the robe and tendrils of her imagination were wrapping around my cock. 

"No." I said and her eyes died, like realizing your family forgot your birthday. I recovered quickly. "Stand up." I said. She did, slowly. "Do you have on panties?" I asked. She nodded. "Pantyhose?" She nodded again. "Turn around. Tawny, get me some scissors." For a moment no one moved but then all three of my sisters were in motion. Dalia migrated deeper into the kitchen to a vantage point, Tawny headed into the sewing room under the stairs and Georgia turned around, shaking. She wore a floral print, well, it looked like a church-lady dress with lavish greens, like an impressionist painting of an Amazon forest replete with orchids and filtered sunlight. The dress was tight but not too tight. It hugged Georgia's ass but had plenty off room around the thighs so that I could lift it. When I did, she shuddered. 

"Bend over, onto the table." She did. The table was mostly cleared. Dalia moved the butter dish and the two cups still there. I glanced at her. Her face was flushed, rapt. I lifted the skirt, pulling it up Georgia's legs till it bound around the broad swell of her ass and hips. I reached up under the skirt and found panties and pantyhose and pulled them down. They rolled into a tight band that turned into a snug cord around the tops of her thighs. I took the scissors from Tawny and clipped into the bunched fabric. Georgia, now bent onto the table, squeaked. She got awkwardly to her elbows and that allowed her to lift her ass. Her pussy appeared between the arch of her ass. A bead of clear liquid appeared out of her pussy and tricked down the inner plane of her pale, flexed thigh. I touched her pussy and she groaned and hitched her hips higher. Her pussy kissed my finger. 

I wanted to finger her but I did not want to keep Alissa waiting or Georgia for that matter. I opened my robe, pulled my briefs down and entered Georgia from behind. 

Sliding into her electrified me. I had been here before and the circumstances washed over me and I had a twinge that I recognized that I missed my mother...that is, I missed fucking my mother. I shivered, rooted in my sister and wondered what mom would think, or feel, or say, or do if she were in the room now, at this moment, watching me fuck her daughter, my sister. I groaned, gripped Georgia by the hips and drilled into her, pumping her till my orgasm overflowed and poured cum into her. She was shaking, shivering and twitching. She squeaked in protest when I pulled my cock out of her. I patted her on the back. 

"Dear sister, no more pantyhose. They are expensive, I expect. Garters or nothing. Nothing is best but thigh-highs if you need to keep your legs warm." I sauntered upstairs, through a shower and emerged into an empty and silent house. The ride downtown to Alissa's office building was easy, the traffic was holiday light. I took the elevator up to her floor and walked past the empty receptionist kiosk, back to where I thought her office was. That little cubbyhole was locked and a name plaque beside it that read, "Randy Reading" which I thought was a curious name. Reminded me of Medium McClusky and his excellent work on Amazon. 

"Mr. Duncan?" 

Alissa's voice seemed to echo in the dark corridors. Heavy clouds filled the sky, bringing it down so low it seemed to be just a ladder's height away. I could see it through the office windows. I turned around to find Mrs. Honeywell standing down the hall from me, dressed as she promised in a very tight, very stylish black pinstripe business suit that hugged her body. Were it not for the well-cut jacket, I would have been able to see her full form but it hid her narrow waist and disguised her bust and the flamboyant flare of her hips. "Mrs. Honeywell. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year."

"Happy Holidays." She returned dryly.

"Oh for heaven's sake, don't be stuffy. Merry Christmas." I said, mocking her political correctness. 

She smiled thinly. "My office is this way." She gestured, opening her palm between us like a game show hostess showing of that new car!. I walked towards her, she turned and I followed, noting with satisfaction that her ass looked good in that skirt. It was short, well above the knees but tight, tight, tight. The switch of her hips made the plane of the skirt shift back and forth. In the dampened silence of the presumably empty office, I swore I could hear her thighs rasping together. Her ass rocked back and forth and then was gone as she turned. I had to lift my eyes to see she had opened a door and was letting me precede her into the room. 

It was a big, plush corner office. "Nice." I breathed, smelling the "new" that emanated from carpet and walls. 

"Bickerstaff's old office. Since I represent 40% of the firm's income with the Kingston Industries and other accounts, Mr. Peppers had me move into this office." She closed the door behind me and began to lower the blinds on the glass walls till we were well and truly alone. Only the desk lamp was on so she strode past me, her thighs hissing as she walked and opened the blinds on her two walls, exposing the milky day beyond, all roiling clouds just about even with us. 

"Nice view." I said, staring intently at her legs. 

Alissa allowed herself a little smile. 

"I do you have panties on?" I asked. 

She sobered. "Asked and answered. I have some business, other business first...that is, I have other business as well with you. Which would you care to deal with first?" 

My cock voted that she needed to bend over her desk but my brain wanted to stagger out of the office right after penetrating her pussy and filling her with cum. I wanted to look like I just fucked a partner in the firm not like I just signed papers. But then I figured, despite all my internal voting, I should make use of her expertise. "You are my attorney, Mrs. Honeywell, why don't you decide how we proceed." 

She smiled, almost warmly. She still had a veneer of "scorned woman" about her. Or, perhaps, it was her professional sheen. Either way she nodded. "A good choice for you, Mr. Duncan, I think. Do you have your papers?" 

"Ah shit." I whacked my forehead. "I completely forgot them!" 

She nodded. "No matter. We can back date them if we need to. We may not need to." She took a seat behind the big, landing-field sized desk. She gestured. "Sit, er, if you please, please sit, Mr. Duncan." 

Our mixed relationship was showing and confusing her. I decided to make things easy for her and sat down. The chair sank low and my eyes were just barely above the plane of her desk, which put me about even with her breasts. I wondered if she realized. Power poses work differently for men and women. It was not imposing to look up at a woman's tits, particularly when they dominated her figure as Alissa's did. 

She opened a drawer and took out several things. She looked over at me and for a moment her eyes were hard and impassive. Then they softened and that softening appeared in her voice when she spoke. "Sonny, here is a check for $10,000 made out to you. This is a private investigator's license, certified in your name back dated to October 12. This is the tax documents, 1099 and what not. There are tags where to sign." She dropped a leather folder, like a bill fold but flatter. "This is your PI license." 

Needless to say I was unnerved. "Okay. Fascinating. What is all of this and what does it have to do with me?" 

"We, listen Sonny, this is pretty simple. We have a private detective who works for us but does not want to be on the books. Nor do we want him on the books. We want you to work for us but not in the capacity that you uh, are going to work in. You need to appear in our records but not in the way you will function for us, or for Mr. Kingston."

I nodded. "Okay." I was still in the dark. "Why doesn't the PI want to be on your books?" 

"Because he does things he does not want other people to know he is doing or doing for us. He is unsavory and wants to be known to be so and working for us would diminish his reputation. This way, he does the work and you get the credit. We have a separate arrangement for how he is paid. We'll use you to account for the work he does for us and pay you using that avenue. Sometimes we will ask you to be at a place at a specified time to establish a logical and verifiable presence, just in case we or someone else requires it. It is just a conceit."

"And if anyone checks, they'll know I don't do that sort of work." 

Alissa nodded. She opened another drawer and pulled out a small black case and laid it carefully on the desk. "This is your gun. You have a permit to carry, this gun. I would suggest you book some time at a firing range so you are familiar with your gun."

I stood up. "Whoa, Alissa, I have no need for a gun. That is crazy. I am not taking that. Not today. Not ever. I am fucking married women. If a jealous husband shoots me, I suppose I deserve it. I will never defend my actions with a gun." 

She regarded me for a time and then finally nodded. "Very well. We'll, uh, take care of that for you. But if anyone asks, you have one but it will be locked in a locker at the gun club. You need to go there a few times, just for the record. This is part of getting involved with people who care deeply about security and privacy. You'll have to get used to it." She put the case away. She stood up and went to the door. She looked down at me with a slight smile and opened the door. "Please tell Ellen to come in, would you please? I am ready for her. We are ready for her." 

Alissa left the door ajar and resumed her seat, stacking the papers. "Sonny, Sid is ready for you to start making good on some of his promises to this firm, specifically to Mr. Kline and Mr. Bickerstaff who have pissed him off." She was going to say more I could tell but the door of her office swung open and into it walked a little woman. She was so small, so slight I thought "girl" was the right term till I looked her in the eyes. Then I knew I was looking at a full-fledged woman, wise to the ways of the world and eager to practice what she preached, talk the talk, walk the walk and lay in the bed she made for herself. She looked like a pixie, with the helmet cut, her short, violet reddish brown hair was trimmed off the collar and short to frame her round face. Little ears I expected to have elven points disturbed her hair. 

"Ellen, please sit down." 

"What is this about, Mrs. Honeywell." 

"We have a problem. That is, you have a problem, Miss Collier." 

"A problem?" The tiny woman stood beside me. 

"Sit." Alissa said and I heard the sharp edge of her professional voice. 

I had not had time to process her comment about Sid Kingston and what I was supposed to do for him. I was catching up. My mind rejected the idea that this woman in any way fit into any of the salacious projects he had outlined for me. She looked so innocent, so delicate and small, my mind rejected any suggestion that she was even mature enough to...I could not even finish the thought. Her eyes said she was. The contrast was intriguing. 

"Sit." Alissa said again, her voice was glassy, cold and hard. 

I scooted to the end of the uncomfortable couch and Miss Collier plunked down beside me, eying me like she would Aqualung if she had to share a bus seat with him. I confess I felt a little affronted. I had, after all, taken a good shower and put on deodorant. Shit, I forgot cologne. 

Alissa was speaking. "Miss Collier, you have a problem. You are fucking Mr. Bickerstaff or more precisely, perhaps, he is fucking you. You should look at this." She flopped a picture on the desk. I just glimpsed it but when Ellen stood and picked it up, hiding it from Alissa, she showed it to me. It showed Raymond Bickerstaff bending over the elfin girl, kissing her. It was not a chaste kiss and his hands were unbuttoning her blouse. Her arms were looped around his thick, black neck. 

Alissa dropped another picture, which Miss Collier obligingly picked up and showed to me around her slight body as well. This showed her on her knees, standing high on her knees, Bickerstaff's trousers were at his knobby knees and his hard cock protruded from voluminous boxers, his gut arching above it. One of her tiny hands wrapped around his cock and she was just in the process of kissing it. The picture was perfect, her lips were pursed, with bright space between them and the bent head of his cock. The cock was long, straight but with a crook in the end that made the head point down rather than straight ahead. 

"And this." Alissa slapped another picture on the desk which showed dear, tiny little Ellen blowing Mr. Bickerstaff, her cheeks puffed out like she was Dizzy Gillespie playing the trumpet. I was impressed. 

"And this." Alissa said relentlessly. 

Ellen's hands shook but the picture was clear enough. Her nose was deep in Mr. Bickerstaff's pubic hair, which meant that impressive if odd-shaped cock was completely contained by her mouth and throat, quite an accomplishment for such a small woman. Where there's a will, there's a way. 

"And this." The next picture showed Ellen Collier, nude, bending over the end of a bed, Mr. Bickerstaff's cock protruding well over her bare back. She was even looking at the camera. There was literally no doubt this woman was the subject in the picture. Her eyes were so big, they seemed to dwarf her head, like the eyes in Anime cartoons. 

"And this." Bickerstaff was on his knees, standing tall behind her with a good portion of his cock buried inside her little body. 

"And this." This was an impressive shot over the top of them. She could barely be seen, covered as she was by Bickerstaff's large, swollen body. All that could be seen of her was her little hands on his dark shoulders, the top of her head above his shoulder, and her heels dimpling his sides. The rest of her was completely obscured. In fact, if this picture had been the only one, she could have claimed it was not her because nothing about her heels, head, or hands appeared distinctive, at least not in the picture. 




Extending the MILF List Ch. 04



Miss Collier gazed at the last picture and then tossed them on the desk. "So? What's your point?" I give her credit. Her voice was steely, no give in it. 

I expected crying and whatnot, not this edged tone, sharp and assured as a fillet knife. 

"Please sit down, Miss Collier. I will be happy to explain my point." 

Now Miss Collier noticed me and she had the good grace to blush. She sat down, giving me the "Aqualung" look all over again, like she caught me eating a gob of snot off my little finger. Seemed a little disingenuous since she was the one in the picture with the cock stuffed down her throat...and elsewhere. 

She sniffed at me.

I sniffed back, giving her my best salacious Aqualung look. She grimaced and looked away, acting like she was ignoring me. 

"Miss Collier, Mr. Duncan has been good enough to supply us with these photos of you and Mr. Bickerstaff. For reasons you do not need to know, you will not be fucking Mr. Bickerstaff any longer. Mr. Bickerstaff is a married man. His wife would not approve of these pictures or any of the others we have obtained. What is more, you are utilizing company property for your trysts and that has a penalty with it."

"You going to fire me?" Miss Collier said, her little pixie voice made the question seem much more sweet than it was. 

"Do you wish to quit? Or do you wish to keep your job?"

"Yes." Miss Collier said too quickly. 

"Which?"

"I want to keep my job." 

"So, then you will cease fucking Mr. Bickerstaff?" 

"He is a partner. How can I keep my job if he insists?" 

"If he insists, if he tries, you and I will sue him and throw him out of the firm. We, of course, prefer that that will not happen."

"You maybe. The man is a beast." 

"We, Ellen. We prefer he not leave the firm for reasons that have little to do with you but then again, everything to do with you. May I remind you that you have already demonstrated that you are willing to fuck to keep a job? That will not change. Merely whom you fuck will change. You have made fucking part of your job description and we are loath to change that." 

"What do I tell him? How can I prevent him from fucking me if that is what he wants? I am in no position to tell him no, you must know that."

Alissa nodded. "Mr. Bickerstaff is a shit. We do know that. That is why we are going to undermine his right to fuck you. I think we can raise your price to a point beyond his will to pay. Perhaps I should say the cost, the cost of accosting you? Yes, that is what I mean, it will cost him too much to fuck you any longer. In exchange you will fuck someone else. You, Miss Collier, will fuck Mr. Duncan, here. That way, when Mr. Bickerstaff attempts to insist that you fuck him, you can kindly refuse and cite your prior agreement to fuck, fuck Mr. Duncan here. If anyone fucks you, it will be Mr. Duncan." Alissa smiled, her red lips and white eyes in her dark face gave her a foreboding, rapacious look. "And you will fuck Mr. Duncan. I can assure you of that." 

Now, Miss Collier turned to study me and the Aqualung look faded. "Not bad." She said. "But how is that going to help? Mr. Bickerstaff, why would he care if this kid is fucking me or not?" 

Alissa smiled a chilly smile. "He will care because I will tell him to care. Trust me."

"Why should I trust you? Everyone says you fucked your way into the corner office. I am just an associate and fucking Bickerstaff is my best hope. I don't have fancy credentials. I work here because I am cheap and, as it turns out, easy." 

"As you say, but I fucked neither Kline nor Bickerstaff nor Peppers for that matter. This corner office is mine because Mr. Duncan, here, secured it for me. I fucked him to get it. In fact, he is here to fuck me again, I believe. Would you care to stay and watch? Oh, that's right, you have lunch scheduled with Mr. Bickerstaff, the partner's apartment, he and Kline are sure I do not know about or the million and a half dollars they have spent on acquiring it. Partnership money, by the way, that is essentially stealing from Peppers and now me. This is a betrayal I am seeking that has consequences I am seeking to shield you from. But such a service is certainly going to cost you."

Alissa turned her gaze to me and all hint of the bitch attorney vanished. Her eyes softened, her voice turned to velvet. "I am yours, Sonny." She purred. "Care to take me with an audience or do you wish to send her on her merry way?" 

My choice? My mind was numb. I thought I was here to shag Alissa and sign some papers, not do my duty to god and my country. Country? My mind caught on the sound of that word and I giggled, yes, giggled. I was thinking "Cuntry" and it struck me as hilarious. I was so nervous by this time I could not control myself. 

As soon as I giggled, I saw the doubt in the Ellen's green eyes and she sniffed again, turning back to Alissa. "This must be some sort of joke, Mrs. Honeywell. This is just a kid. You expect me to believe..."

I cut her off. "Stand up, Alissa." I realized they needed me to be at my best in this perfect moment. My voice snapped like a whip. In point of fact the little bitch pissed me off a little. Mostly I don't care to make issues of slights but this just struck me wrong and suddenly I wanted to put a little cock fear in her. My voice reflected this mercurial change in my disposition. 

Alissa stood immediately. I stood and went to the door and clicked the solid lock on it, securing our privacy. The room seemed warm and close. I turned to Alissa. "Take off the jacket." I muttered. 

Alissa did so, hurrying so one sleeve caught on her hand and it came off inside out. She did not care but yanked if off her arm. She dropped it on the floor. Her breasts heaved under the white satin blouse, ghostly dark through the sheer material. A bunch of frilly lace under her neck hid her cleavage. I approached her. She chewed her lips, her full, black lip against her perfect white teeth in her serious, focused black face aroused me. 

I moved to stand beside the desk, around the corner of it from her. I picked up her jacket and looked at Miss Collier. "Here, my dear, hold this, will you?" I tossed it to her. The little woman immediately righted the jacket, pulling the sleeve back into proper form. "Face the window." I said. Alissa did. I pulled the tails of the blouse out of the skirt and in doing so found the two zippers on either hip. I pulled both tabs down and the skirt waffled around her hips. I smoothed my hands down her hips, inside the skirt and it slid off their slopes and dropped down her legs. 

"Oh my god, he's really going to fuck you." Miss Collier mumbled behind me. 

Alissa wore garters and panties over them, full panties that covered her ass, not the little dainty things with a triangle and a string or a thong. She widened her legs and I pulled the panties down her hips, over the top of the garter straps that ringed each leg, six straps for each leg. The black hose sheathed her fine legs. 

I gazed at her figure, shadowed against the glass. The day was so hazy and the clouds so low, no lucky bastard could have seen her against the glass of her office. Well, they might and the thought enthralled me, the picture of a woman pinned against a tall glass window in garters with her pussy bare and visible. I was considering my next move, considering having Alissa suck my cock but I was plenty hard. It occurred to me that Alissa needed me to make her subservient, to make her show this woman her willingness to submit to my merest whim. 

"Are you wet, Mrs. Honeywell? If, if I enter you now, will you be comfortable? Will I slide right into your? Are you ready to be mounted?"

"Oh god, yes." Alissa sighed. 

I nodded. I turned around, showing my tent to Miss Collier. I was on Sid's dime at the moment and I wanted him to get his money's worth. I unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned my pants and revealed my cock. Miss Collier's eyes fixed on my hard cock. She licked her lips. 

"I am going to fuck her, now, Miss Collier. I am going to mount her. Do you want to see her tits? Or shall I just fuck her like she is? You know, from behind?" 

"Bend her over the desk." The woman said, swallowing around the words. 

I had expected her to be inarticulate but her immediate participation suggested more potential than the pliant employee Mr. Bickerstaff had been enjoying. I liked her willingness to engage this Zen moment and blend with it. I moved towards her and she sat back, craning her neck backwards as my cock approached her face. She looked past me at Alissa. "Mrs. Honeywell, if he fucks me, are you sure Mr. Bickerstaff won't fire me?" 

"He can't, Ellen." Alissa said, her voice rounding her semi-nude body, bouncing off the glass so she sounded much more distant than she was. 

Ellen Collier licked her lips. "Why should I believe you?" She asked, her eyes focused on the bobbing end of my hard cock.

"Because Mr. Duncan does not work for Mr. Bickerstaff. Now, neither do you. You work for me. Mr. Duncan owns me so, if my logic is correct, he owns you or at least, you work for him." 

I stood still before the little woman. Her eyes clicked between the cock before her face and my eyes. She swallowed several times. 

"You heard the woman, Mrs. Honeywell," I should have used her given name but no matter. I'd get to that point soon enough. I had a sudden vision of D. Debra Hamilton and her likely reaction this situation, to the places my cock has been and was likely to go if not entering her. I hesitated, thinking of the blond and her penchant for teasing me. Alissa moved behind me. 

"Mr. Duncan, we have some business involving Miss Collier..." She trailed off, then resumed, "...that I think you should consider before you, er, before you..." 

"Fuck me." The woman before me finished, finally letting her eyes meet mine and hold. 

Alissa rustled behind me and I heard what I was sure her bending over her broad desk. "Yes," she grunted, "fuck me." 

I nodded and turned away from Miss Collier. The meaning of the exchange clear and rather than do what the woman seemed to be suggesting, I moved behind Alissa who was laying on her desk. I smelled her arousal. The lurid aroma seemed to fill the room. As I positioned myself behind her, I noticed Miss Collier crinkling her nose. 

I peeled Alissa open and touched my cock to her bulging pussy lips. 

"Oh my god, finally." Alissa heaved, her voice thick with salubrious glee. I entered her and she hissed. I shoved deep and her body seized me and resisted. I pulled back and shafted back into her. She shuddered, her hands left the near edge of the desk and shot out over her head, questing but not reaching the far rim. I sank further into the black woman. Alissa groaned aloud. It felt like it was for effect and perhaps it was. I no longer cared. Her body was slick with fluid, soft and yielding. I sought a rhythm but the sluicing feel of her body made me go very slowly, stroking into her gently and carefully so that my cock would garner every sensation it could from being inside of her once more. 

"Holy house plants!" Miss Collier whispered. 

I almost laughed but Alissa rocked back on her heels, pressing her plush ass against me and I lost the urge. Instead my hands took firm hold of her hips, just below her waist and began to hammer into her. She rocked forward and back as I did, colliding with me so that I rammed deep into her as our bodies smacked together. 

"Oh, oh, oh!" Alissa grunted as I fucked her. I looked down the black woman's back, sheathed in white satin, then at the white girl, watching us. 

I had thought I would be in Alissa for a while since I had taken the edge off in my sister but I felt the distant roar of a coming erotic cataclysm. I had a flash of Georgia and Alissa, the contrast of Nova's full white body with Alissa's full black body and the knowledge that I likely had the full ability to put those two women in the same bed flushed through me. Then I roared into the present, pouring cum into Alissa's rocking body. 

"Oh god, fill me up!" Alissa growled but she did not seem to be close to orgasm. 

I regretted the brevity of the encounter but the regret was quickly overlaid by delight and the pleasure of my orgasm. I grunted and humped against the bent attorney, ramming at her from behind. She sighed when I stopped and moaned when I pulled free of her. She reached for tissues immediately and I wiped off my dripping, smeared cock. The room smelled of sex. For a moment I thought my eyes were going to start watering. 

I shuffled back and pulled up my pants. The pixie on the couch watched my every movement. 

Alissa had her skirt back in place and her blouse tucked in by the time I got my pants back into place. A moment later, Mrs. Honeywell was back in her seat. She sat for a moment, sniffed and turned around to open one of the windows behind her desk. The damp air flooded in, chilly but crisp. "Mr. Duncan, would you care to have a seat so I can outline what happens next?" 

I did as she suggested, a foot in both the world of our master-slave relationship and consultant-client relationship. 

"Miss Collier, if you have any doubt about this, I will bring in Clara. She will suck Mr. Duncan's cock if you wish, just to reassure you that Mr. Bickerstaff will be compliant with the instructions I am about to give you." 

The girl looked at me, her eyes glistened with lust. Even I could see it. If I had asked her to fuck me, my ears would have popped with the speed of her compliance. "No. I don't think that is necessary. If, if this gets me out from under Mr. Bickerstaff and I can keep my job, I'll fuck the kid, er Mr. Duncan all week long and twice on Sunday." She gave me the smallest smile possible, tentative and a bit frightened. 

"You have an assignation scheduled with Mr. Bickerstaff today, if I am not mistaken?" Alissa asked. 

Miss Collier looked suitably shocked. "Yes. Yes, I am supposed to meet him about three."

"Not lunch then? So we have time. You usually go earlier, though, don't you? Usually about an hour?"

Ellen nodded. "I like to be alone there for a while. Just to prepare, to get into the mood." 

"You get off a time or two, before you let him in the door." 

I wondered where Alissa was going with this. 

Ellen nodded, blushing up into her hair. 

"Not today. I want your keys. To the apartment." Alissa spoke steadily. 

Ellen stared at her for a moment but then waved behind her. "They, they are in my desk." 

"Get them." Alissa responded. 

The little woman left the office, unlocking the door to open it and returned a minute later. I sat silently, floating along on the current of these events over which I had no control. My cock, however, had the sure conviction I was soon going to experience this little woman, mounting her and fucking her and there was no little eagerness in the pit of my stomach. Ellen returned, closed and locked the door and dropped the keys on Alissa's desk. 

Alissa picked them up and sorted through them to match one to a little impression she held in one hand. She nodded. "Do you need these other keys?" 

The woman shook her head. "They are for the rest of the apartment, the security door, the bar, the balcony, the mail box. It is a complete set." 

Alissa nodded. "You won't need them any longer. Today is the last time, the last time you will ever be at his beck and call. From now on, you work for me. Understand, you will fuck to keep your job. You are a woman who fucks to get ahead, you are a prostitute, not an attorney and after today, you will be my prostitute, not Bickerstaff's. If you have an objection, go now. Get out and don't come back because I assure you, he is done protecting you. Do you understand me?"

I listened to Alissa and to tell you the truth, the bitch scared me and she was not even talking to me. I expected little Miss Ellen to fold up like a paper doll but she stood there looking between Alissa and me and then she smiled. 

"So? You will use me, as your hooker?" Ellen asked, her face a smug smirk. 

Alissa does not blush but I could tell watching her, the changes in her eyes, the set of her chin as it lifted up a bit, the line of her full lips as they thinned with the tension in her...I knew she was angry. "You are the one fucking to keep your job, Miss Collier." Alissa said. 

I knew that was the wrong thing to say even before the last word rattled past my ears like a crossbow bolt. 

"Oh really? And how are you keeping your job, Mrs. Honeywell? Fucking, I say. You have managed to get someone between your legs and it has gotten you a bigger office." Ellen glanced at me. She sniffed but not at me this time. "This is the one? The one who fucks you when he likes so you can be a partner and order the rest of us around?" 

Alissa leaned across the wide desk and with a great sweep of her strong arm, slapped the little woman across the face. Hard. 

Ellen bucked under the blow and then smiled. "You are just like him. Brutal and unwilling to face the truth. We are all whores, all on our knees with a cock jammed past our teeth. The difference between you and me is that I don't care and you like to act like you won't fuck to get what you want!" 

Alissa hit her again. 

I have to admit I sort of liked this confrontation. Alissa Honeywell was furious. She was about to backhand the woman which would surely have left an ugly mark, one no one could miss so I stepped behind Ellen, slipping an arm around her slender waist and pulled her out of harm's way. Alissa stopped her blow and glared at the woman. Her eyes shifted to me and as suddenly as the anger had blown up in her, it vanished. 

Ellen was panting. Her body was tense against me, her slim hips pressed back against me and the motion in her body, grinding her ass up at my crotch aroused me so in a moment, she felt my cock harden against her ass and the small of her lean back. She groaned and tipped back against me. 

"I think you owe Mrs. Honeywell an apology." I said softly. 

Ellen shivered. "Why? Because I spoke truth to power?"

"Why is not your concern. Do you want Bickerstaff mounting you for the rest of your professional career here? Or at least till he tires of you and leaves you on your own?" 

A silence followed then, "I apologize." The woman pressed against my cock whispered. She adjusted fast. 

"No. I don't mean words. Mrs. Honeywell, please remove your skirt and panties. I think Ellen here would like to eat you to a very nice orgasm." I felt lightheaded, knowing I was playing in a whole different neighborhood, far beyond a covey of MILF's lusting for young gun cock. This demand was an obtrusive gamble. 

For a moment, Alissa stared at me but then she seemed to become aware of the situation. Ellen had described it perfectly. Slowly, deliberately, the black woman unzipped her skirt and shimmied it off her hips and down her legs. Her panties followed. "Where." She asked, her voice raspy and low. 

"The desk." I said. "Ellen, dear, have you eaten a woman to orgasm before?" 

She twisted against my restraining arm to look at me, succeeding in turning to look me in the eye. "Of course." She had the good grace to blush then. She twisted back to face Alissa who had hitched her rump onto the desk and was laying back onto it. The black woman's legs parted and she was still waiting. I released Ellen. 

"Make her come." I said. 

Ellen did not move. "Or what?" She asked, without turning to face me. 

"Or I won't ever fuck you." I said, intoxicated by the power of this moment, the control I had over this woman because I controlled Alissa. "I'll be you and Bickerstaff till..." I stalled. I had a fleeting flash of D. Debra and understood that I could try to gain that control of her but had the curious thought that I liked her remoteness, her distance and our relationship just as it was. Using her, I could discover so much about how women like Laura and Alissa and, apparently, this little pixie Ellen liked to be used. 




Extending the MILF List Ch. 04



I waited. Ellen did not move. I instinctively knew that if I spoke again I would lose her. So I waited. Alissa, to her credit, lay supine on the desk, her legs open, her body heaving from the passion rushing through her. 

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Ellen moved. She went between Alissa's legs and licked extravagantly up the black woman's cleft, making Alissa groan and writhe. Then the little woman fastened her mouth to Alissa's pussy and with one small hand stimulated her clit. Alissa moaned and her back arched, pressing her pussy against the little woman. Ellen rose up as the black woman's hips surged up at her and then Alissa grunted and bucked, grunted and bucked. The orgasm arrived in a violent flash, wracking Alissa as Ellen licked and sucked and kissed her pussy. Alissa moaned and her head turned far to her right, pressing her cheek against the desk while her body responded to the woman. 

I think Ellen would have eaten Alissa till one or the other of them fainted but I put my hands on her hips and pulled her backwards. She resisted but finally surrendered and she let me pull her from between Alissa's legs. Alissa exhaled with a deep groan and lay draped across her desk, twitching. 

"That's enough, Ms. Collier." I whispered. "I think that is enough." 

The little woman straightened and then turned to face me, leaving my hands on her waist. Her face was smeared, glistening with the fluid she had extracted from Alissa. She just watched me, waiting. She licked her lips, slathering them with her tongue, tasting the last of Alissa on her lips. I moved carefully around her and picked up Alissa's panties. I held them before Ellen. 

"Clean off your face. Call Bickerstaff and tell him that you left your keys in the office and have him meet you in...is there a cafe or restaurant near the condo where he usually takes you?" 

Ellen nodded. "The Narrow Avenue" she said. 

"Fine, the Narrow Avenue then. Call him at about two-thirty. Be there but be sure he does not leave and you do not leave before I arrive. If you comply I think I can extract you from his clutches," I hesitated, "if, if that is what you want." I was not asking exactly but I did want confirmation. 

Ellen nodded, her serious eyes locked with mine. 

I nodded nearly in concert with her. "You understand that you...you have established that you are willing to fuck to get what you want, right?"

"So has she." Ellen muttered, her eyes flicking behind me to Alissa still languidly laying on the desk. 

"Not your concern. My point is that to escape, you will need to accommodate someone else." 

"Like you, boy?" She spat. 

I felt Alissa rouse, like a change in air pressure on my back. I nodded. "Of course. Did you think this was not about that? But in the long run, it may be someone else, someone I surrender you to." I could see that did not sit well with the little woman. She flinched but bit her lip once and then nodded. 

"You aren't as fat as Bickerstaff."

I waited. Behind me I heard Alissa rustling as she roused and sat up, finally standing behind me and putting her hands on my shoulders. 

"Thank you." She whispered. 

I could not tell if she was talking to me or Ms. Collier. Ellen's eyes flicked past me and then back to me. "Can I go now?" She asked. "I need to change. I have a school girl outfit..."

"No. Dress like a woman, like the professional woman you are...whatever profession that turns out to be."

Ellen's cheeks flushed scarlet and her full lips tightened into two tight lines. She said nothing but turned to leave the office. 

I put a hand out and grasped her slender shoulder. "Wait. When you go to the, what was it? The Narrow Avenue? Sit towards the back with your back to the door, make sure he is facing the door and stay there till I arrive."

Ellen did not face me but spoke facing the door. "How am I supposed to do that?"

"How do you get him to do anything else?"

"Do you really want to know?" 

"Use that, that skill." I chuckled. "I am sure you are more capable of getting that man to do what you want than the rest of us are." My hand was tingling with the contact with her body, as though she vibrated under my light touch. It was like I felt her clear up to my elbow, an electric presence that caught my breath and made it hurt to speak. 

She left us. 

Alissa slipped her arms around me and hugged her lush body against my back. "That was wonderful, Sonny. God, it was so exciting having you...you do me with her watching. It was like I felt her eyes on me, stroking my body while you were inside me." She shuddered. "It has been too long. I missed you, Sonny. I, I like..." she stuttered to a stop. "I like how you treat me." She said finally. Her hands splayed on my chest, her fingers spread wide. She pulled me back against her chest, rubbing her breasts against my back.

I liked it. A lot. But I had something else on my mind. "So what is the situation with the Bickerstaff Missus? Has her role in her husband's professional future been outlined for her?" 

Alissa released me and moved back to her office chair. I turned to face her and then sat down, waiting for her reply.

"What do you have in mind, Sonny?" 

"Does she know? That her husband has to offer her up, you know, to be fucked, in order to keep his partnership?" 

"It isn't exactly like that..." Alissa began but I lifted a hand and silenced her. Her eyes glittered darkly, something liquid and intense in them.

"Isn't it? I thought Sid was completely clear..."

"He was. He was."

"Can you get her here? Now?" I had another thought. "You promise she is...fuckable? I mean, she is not some ugly croon?" 

"No. Like Kline she is a second wife and younger, much younger than Bickerstaff. A classic trophy wife."

"Is that your opinion or does she have the T-shirt?" I asked. 

Alissa almost smiled but my meaning apparently overlaid the humor. "She knows the score. We have the prenupt on file. It is generous enough to suggest she is not stupid or blindly in love with the man." 

I nodded. "Get her." 

Alissa dialed her desk phone and left it on speaker. 

"Hello, this is Dannielle?" The sultry voice had an accent, eastern European perhaps. 

"Mrs. Bickerstaff, this is Alissa Honeywell, at Peppers, Bickerstaff and Kline." 

"Yes. I know who you are, Alissa. So nice to hear from you. Happy Holidays. What can I do for you?" 

Alissa glanced over at me but I did not respond to the look. "Do you think you could come to the office?"

"What? Now?" 

"If it would not be too much trouble?"

"I, well, I was in the middle of something but I could...I suppose." 

"I would very much appreciate it. I think you would find it to your benefit."

"Is something wrong?" The woman asked, her voice shivering. 

"Not yet. Not really but there is something worth discussing, just to clear up a confusion we have encountered here. I don't mean to alarm you but I have some questions about your prenuptial agreement with Raymond. He is not here and not likely to return so I thought...this might be a nice time for you and I to talk." 

Silence. 

Alissa glanced at me, her eyes somber. She licked her lips. 

"Yes. Okay. I'll be there in twenty minutes or shortly thereafter. Will, will this take long?" 

Alissa raised her eyebrows at me. I nodded several times.

"Mrs. Bickerstaff, I think the time you devote to this matter would be time well spent." 

"I see. Yes, okay. I'll be there directly." She clicked off. 

"What do you have in mind, Sonny?" 

"She better be worth a fuck or two, Alissa, or it will be summer before you fuck again. I'll lock you in a chastity belt myself." I almost grinned but decided this was no time to be funning around. This was serious shit. Someone tapped on the door. 

"Yes?" Alissa said. 

The door and the blond abundance that was Clara Swearington appeared, squeezing into the room. Her breasts made the room seem much smaller. God, what a woman!

"Oh, my. Mr. Duncan. I did not know you were here." Clara twittered, on hand smoothing down her side, hip and thigh as though drying it off on the baby-blue and white knit dress while the other touched her bleached-blond hair, moving it around without purpose. 

"Ms. Swearington." I said. 

"That will be all Clara. Is everyone else gone?" 

The blond nodded. Her eyes never left my crotch. She kept licking her ruby lips, her pink tongue appearing and disappearing over and over again, like she was tasting the air around us. 

My cock stirred and rose up to greet her and, uncomfortable as it was, I let it. 

Clara's eyes glittered and she smiled widely, fully aware of the little compliment I was paying her presence. 

"You can go, Clara. Lock up and turn off all the lights but leave one of the front doors open. I am expecting someone." 

"Looks to me like someone is already here." Clara said, a devilish smile on her scarlet lips. 

"That will be all, Ms. Swearington." 

"Toodleloo, Sonny." The blond said and then sauntered out of the office. 

I looked at Alissa and thought I caught the merest swish of jealously in her expression but it was gone in a flash. 

"What do you have in mind?" 

I just nodded and left her office in search of the toilet. I wandered the dim halls of the office, finding Kline's office. He had a bar in it but the door was locked, I could see it through the side glass. I got the keys from Alissa. I told her to ignore me when Mrs. Bickerstaff arrived. She was to explain the "agreement" between Bickerstaff and the firm. I explicitly suggested that Alissa should outline, in detail her association and connection to Mr. Kingston and how she came by that connection. 

and fixed three stout drinks. I was puzzling over how to carry them when I hear the front door open. I carried two of the bourbon rocks back to Alissa's office. She was not there. I set them on her desk and returned for the other. I could hear her voice in the front office, approaching as I skirted them, going around the other direction to Kline's office. I got my drink and closed and locked the door, intentionally leaving the cap off the bourbon. What's his was apparently mine to share.

Alissa's door was closed and when I opened it, both women turned to see who was arriving. Mrs. Bickerstaff was a striking woman of with brown hair, curled into a 1960's flip. Her lips were generously smeared with bright red lipstick. Her skin was translucently white. Her eyes were walnut brown. They had a blunted look, like she was once whole and complete but now spent her time seeking for some long lost part of herself. Or maybe that was ol' melodramatic me, anticipating the rest of her afternoon for her. 

I pushed open the door and stepped into the room, clicking the door closed behind me. Mrs. Bickerstaff regarded me as though she were sitting alone on a barstool, drink in hand, her lidded eyes resting on me like butterflies. The tumbler showed a generous smear of her lipstick and had barely any of the dark amber liquid in it. Alissa's was untouched. I moved behind her to take a seat against the far wall so I could see both women at once. I sat and crossed my legs in the classic indolent male pose. I took a pull on the bourbon and felt the flame in my empty stomach. The woman was a vision and the concept that I was going to be between her full legs fired me more than the warmth the bourbon ignited in me. My whole body quivered with sexual adrenaline. This woman had the appearance that made me want her. That vulnerable look in her eyes and the hesitant manner assured me that I could have her. It felt like confidence but perhaps it was just the thrill of being in the presence of a new fantasy. 

"As I was saying, Mrs. Bickerstaff, I understand you have a prenupt and I thought I should explain some changes to the situation." Alissa continued, regarding the woman's turned head till it turned back to face her. The woman's eyes on me seemed sensuous with surrender; utterly pliant to my presence. Alissa proceeded to sketch the basics of the agreement. 

Part of the prenuptial agreement apparently involved a valuation of Bickerstaff's partnership at the law firm. Alissa explained that he had come under some scrutiny and that valuation was about to change, in danger of changing due to his misappropriation of funds from the firm. 

Alissa then detoured into her truncated and spindled account of how she came to be so valuable to the firm, sanitizing it. Midway through it I cleared my throat and she hesitated. She glanced at me then proceeded and I cleared my throat again. She stopped entirely, looking over at me, her face a beautiful vision of a woman caught in flagrante delicto and vulnerable because of it. 

"I think what Mrs. Honeywell means to say, Mrs. Bickerstaff, is that she would have fucked Mr. Kingston but then she would not have been eligible for doing business with him. He never does business with women because, usually, they do not have anyone for him to fuck, as a sign of good faith in the agreement. He is hung like a horse and it involves quite a commitment to fuck him. One some women would gladly endeavor to do. I, I had a woman of my acquaintance, a MILF, if you will, who proved both eager and able to take his cock and at my behest, and who did, for Mrs. Honeywell's sake. On the strength of that fuck, Mr. Kingston agreed to provide Mrs. Honeywell with a sizable commitment and professional advantage, one she would never have been party to had it not been for my, uh, considerable contribution to the situation. Isn't that right, Alissa?" 

Alissa immediately nodded. "Of course, Sonny." She turned her eyes to Mrs. Bickerstaff. "Dannielle, you must understand that this arrangement is worth millions of dollars to the firm. Your husband is part of that."

"You are aware that Mr. Kline has been boning Ms. Swearington?" I asked casually.

"Mrs. Swearington?" The woman turned to look at me. She squeezed her eyes closed and opened them, as though wondering if I would disappear if she did. 

I nodded. "The blond receptionist?" Noting that Mrs. Bickerstaff apparently thought the blond receptionist was married and wondered if I knew differently correctly.

"Oh, of course." She smiled weakly. "She is very nice." 

"Indeed she is. Now, now she is mine and Kline must not touch her any longer. I am afraid your husband is in much the same situation."

Her eyes opened wide and she looked very oriental despite her white skin. "You mean...?" 

I nodded. "Yes, Raymond has been fucking around on you. Did you know that?" 

Dannielle turned back to face Alissa, she bowed her head. "Does it matter?" 

"As a matter of fact it does," Alissa began. She looked over at me and I gave her no reaction so she continued. "After your husband and that worm Kline tried to snake the Kingston business out from under me, they were instructed that they were to leave off their mistresses, and to provide several women for Mr. Duncan here, to have at his leisure as he wished."

"Excuse me?" The woman turned her head, keeping her body rigidly facing Alissa, and looked at me. 

I nodded. "They were instructed that I was to fuck their women three or four each, in order to secure their position in the firm and further, they were not to touch any of said women. Has your husband been fucking you?" 

The woman swallowed, hard. She shook her head. 

"If he is indeed continuing with his mistress, then he puts the value of this prenuptial agreement into serious jeopardy. That means that it would become nearly worthless to you, since it is heavily dependent on his position in this firm." 

Mrs. Bickerstaff turned back to Alissa. "What do you mean?" 

Alissa smiled. "Peppers may be old as dirt and on oxygen but his mind is clear as yours or mine. If it comes to losing the Kingston business or dumping your husband or Kline, which do you think he will do?" 

The woman gulped hard again. "I see. What do I have to do?" 

"Mr. Duncan here, he owns me and he wants you." Alissa said, unable to keep a teeny tiny little sneer out of her voice. "What he wants with you, I cannot say but, whatever it is, it is part of the price your husband must pay to retain his position in this firm and thus, the value of your claims on him. I must report to Mr. Kingston on the payment of this debt by Bickerstaff and Kline." 

Dannielle turned now to face me, pointing one breast at me. She was one of those woman who was too small in her torso to correctly carry the large breasts mounted there. One pointed to each side but where both healthy and finely shaped, if the bra was any indication. As I watched, something passed over her face and she shook her head violently. 

"I cannot accept this." She turned to Mrs. Honeywell. "Alissa, I don't know what you are about but I don't believe you. My husband has no mistresses and no one would dare to use sex in this fashion. I do not believe you or that this, this boy has any claim on you whatsoever!" Her voice quivered but her eyes glistened as though she were about to weep. "I think Raymond put you up to this to humiliate me. Where is he?" When she went silent, her perfect lips worked as though she were trying to speak but had lost all the words. 

I stood up immediately. I went to the door and locked it. I saw a flash of sky blue and wondered what I was seeing. I turned back. Locking the door was a dramatic gesture and nothing more. "Stand up, Alissa. I believe this woman has called into question our account of the circumstances." 

Alissa stood up immediately and unzipped both sides of her skirt again. As she pulled it down off her hips she muttered, "This is the third time I have been out of this skirt today. I should have just left it off." 

I almost laughed but she was standing up. The garters were still in placed. Her pussy glistened, dewy and full. "The jacket and blouse. I want you totally nude, this time." I said softly. 

Alissa visibly shivered. 

"Oh God, Alissa, no. Please, don't do this. No." Mrs. Bickerstaff gripped the arms of the office chair she was sitting in, in a pose that made her appear about ready to stand and flee. She did not. 

Alissa did not say anything but picked up her skirt and lay it on her office chair. The jacket followed. She unbuttoned the white blouse, her dark skin appearing stark and black against the white. When she shrugged out of it, her great breasts waving before her, Dannielle Bickerstaff moaned. The woman cocked her head back and looked up at me, her eyes still glassy. 

"Please, don't do this." She whispered. "Don't humiliate her." Her voice whispered unconvincingly. 

"Your husband has agreed to provide you to me." I said, feeling strangely energized by this woman's presence. Her eyes blinked but she kept them on me. "I will not take what is not freely offered but if you do not believe the substance of what Mrs. Honeywell has discussed with you, I think a demonstration would be persuasive where mere words have been insufficient." 

Dannielle shuddered then. I turned to look at the black woman. Alissa's bra fell off her shoulders and she deposited it on the pile of clothing on her chair. She was nude but for the garter belt and stockings. She thought I approved of her leaving them in place and she was right. 

Dannielle responded to my eyes on Alissa by turning to look at the black woman. She squeaked when she saw Alissa' breasts billowing before her. "What are you going to do to her?" She asked. When I did not answer, she turned back to look at me. "What are you going to do to her?" She asked, her lips trembling. 

"What am I going to do to her?" I repeated, not moving but fixing my eyes on her. 

Her big eyes blinked. Her lips pursed. She was breathing heavily in the closeness of the office. "You won't, hurt her will you?" Her voice was peculiar, strident and pleading at the same time. 




Extending the MILF List Ch. 04



I saw something in her eyes or heard something in her voice and she groaned as though she were exposed and knew it. I moved around her and knelt before her. She wore a conservative gray coat, a long brown skirt and a fine-weave sweater of some sort, that clung to her breasts. The coat was off her shoulders as though she wanted to show us her tits. She succeeded. She wore flats. I put a hand on her knee and ran it gently down her calf. She shivered as my hand ran down her hose encased leg. At her foot, I lifted her leg and carefully removed the flat shoe. 

"Oh god." Alissa said. 

Alissa always seemed to know what I was doing. She turned and lay down, face down on the desk. She put her hands behind her and unhooked the garter straps on each side of her ass, leaving two of each set of six dangling down her thighs. Then she stretched and arched her ass. "I am ready, Mr. Duncan." Her voice rattled in her throat, like ice covered twigs on a window pane. 

I stood and slapped the shoe hard against my palm. The sole was soft leather. The sound made Mrs. Bickerstaff flinch, as though I had struck her and not my own hand. She looked up at me. 

"What are going to to do to her?" 

I reached out and with my left hand smoothed the backs my fingers across her delicate cheek. "Not your concern, Mrs. Bickerstaff. Just sit and watch. Mrs. Honeywell enjoys an audience, don't you Mrs. Honeywell?" 

Alissa lifted her head and looked at me from over her outstretched arm. "I am yours, Sonny." Her voice rattled again. Her face disappeared between her elbows. 

What a perfect response. Then I had a terrible flash of D. Debra Hamilton and I felt like I left my own body. For a moment, I felt the useful man in her capable control even while I stepped behind Alissa's bent form. Once again I felt the sensation of being both the hammer and the nail. It instructed me as to how to use Alissa to create her greatest pleasure. 

I struck Alissa's ass with real force. The groan from her was heartfelt and deep, like a cracking oak after a horrible storm. The second stroke was louder and harder. Her flesh shook under the shoe. 

"Oh my god." Dannielle whispered. "Please, no more. I cannot bear to see this." Her objection was flimsy and weak, her glistening brown eyes were transfixed on the prone woman stretched on the desk before her. "Please, I, I will do whatever you want." 

I struck Alissa again and again. "Anything? Really, Mrs. Bickerstaff?" I struck Alissa's ass again, hard. It lifted and dropped, pulsing while I struck her several more times. Alissa was panting now, her breath wheezing as nearly the only sound in the room. Two or three more blows and she lifted her head and moaned. 

"Oh god, Sonny, oh my loving lord!" She grunted as the shoe fell again. 

"Oh please, don't, don't make me watch this." Mrs. Bickerstaff whispered. She jerked as her shoe hit the black ass again. Alissa's body shifted and her hips rose then hammered down in the perfect impression of copulation. 

Mrs. Bickerstaff's gaze remained tangled in the scene unfolding within her arm's reach, even while her torso craned backwards as though trying to focus bi-focals she did not wear. "Oh, my goodness! Oh, she, she...I..." 

I struck Alissa again and the black woman keened and her hips began to rise and fall steadily now. Several more strokes and she was whining and her body was shaking. I struck her twice more on each cheek and casually held the shoe before the white woman's face. She stared at it as though it were a strange artifact of unknown value. 

I did not move. Dannielle finally looked from her shoe before her face up to me. 

"Take it." I said. 

She did, licking her lips as she did, holding it with both hands and clutching it to her shoulder, like it was a doll. I slowly unbuckled my belt and let my trousers open, all the while holding her gaze with mine. I pulled down my briefs, my hard cock appeared, stark and ready. Mrs. Bickerstaff licked her lips but her eyes did not move, though they welled and a tear ran down one, plumb cheek. 

I moved in behind Alissa. The black woman arched her back and her ass lifted and parted. I entered her hard and fast, slamming hard and deep in one violent stroke. 

Alissa screamed as I bottomed out in her smooth, very fluid pussy. Her body bucked and she screamed again but it throttled down into a gurgling. I pulled back and hammered into her, grinding deep into her till her ass cheeks were bunched between us. I gripped her by the waist and proceeded to pummel her. Each stroke rammed her forward onto the desk so as I pulled out of her squelching body, I had to pulled her back or risking damaging her on the edge of the desk. After a dozen or so strokes, Alissa bucked through another small orgasm, then as I pulled free of her clasping body, she moaned, pleading. 

"Oh Sonny, no, no." 

"Stand." I hissed. My breath ragged and tight in my chest. Something about this woman watching us wrenched me tense. 

Alissa struggled to unfold herself from the desk. She turned. I helped her sit on the desk. She tipped back onto her hands, her still sheathed legs rose and bent, widening to welcome me back into her body. I put my hands under her knees and pulled her open and wide. I bent my knees till my cock touched her pussy and then I rammed her full once more. 

"Oh sweet Christ! Oh my fucking god, Sonny. Fuck me!" Alissa growled as I penetrated her body once more. I lifted her legs and she tipped back further, her head fell backwards over her shoulders, exposing her neck and projecting her great breasts up towards me. Holding her by the thighs, my arms underneath her knees, I resumed fucking her. I pounded into her pussy till she groaned and her hips pulsed up at me. She tried to lay back but I grabbed her shoulders to keep her upright. This lifted her legs much higher, resting on my arms as I held her upright by the shoulders. I widened my arms and rammed her with my cock. 

Alissa screamed and bucked into an incredible orgasm, her arms planted behind her, her legs high, close to her shoulders. I lowered my hands to her ass, letting her legs down. I pulled her to the edge of the desk. She struggled to lean into me, pressing her tits against me. I cinched us together and held us tightly. She was coming constantly now, her body finally responding fully to my usage of her till now. Or perhaps the brown eyes watching us affected her like it was affecting me. I wanted dear Mrs. Bickerstaff and I felt this to be my interview. 

When Alissa was calm, I backed my cock out of her. Her legs lowered to the floor and she sat with her shoulders hunched and her eyes on the floor between us or on my cock. 

"I think," I panted, "Clara stayed. Go get her. I want Mrs. Bickerstaff to know for certain what we have said is the truth." 

Alissa stood and staggered to the door, yanking twice on it before her brain grasped that it was locked. She twisted the lock and staggered out, nearly nude, into the chilly outer office. 

I turned to look at Mrs. Bickerstaff. Now, my pants were around my ankles, my cock was shiny with Honeywell cum and my heart hammered in my chest. I love cardio. 

Mrs Bickerstaff stared at my cock. 

"Mrs. Bickerstaff," I began but waited till her eyes shifted, with some apparent effort, up to meet mine, "we are going to go meet your husband. I have sent someone to find him and arrange it. To satisfy my understanding with Mr. Kingston, he must agree to surrender you to me. It will be completely up to him. If you go with me, you agree to whatever he decides to do with you. This is your chance to protect your investment in him. If you ignore it, ignore me, he will be out, out of this firm and likely disbarred and he, he will have less money than I have. Embezzling funds is a charge he would never recover from in his profession. So..." I heard the clack, clack, clack of Clara Swearington's five inch heels somewhere out in the office and then the sounds disappeared. I knew she was coming and I would be soon. I was so ready. 

"By the time I come, you need to decide, go with me and have some expectation of keeping the lifestyle you have or skip it and risk losing everything." I had an idea but I did not know if it would work. I was curious to try it. 

The door opened behind me. 

"You called, Mr. Duncan?" Clara Swearington's voice chirped behind me. 

I turned and showed her my cock. I was so gratified that she did not hesitate. The blond woman got immediately to her knees and opened her mouth. Alissa's state of undress surely tipped her off that we were not shuffling papers and she would not be taking dictation. I moved closer and bent a little to touch my cock head to her lips. Out came her long tongue and she licked my cock clean, no hands. She then sucked on the end and rose up, taking me deep into her mouth and then into her throat. 

I was right. I was ready. The orgasm boiled up out of me as soon as her lips closed on my cock. She grunted and swallowed over and over again, the action massaging my cock as I pumped over and over into her mouth. Her hands never touched me. 

Alissa was trapped behind her, watching her suck me empty. 

"Oh my eyes." Dannielle whispered. "I have never seen a woman, a man, a woman do that, like that." Her voice was tremulous. 

I pulled my cock free of Clara's mouth, she slurped the whole length and smacked her lips ostentatiously as they left the end of my cock. "That is how you suck cock, Mrs. Bickerstaff. Do that and Raymond will quit catting around on you, I promise." Clara tittered behind her words, pleased with herself for some reason.

I looked at Mrs. Bickerstaff but I don't think the words penetrated the daze she was in. Her eyes were not clear, shimmering with the liquid in them. I pulled up my briefs and covered my nice, clean cock. The image of this woman, nude, kept my cock hard so I pulled up my pants up very carefully, zipping them up with caution. Clara remained kneeling on the floor, sitting on her feet, her heels laying beside her. 

"What time is it?" I asked no one in particular. 

"Almost two." Alissa said. She stepped around Clara, went behind her desk and began to dress. 

When I was all tucked up, I picked up my coat. "Happy New Year." I said. Clara looked up at me, her eyes glittering, all hope and invitation. "Mrs. Bickerstaff?" 

"Where are we going?" She asked unsteadily. Her voice was thick but strong. 

I had my answer. I left Ms. Swearington on the floor, disappointed and Alissa half-dressed. Neither spoke as I left with Dannielle Bickerstaff close behind. She had taken a taxi so she rode with me. I actually had to ask directions from her and she helped orient me but I eventually found parking in the light traffic. She was not familiar with The Narrow Avenue so we searched for it together. I could have used my phone but the woman's anxiety infused me and numbed my brain—that's my story and I'm sticking to it. The idea of declothing this woman tantalized and disturbed me. We found the place and on the sidewalk she took my hand. 

"What are you going to do?" She asked, her eyes still limpid though the cold likely caused it now. 

"I am going to give your husband an option." I said. "You have made your choice. Now it is up to him." 

She licked her lips, staring intently into my eyes. "Kiss me. I want him to see my lipstick is smeared." Her voice was steady, assured. 

I did, touching her lips with mine. When I straightened and opened my eyes, she shook her head. 

"No. Not like that. Like you want me." 

She seemed unaware that I did want her. I decided to clarify her status. I dropped her hand, slipped an arm around her lily wasp waist and gripped her shapely ass, splaying my fingers over its arch. With the other hand I cupped the back of her head and kissed her like I wanted her. Her whole body responded. The light flow of people swirled around us, like we were a reef in the ocean. When the kiss ended, my cock was reborn and she was panting. "Like that?" I asked. Her mouth had not opened so it was just the feel of her lips on mine that remained in my mind. She nodded slightly, wiping the back of her hands against her mouth. The lipstick was well smeared. With my arm still about her waist, I walked us into The Narrow Avenue. 

It was a narrow room with a bar before the door and a line of tables against the opposite wall. Beyond the bar was space for a couple tables and two booths. In the farthest booth, I glimpsed Raymond Bickerstaff just before he saw his wife, my arm securely around her. He was so startled the look on his face had not changed by the time we arrived at the booth. I released Dannielle and scooted in next to Ellen Collier. Dannielle stood beside the table staring at Ellen. 

I gestured to the other seat, "Sit down, Mrs. Bickerstaff." I said softly. That snapped her out of the reverie and she did, with Raymond scuttling over to the other end of the bench seat. She looked back and forth between Ellen and me. 

"Who is this?" Dannielle said, fixing her eyes finally on Ellen. 

I looked at Bickerstaff. "Care to make introductions?" His expression did not change and he said nothing. "No? Mrs. Bickerstaff, this is Ellen Collier, one of Raymond's mistresses, isn't that right, Mr. Bickerstaff?" 

His eyes blinked several times and then he nodded, one sharp motion. 

A waitress appeared and I ordered spinach dip, then thought better of the garlic and just got a soda. I was hungry though so I added fries. When the waitress was gone I looked at Bickerstaff. "Well, isn't this cozy? Bickerstaff, you have gotten yourself into a bit of a bind." I pulled the keys I had gotten from Ellen from my pocket and dropped then onto the table with a rattle. "See? They know about the apartment you and Kline have been using to screw your other women. Oh, if you want out of this with your skin, you need to keep Kline out of the loop or he will get your second chance and you, well, you'll just be toast, right? Right?" I knocked on the table. "Hello? Am I getting through? Are you reading me Major Tom?" 

Finally the black man nodded. "I hear you." His voice was high, tinny and tense as a virgin sow. 

"So. We are all here. I have discussed the situation with your wife here, and so I think all we need is your buy in and we can put this matter to rest."

"My buy in?" Bickerstaff mumbled. 

"You, well, not you but Kline volunteered you to agree to the terms of getting the Kingston business. That was that you would provide me with your personal women. Well, not me exactly but Mr. Kingston and I am his representative in this situation. In exchange, Alissa Honeywell would not get rid of you and Peppers would get the Kingston business, right? So here we are with two of your women." I grinned with as much charm as I could with the knot in my throat. "So? Which will it be? Ellen or Dannielle? One of these must be fucked today, in your apartment. I have not been there yet but I expect it is nice. You strike me as having very good taste, if Ellen is any indication. So? What will it be?" 

"What will what be?" Bickerstaff's voice was a little stronger. 

"Which of these two women is going to leave with me? You know, to try out your toy box and what not, in the apartment I mean? I hear you have handcuffs and the like. I think Mrs. Bickerstaff would be very attractive, nude and cuffed on a bed, waiting to be fucked." 

"You would not dare...!" Bickerstaff growled. 

I nodded. "You are right, not unless you tell her to. It must be your choice. You have to decide. These are both women you are a, having relations with. Am I being too crude for your delicate sensibilities?" I barely hesitated. "One of them is going to introduce me to your apartment. Oh, by the way, I need your keys." I rattled the keys on the table "Fraud or maybe its actually embezzlement? You're the lawyer, I bet you know which. Anyway, if you ever use that apartment again, you will be indicted. I am pretty sure Alissa has all she needs to put you behind bars or at least off the bar and no one would question forfeiting your whole share of the practice in exchange for staying out of jail." I shrugged and then I did stall, turning my eyes to check Dannielle's reaction to my words. After a few moments I resumed. "It is up to you, if you want to keep the keys, we can have the locks changed after you are arrested." I rattled the keys again. 

Bickerstaff was glaring at me. He was not a pretty man and for the life of me I could not imagine why women would...oh, right. Money and power are just as sexy as a pretty face, aren't they? What was I thinking? 

Bickerstaff tipped over like a falling tower and fished keys out of his pocket and tossed them onto the table. I nodded and pocketed them. "This the only set? No, I am sure Kline has a few. Be sure to let Kline know the charade is up and he needs to bring us all his keys, I mean Alissa by 'we', there. Second thought, I think we'll handled the introduction of Mr. Kline to his new circumstances and I don't just mean a new office. I think Alissa will want some details so you can sign the apartment over to her, not the firm mind you, her. Part of the settlement to keep you out of jail and to get her on as senior partner. She'll work out the details but you will need to get her those details before the end of the year, which is, oh pretty soon. Sunday night, right?" 

I was enjoying myself entirely too much. 

"So the last thing is to decide which woman you want me to fuck now. Wife or mistress?" I waited but not long. "Speak up, Raymond. We are all waiting and I have to tell you, the tension is killing me." 

Bickerstaff mumbled something. 

"I beg your pardon? I did not hear." 

"Take her. Ellen." 

I nodded with a grim smile and took hold of Ellen's hand and pulled her a little closer. I detected no small eagerness in her as she shifted her lithe body against mine. If this worked out right, she'd be a shit load happier even than now. "Ellen it is." 

"Fuck this. I have to pee." Ellen said. She looked up at me and waited, expecting me to stand up and let her out. I did not move. "I'll come back. I'll fuck you." 

"I know you will." I returned. "Take off your panties, Ms. Collier. I think you need to demonstrate your willingness to fulfill your part of this arrangement."

"My part? What are you talking about. Forget about it. I have to pee." She stood up and without any difficulty clambered over me. She took particular care to press her ass into my face as she walked over me, stepping on the bench seat of the booth to get out. People stared. 

When she was gone, I looked at Mrs. Bickerstaff. "Too bad, Dannielle, I was looking forward to seeing you in the raw and having a bit of you on my tongue. I think you would have enjoyed this whole thing, since your husband has been catting around behind your back, or I guess it was." 

At that moment, Dannielle shook her head. "No. I knew, well, suspected, assumed he was, uh, being with other women. What could I do?" 

I pursed my lips. "A valid point. Well, I think we are done here. Well, one last thing." Bickerstaff's face tightened, more. I grinned. "You are not to touch any other woman but this one without her permission. You will renegotiate the prenuptial agreement to the effect that any philandering on your part will give grounds for her to liquidate your holdings and convert them to her ownership, separate and distinct from you. And I mean all of them. Alissa, Mrs. Honeywell will represent your wife in this manner which I know must be unusual but you will have to work with that and by 'work with that' I mean you need to avoid turning this situation antagonistic, if you want to stay out of jail, that is. Now, if you want any woman and she agrees and the woman fucks you, that is fine. Of course, Raymond, that makes you somewhat vulnerable if she changes her mind. So your dick is now under her administration. If she wants to fuck you, she will fuck you and you will see she enjoys it. Otherwise the best you can hope for is poverty and the worst is the drive-in, non-stop shopping for a bunch of butt-fucking men you do not know on a first name basis in a penitentiary." I grinned a little evilly. "Mr. Bickerstaff, you and Kline really should not have fucked with Mr. Kingston. He absolutely does not like either of you right now and until I have fucked enough of your women, that is not likely to change." The prospect gladdened me and my smile widened. "So glad you have such good taste in women. 




Extending the MILF List Ch. 04



I turned my attention to Danielle. "Ma'am, I do not know what the conditions of your marriage to this man were but they have changed. Mr. Kingston and Mr. Peppers are willing to retain him in a diminished capacity, with less authority but they will leave his financial holdings in place, for your sake. And, if the truth be known, for the sake of his ex-wife and daughter, or is it daughters? Whatever. Raymond is now going to reap what he has sown and understand that all plowing is not created equal. Sometimes the furrow will yield a return on investment and sometimes it will turn out to be a net loss." I was so proud, using terms from one of my accounting classes. I almost laughed, wondering if my professor would be proud of me, if he would give me extra credit. 

"We really do not want to inconvenience you, or even Raymond for that matter but his behavior is a threat to the firm and potentially embarrassing to Mr. Kingston. And that is an unacceptable risk. If you have not had a say in your life with Raymond, now is your chance. If you don't want it, that is not our concern." I turned my eyes to Raymond Bickerstaff. "If this woman even breathes the slightest hint that she is unhappy with her treatment at your hand, regardless of which one you choose, all of this equanimity is subject to renegotiation. Got it?" 

Bickerstaff nodded. "I get it. I do." He turned to Dannielle, "Honey..." he began but Ellen interrupted, reappearing beside our table. Bickerstaff fell silent when she arrived. 

She looked at me and I looked at her. Neither of us moved. 

"Are you going to let me in?" She asked, a tinge of exasperation in her voice. 

"Your panties?" I responded. 

She looked suddenly frightened. "I forgot." She said. 

I grinned rapaciously. She had spirit and this was the moment I bent her to my will or lost her. "Take them off, Ellen. I asked gently before and you had the chance to comply on your own terms. That moment is gone. Take them off and lay them on the table." 

She glared at me, but then her eyes changed. Her chin dropped. It was like I could see her mind toiling over her new condition, finally arriving at the place I had laid out for her. She tossed her little purse over me into the corner. She reached under her little skirt and pulled her panties down her thighs, thence to her knees and then to her ankles. She balanced on one foot and removed them from that free foot and then shifted. When she had them dangling from one hand, gazing defiantly, she held them out over the table. When I did not react, she dropped them in the middle of the table, between Bickerstaff and his wide-eyed wife. 

"Happy?" She groused. "You going to let me in or what?" 

I looked passed her at the other people in the diner, the few who had noticed her action. Ellen waited, her eyes remained fixed on mine even while I looked past her at the auditors around us. 

Finally she shrugged, her little shoulders seeming to rock her. She tried to stand up and walk over me as before, her ass against my face, which she gave a deliberate bump. I moved her foot to the other side of my legs and then pushed it towards the floor. She slipped astride my lap. I looped an arm around her and pulled her back against my very hard cock. She grunted and leaned forward, trying to move off of my body. I held her in place. With one hand I unbuckled my belt, a loud sound to me but lost in the grumble and clash of the restaurant, I think. I got my cock free and pulled my pants out of the way. Ellen felt it and lifted her ass and moved over my cock. She reached down between her legs and found my cock. She positioned herself over it and settled down onto me. Her body seized and she groaned but then screwed herself harder down onto my cock. As I entered her body I closed my eyes and groaned. With an arm around her still, I could lift her and I did, several times. Each time she released more and more. More of my cock slipped deeper and deeper into her till she was completely pierced and I was rooted in her little body. She sat forward and leaned onto her elbows, grinding her hips down on me, stirring her pussy with my cock. 

I situated her skirt so she was covered. I peered out from behind her head. She rolled her hips and I thought I would explode. "Hold still." I grunted. "You'll get yours." I moved my mouth to her ear. "If you don't make me come inside of you, I promise to eat you till you come." 

Ellen went completely still, staring down at the table, her little shoulders hunched. 

I looked at Mr. Bickerstaff. "You were saying?" 

"Jesus H. Christ. Really?" He said, his face tight. 

"Jealous?" I said equally tightly. The feel of Ellen's body planted on me like this was unbelievably erotic to say nothing of the public situation. Just at that perfect moment, a waitress appeared. 

"Oh my." The woman said. 

Ellen looked up at her, just twisting her head. "Don't get your panties in a bunch. Lost a bet. We'll go in five minutes. Just bring us a ticket and give it to him." She indicated Bickerstaff. 

The waitress nodded and scampered away, leaving the soda and fries. I tried one. They were great. 

Bickerstaff looked at his wife. "I choose you, Danny. I want you." His voice was a tinny whine. 

She looked at him and before she could speak, I interrupted. Raymond was fucking it up. 

"Dannielle, did you marry this guy just for his money? No one is perfect. The best thing you can do is forgive him and go on. He is going to clean up his act. I can virtually assure you of that." I shifted a little in my seat and Ellen groaned. 

"Stop that. I have never been good at tantric sex." She lifted her head and—I don't know if she knew something I didn't or if I am just fucking lucky—she looked Dannielle right in the eyes. "He is inside of me. If he moves, I am going to come and I come loud." She slowly bowed her head again, bending impossibly till the top of her head was on the table. Her hips shifted and I thought she was about to get my special delivery but she went still. Then her inner muscles flexed and I again thought I was going to come. My god, but the woman had incredible internal strength and control. 

I pulled back and dodged around Ellen's bent back to fix my gaze on Bickerstaff, Raymond. "You will not ever touch this woman...no wait a minute. Let me do it like this. Ellen, if this man asks you to do something sexual again, anything, you have to call Mrs. Bickerstaff. If it is okay with her, then do whatever you like. Mr. Bickerstaff, can I call you Raymond? Raymond, you absolutely must understand that if this woman squeaks harrassment, you will be done so fast you'll lose everything including your blackness. You'll be white when we're done. Got that? You will no longer manage the associates or anyone including the secretarial staff unless they are bulky guys will cocks the size of rolling pins. Do I make myself clear?" My voice came out a lot rougher, then I intended but Ellen began massaging my cock with her pussy and it ruined my vocal control. I did not intend to be harsh and cruel to him but I feared anything less and he would mistake mercy for weakness. Honestly, I was free lancing and hoping that Alissa was quick enough on the uptake to go with it when the time came. She'd get a hell of a bonus if she did but she'd have to figure out how to make it legal and keep her own nose clean. 

In the end, it was a great idea. 

I looked at Raymond. "No more fucking the associates. No more mistresses. Nothing. Today, you have touched Ellen for the last time. If anyone fucks Ellen it is going to be me." I spoke through gritted teeth. Neither I nor Ellen wanted her full of cum just now. I wanted and unadulterated taste of her. "Understood?" 

Bickerstaff glared for a moment but then finally, nodded his big head.

I gripped Ellen by the waist and lifted her and dropped her down the length of my cock again. She groaned, her head still on the table. "You." I said. "Are you ready to finish this?"

She lifted her head. I could not see her face and I wished I had. Her voice came out liquid passion. "Yes, oh god, if I don't come soon I am going to rape you right here." She sounded serious. 

"What about me? You said, you said you were going to take me!" Dannielle whispered, her voice still tight. "You cannot do this!" 

I moved around Ellen's back to look at Dannielle. Something was going on here. I stared at her. She was beautiful in a sensual sort of way, with her long, bare neck and the breasts that pointed out from each other like bristling AA guns. I imagined her nude. "Your husband chose you. You should be happy." 

She looked at Raymond and then back at me. "He has been fucking around on me and I should be happy?" Her voice was small and curious. 

"When you put it like that..." I said. "I could be wrong." I still had an arm looped around Ellen's little body. She was standing on her tiptoes trying to release some of the pressure of my cock inside of her but then she slipped, I guess her legs tired, and she slipped down, crunching her body onto my cock all over again. 

"Oh fuck." Ellen grated, her voice ragged with passion. "Can we, can we move, move this along?" 

"Go home, Mr. and Mrs. Bickerstaff. Have a Happy New Year. Put this all behind you and start over on Monday. It is a new year. Make a good start." I patted Ellen's thigh. "Up we go." I said softly and helped her lift her body off me. Her legs were just about too short to do the job but we finally go her off my cock and my cock out of her. She shuddered, crawling out of the booth to stand shaking beside me. I tucked and buttoned and buckled myself back into shape. 

"Hand me my coat." Ellen hissed and I did, with her little purse. I got up and we walked towards the door. Before we got there, Mrs. Bickerstaff grabbed me from behind. 

"Mr. Duncan, please, you can't do this!" She cried, looking up into my eyes. 

"Do what?" I asked, looking past her at Bickerstaff. He was glaring at us like a bear answering the door in January. 

"Don't leave me like this. Take me with you. You can do anything you want to me. I want," her voice caught and then nearly vanished from hearing, "I want what you did with Mrs. Honeywell!" Her eyes were somber. "I swear, I want it all. Let me." 

"What'd you do to Mrs. Honeywell?" Ellen asked. 

I regarded Dannielle and finally shrugged. "Might just as well be now, I guess. He would have to turn you over to me eventually anyway. I was going to fuck you later but if you don't mind the company, come along. Get your coat, we'll wait." 

Dannielle stared at me and then looked suddenly terrified, like she just realized what she promised, what she wanted, what I was going to do to her. Then her face shifted and she walked back to the booth. She got her coat and followed Ellen and I out into the winter cold. 

"What did you do to Mrs. Honeywell?" Ellen asked again. "Don't tell me you fucked her again?" 

I did not respond. We walked together for a block towards my car. I had an arm around each woman. 

"Come on," Ellen said again. "I just fucked you in a restaurant. The least you can do is tell..."

"I spanked her till she came." I said softly, leaning into Ellen's ear. "And Mrs. Bickerstaff here wants the same. Think you could be of help?" I waited, we were at a crosswalk. 

Ellen twisted in the crook of my arm and looked at me. "Fuck yes." She breathed. 

I knew right then I had gotten things right again. What a life! 

We were a block away from my car when I finally realized I did not know where I was taking us. I reached into my pocket and yes, I had two sets of keys to a million and a half dollar apartment. What was I thinking? The light turned and I held onto the two women and they both looked at me. I looked down at Ellen. "Where's this apartment, exactly."

She grinned. "I wondered where we were going. It's back there."

"Apartment?" Mrs. Bickerstaff asked, her eyes wide with the reality of what she had committed to doing. 

I felt a shiver go through her lithe body. These two women were opposites; Ellen with nipple tits, slight of frame and short with short hair and a bully attitude. Mrs. Bickerstaff was her opposite with great big tits, wide hips, narrow waist, her sixties flip and the perfect 'take me' attitude. 

"Where you husband took his women." I said, turning us, like a marching band maneuver. 

"Women?"

We walked. "Did you think Ellen here was the only woman Raymond was fucking behind your back? Did you even think you were the only one when he was married to Caroline." 

"Caroline?" Dannielle shivered again. "Oh, yes, the last Mrs. Bickerstaff. No, I am sure I was the only one."

Ellen snorted. We walked in silence to the entrance to a fifteen or twenty story building, a huge baroque gate filled with glass and a doorman. Ellen spoke to him and he opened the door for her, while eying me and undressing Dannielle like he had never seen her before. Perhaps. She seemed to know the way though; perhaps he was a recent hire compared to the last time she was here. Lots of speculation rifled through my mind but it all stopped when I saw Bickerstaff standing in the foyer waiting for us. 

I tensed for a confrontation but, refusing to hesitate, I walked the three of us right up to him. 

"Don't do this Danny. I picked you. You don't have to do this. I love you. I am..." he choked "...I am so sorry. I never meant to hurt you." 

Dannielle shrugged out of my arm and moved to stand before her husband. She lay her hand on the side of his face. 

I noticed how white her hand was against his black face, sprinkled with freckles and a couple large moles. Her hand was large and made his large black head seem smaller. The contrast of colors and the optical illusions of size made me want to giggle. I am such a putz sometimes. 

"Raymond, don't. You know I have to. If not now, then sometime and the longer I wait, the worse it will be. You have talked about Kingston and even I know how much you have wanted Mrs. Honeywell. She explained the situation to me in detail." She kissed him on the lips, rising on her toes to touch her lips to his. "Go home, Raymond. After all the lust you have satisfied here, it is my turn. I deserve this and I must do it...to keep your partnership safe...for both of us." She kissed him lightly again.

His eyes closed and remained closed after she stepped back away from him. He opened them and looked at me, the expression a mixture of hurt, anger, angst and despair. "Here. You'll need this." He held out a green and gold card. "The access card for the elevator. It works on the front door too, if the doorman is gone from his post." 

I looked at it, realizing I did not know such a thing was needed. I took it from his hand and he immediately shouldered past me. We three turned and watched him go, each of us in our own unique silence. I figured out that the card was keyed to the single floor for the elevator and used to call it. Inside, there were no buttons. For such a short building, it had opposite banks of elevators two facing two. I put the card in the slot and the elevator hummed to life. It took us up to the seventeenth floor. The doors opened and we stepped out into the plush green and gold decor. The two women did not move after stepping off the elevator and I had no idea where we were going so I did not move either. 

Just as the opposite car arrived, Ellen realized she had to lead and took my hand and tugged me to the right. The doors opposite opened and I glimpsed something impossible. I wanted to stay and see if my eyes were seeing correctly but we were walking to the right corridor. At the turn, I twisted around to look and see if I was hallucinating. 

The man had stepped out into the foyer and was staring at me. I turned away quickly, following the two women who apparently knew where we were going. The man looked exactly like Sam Honeywell! I staggered behind them, stunned. This was before I gained a sure hold on my skepticism about coincidences. The door was at the end of the corridor and the two women stood staring at the door. 

I, for my part, looked down the crossing hall and saw the man arrive. He turned and looked at me and for a moment we both stared. The blond with him was startlingly beautiful, with a tight shimmering lamē dress and a wash of long, platinum blond hair with very black roots. I stared, first at her—I'm not a complete idiot—and then at him. I saw recognition in his face. Sam Honeywell had the look of the proverbial deer in the headlights. I don't know why but I waved at him, just a little flourish of my left hand and then I turned to the door. Neither woman had seen this little exchange. I opened the door and shambled inside. They seemed at home, shedding their coats and both went immediately to the bar. 

Ellen pour two shots of bourbon into tumblers without even getting ice. They both drank. Dannielle's hand shook. She sat down the glass and turned to face me, her hands on the edge of the bar, her body sagging back against it so that her arms were akimbo at her sides, elbows up and out. 

"I have never done anything like this." She blushed then. "Raymond, he was my first. I was twenty-two when I was here last. It's, it's been six years." Her brow knit, "not here, but one like it. I don't remember this apartment but one here. I remember the first time I came here with him, to this building." She shivered. 

Ellen poured both glasses half full again. She drank from hers. The little woman stood facing the bar and after drinking, she looked sidelong at Dannielle. 

I saw the look on her face and glimpsed something of what she was feeling. Her expression showed a mixture of fear and lust. 

I do not claim that I understood all of what was swirling around us. I was about to dive into this still, dark pool of sexual confusion but the doorbell chimed. It was a delicate notice, like a triangle in an orchestra. Then a clanging buzzing replaced it. I had noticed two buttons by the door and figured out the one was for the service and the other one was for more insistent ringing. 

Ellen turned around, her face a mask of shock that matched the fear on Dannielle's face. 

"I'll get it." I said bravely. I felt curiously lightheaded and disoriented. The ten steps to the door were accompanied by a swirl of D. Debra's smell, the feel of being between my sister's legs, inside Alissa and my arms around these two women...all of which filled my senses dizzying and distracting me. I opened the door. 

"Jesus Christ! It is you!" Of course. It was Sam Honeywell. He peered past me at the two women staring at him. 

I twisted to look at them and they both turned and walked out of our sight, each in a different direction. 

"Sonny, isn't it?" He grinned. "I never would have thought...what the heck are you doing here?" He gestured behind me, towards the two women who were now out of sight. "With them, I mean? That's Mrs. Bickerstaff, isn't it? This is his apartment still, right?"

"And Kline's." I said automatically, always eager to be accurate. I felt inane. 

Sam sobered. "So you know about them?" He asked. 

"So you know them?" I responded, always the original one. I did not know whether to invite him into the apartment or push us out into the hall. I still had the keys in my hand. Over his shoulder I saw the door to "his" apartment and in that moment, saw the woman waft by deep in the place, drifting past my eyes like an apparition, a ghost I could not explain, the dress glittered like she was divine. 

Sam bowed his head and then chuckled. "Oh yes, I know them. They have both been trying to make my wife from the moment she joined the firm. They tried to talk me into handing her over..." he looked up. If he had been white I expect he would have been blushing but I was uncertain how to tell, I thought I heard it in his tone and marked it in his hesitation. Sam was a handsome man, reminding me of a movie star. When I was young, I remembered him with a casual, medium 'fro which he had cut down as time went along. He now had a goatee and mustache. He did look debonair. "Listen, it is Sonny, right?"




Extending the MILF List Ch. 05



I woke to an empty apartment. I staggered through it and found everyone gone. I almost called Sammy to find out where the hell he went but gave it up. I was too tired to think. I went back to bed. It was about noon. I woke to the sound of my phone. Groggy and confused I fumbled for it till I mastered it and answered. 

"Sonny? This is your beautiful girl friend!" 

Deedee Hamilton. My heart jumped up into my throat. Suddenly I was awake and I could smell her, intermingled with the fumes of sex that lingered in the apartment. "D. Debra." I said softly, trying to sound sexy.

"Sonny? You sound awful. Are you sick?" 

So much for auditory seduction. "No. No. It is so nice to hear your voice." I felt so pathetic. But my cock snapped directly to full attention without any intervening state. 

"I am just getting onto the plane. I wanted to tell you I should be at the gate by seven. You can pick me up. We'll go by my house and I'll change. I have a glorious dress that will make you drool for tonight. Then you can escort me to the Collegiate New Year's Celebration. Are you excited to see me? This party should be fun. Will you know anyone there?" 

A fateful question, as it turned out. I fumbled for a response and spoke the simplest thought I could manage. "My sister is finally going out with one of my friends. He has carried a torch for her for a long time. It should be fun." 

"Your sister? Oh? Which one is that?" 

"Tawny." I said instantly and a shiver ran down my spine as though someone was two-stepping over my grave. 

"Tawny? Oh yes, your sister Tawny. She will be there. That is so nice. We'll get a table together. It is always nice to know someone."

I didn't know what to say but to add inane to inane so I kept silent. 

D. Debra waited, finally speaking. "I am so excited to see you. I hope your tongue has gotten lots of exercise because I want you to go down on me right at midnight. See you at seven." 

She hung up. 

"Hello?" I said vacantly. My mind struggled for comprehension but my cock understood fine...and little head was not happy. No nooky tonight. Just tasting D. Debra, that was how my year was going to end. "I can hardly complain." I said out loud, speaking into the gray afternoon light. I looked at the phone. Two o'clock. I rolled out of bed and found the apartment looked like a frat party was just finished. I spent the next two hours cleaning it up. Everyone else was gone, without even a good-by but then I realized I might have spoke while still asleep; something I was able to do and got me into trouble from time to time. 

By four I had the place shipshape and needed a shower. I realized I needed to get fresh clothes as the ones I had with me needed a whole new personality. I suddenly realized I was pushing the time and, after a final going over, left Bickerstaff's and Kline's apartment. Alissa Honeywell would tell me later that there was a maid service that would clean it up but at the time, I was possessed by the need to be a good tenant and not be an asshole. 

I found an accident on the freeway and, being a holiday, it took the better part of an hour to clear so I was nearly an hour and an half getting home. I raced through a shower, brushing off my sister's attention, barely hearing them. 

I ran in and up to the shower so fast because I absolutely did not want them sniffing the aroma of pussy on me. The temptation is always to be casual about such things once the secret is out but I consciously decided to keep as much distance between my sisters and the rest of my life as possible. Like other of my decisions, this one was a delusion that made me brusque and nearly rude for that afternoon. 

I did ask Dalia where they were going for the night and she shrugged and said they were staying in. I was in too much of a hurry to think about it much and so gave it no thought. I was sure this night of all nights I would get D. Debra Hamilton on her back where she belonged. 

It was nearly six-thirty by the time I left the house, backing out into the street only to discover my car was nearly empty. I found gas but there was a line. I was nearly frantic by the time I got aimed at the airport. I was surely going to be late and I felt anxiety rattling my ribs as I drove, forcing myself to abide by the speed limit since the police were itching to correct enthusiasm. I arrived at the airport twenty minutes late, dread pumping acid through my veins. I was just locking the car—the fob had quit working and I had to use the key. I kept forgetting to replace the battery so I could just punch it and lock the doors or unlock them. I felt stupid because I was going to have to demonstrate this failure to D. Debra. 

My phone rang. 

I answered it, panting into the phone. 

"Sonny? Oh dear, I am terribly sorry but the plane is delayed. I, I won't be in till nearly nine. I have made arrangements to change at the hotel. Oh, we are taking off. See you soon." 

She was gone. 

Shit. I had to wait nearly two more hours. I did. I waited. I paced. I star gazed, looking at faces and asses, searching for some famous face. I realized I did not know her flight number and that delays and weather had bunched the incoming flights she would have been on together, muddling them so I had little hope of knowing if and when she arrived. 

It was nearly ten before my phone rang and D. Debra demanded to know where I was. She was at the luggage area and waiting for me to come lug her luggage off the conveyor belt. I found her but she was distant and chilly, only presenting me a cheek and pecking me on mine. 

"We must be quick. The party will be over before we even arrive." We bustled to the car. In the brief moment when we were close, I sniffed her and realized it was an advantage that she was standoffish, and I insisted she was protecting my delicate sensibilities—particularly my nose and the mindless cock that seemed in direct contact with the smell of her, rising up and staying hard. 

D. Debra chattered the whole way to the hotel. I got the whole account of her time away, her cousins trying to peer into the canyon between her breasts and her confession that she teased them endlessly; mocking the males and chiding the females with her assets. She admitted, in a strange fit of self-awareness, that they must have been relieved to see her leave. 

The knot formed in my gut during the drive. By the time I parked, eschewing the attendants, I had admitted to myself that I had been anticipating a reversal of our relationship and that she would be fully willing to lay down with me and do vigorous things to each other. I realized that anticipation powered my nervous response to the situation. 

Walking with her up to the entrance, to the music of her compliant that I should have let the parking attendant help or at least let her off so she did not have to walk in her silver heels on the concrete. If she ruined them, she told me, it would surely be my fault. 

My idea that we would have a good time, that her torment of me was past and she was genuinely eager to be handled, that fantasy dissipated as she strode away up the incline from the lower level to the elevator entrance. We had to go down to get up to her suite, she said. I walked behind her and whatever she said about walking in highheels, she was certainly fast enough to make me need to nearly run in order just to keep up to her. 

So we walked to the elevator with my eyes firmly fixed on the rolling of her ass, like two puppies in a burlap bag, bumping back and forth under her long gray coat. Her legs flashed through the slit in the back. I was so entranced I managed to keep my dread of disappointment at bay. 

We were part of a crowd at the elevator from our parking level and we crowded into the car down to the main lobby. She moved away from me, not pushing against me but fitting her tits against some tall guys back, dressed in an elegant tux. I hated the fucker. When we were finally unpacked, she sauntered away before I cleared the car. I was just about to catch up when someone called my name.

"Sonny! Sonny! Over here."

I looked around the cluttered foyer and found Chris and Tawny standing next to a big cactus, waving at me. Thinking they were a good excuse to halt D. Debra's charge for her shower, I grabbed her elbow and spun her half a turn to face them. "Hey Deedee, there is my sister and her date. Hang on a minute, I want to say hello." 

Her compliance should have tipped me off but no. She was docile and sweet. "Of course, Sonny. I would love to meet your sweet sister. Please, do introduce us." 

Arm in arm, we approached Tawny and Chris. I remember thinking something was odd. It was nearly ten-thirty. What were they doing out here? I did not get a chance to ask and it would have been redundant. 

"Sonny, my god, you are so late!" Chris said. 

"Yes, sorry, the plane was late." I put a hand on the small of D. Debra's back and pushed her forward. "Miss Hamilton, this is my sister, Tawny Duncan and my best friend, Chris Wills. This is the woman I have been telling you about, Miss D. Debra Hamilton." 

They exchanged greetings, followed immediately by an awkward silence. I was searching for something to say when Tawny spoke to Deedee.

"Miss Hamilton, it is so nice of you to offer to let us use your mother's suite tonight. I hope we are not intruding." Tawny spoke with the gleam of anticipation in her eyes. 

"Of course, Tawny." Deedee said effusively. "I am sure it would only go to waste. So happy to have you. Sonny won't mind a bit." She turned to look for the elevators. "We should go now. I smell like a thoroughbred on a hot day at the track. It has been a miserable day thus far. I am glad to see this year end!"

I was staggering with the implications of what had just been presented to me. Once again, the feeling that I had all the rights of an inflatable doll bubbled through me. I should have known something was up but I was so enamored with my own fantasies of nooky to the lovely strains of Auld Lang Sayne, that I just shambled along in D. Debra's wake. I suppose all the fucking I had engaged in the previous few days dulled my senses but the truth is that D. Debra dulled my senses and she took full advantage of my deficit, twisting me like a voodoo doll. 

In the elevator we found ourselves with few people on the way up to the top floor. When we were finally alone, the four of us, D. Debra suddenly gasped. "Oh my gracious," she said in a passable imitation of a southern belle, "I do believe I have made a serious error." She put a hand over her mouth and widened her eyes in mock horror. 

"It never occurred to me that you two, being brother and sister could not show yourselves to each other. You should not see cock or pussy so you cannot engage in any coitus! Oh, I am hopeless. It never occurred to me that this would be awkward. It never occurred to me that you two would be wanting to get naked tonight in our room. The two beds are right together, you understand, not in different bedrooms. Oh, what have I done?" 

Then she looked right at me, her eyes shining. "Looks like no nooky for you tonight, Sonny. Surely it would be unseemly for your sister to see your cock, don't you think?" She waited then, peering intently at me, clearly expecting some sort of response from me. I was so flabbergasted that the doors opened and spilled us out into the corridor before I could manage to say anything and that was likely a good thing. 

We all walked to the door of the suite and entered without speaking. Tawny caught my eye and she nearly laughed at our curious predicament. My already hard cock was tantalized first by memories of my nude sister riding me me like a horse and then by the idea of Tawny watching me finally slide my meat trumpet into D. Debra to blow a little jazz into her. I was delusional and I knew it but my cock simply did not care. The delusion was simply too sweet to turn down or tune out. 

In the apartment, D. Debra excused herself with a "make yourselves at home" flung over her shoulder. The "suite" was hardly that, a simple double bed room, two beds, with a large sitting area before the bathroom door, right by the patio doors leading out onto the balcony. With D. Debra behind the closed door, the three of us stood staring at each other. 

Chris looked distinctly uncomfortable. Tawny looked impish and I felt a pervading sense of dread seeping into my bones. Something was about to happen to me and I had the feeling it was not going to be particularly good. I clearly had several delusions, particularly about what I hoped the new year was going to bring me. 

I struggled to understand why my sister and Chris were here or what to do about it. I had become habitually passive when it came to D. Debra on the logic that if I insisted on making things go my way, I was sure I would end up having those things to myself, all alone. Curiously, this struck me as a wholly horrible possibility; seemingly utterly disconnected from the rest of my sexual life. It is like I turned into a repressed virgin around D. Debra and forgot the feeling of the folds of the vagina I had encountered in so many other ways and contexts. 

Tawny looked back and forth between me and Chris. Chris was trying not to look at anyone. The shower came on and Tawny took hold of Chris' hand. "Chris, baby, do you think we should waste that bed? I mean really?" She tugged at his arm and pulled him towards the bed. Chris could not help it. He looked directly at me. 

I was numb, or numbskulled anyway. I just watched as my sister lay down on the bed and pulled Chris down to sit beside her. She wore orange, a little skirt patterned on the females on Captain Kirk's Enterprise. Chris bent over her and kissed her chastely on the lips. She glanced at me. 

"Now, Chris, I know you can kiss better than that!" She said, chiding him with voice and hands. When he bent over her, she looped an arm around his neck and locked him into place. 

I looked away and listened to the shower background to their smooching. When Tawny pulled Chris' hand down to her breast, he pulled free and sat up. Yes, I was watching. I did not have the internal dialog Chris likely feared. His face was a mask of conscious casualness. 

"Oh Chris, don't be a fuddy duddy." Tawny pulled at his hand but he resisted. 

The shower shut off and almost immediately the bath door opened. 

D. Debra stepped in to the room, utterly and completely nude. She toweled her hair, taking a single step into the room and standing as she rubbed the towel vigorously around her head. Her tits bumped and jiggled as she rubbed. 

I could not help it, I glanced at Chris and Tawny. Chris was goggle-eyed, staring at the statuesque nude woman. Tawny had sat up and was staring as well. 

"Ever-fucking-green" Tawny breathed. "She is just as beautiful as you said, Sonny." 

Chris looked at Tawny like she had just peed in his bisque instead of shaving in the fresh Parmesan he'd asked for. 

D. Debra dropped her arms and stood still, panting a little, her arms to her sides, the big, fluffy white towel dangling onto the floor from one hand. She looked at me, then over at the other bed. 

"See. Awkward. But I invited you two up here so you could use the bed and not for a nap. But I see, Sonny is a bit of a dampener. Tell you what, let me get what I came for, a little tongue where it counts, and then we'll leave you two to get better acquainted." 

D. Debra grinned. "I know that seems a little forward of me but you must understand the holiday I have had. I am nearly crazy with need for a little bounce. I'll make do with a little licking, though." She moved past me to the end of the other bed and sat. She gave her stringy hair, dark with water but already turning back to lightning blond. She sat down and spread her knees. She tossed the towel into one of the nearby chairs and patted her bare knees. "Sonny, you know what I want now. I have been waiting for this since the night before I left."

My cock snapped to attention. That would be the night I first had my sister Tawny. I heard my sister squeak and imagined she was affected by D. Debra's words but it could have been Chris taking liberties, seeing as how my head was turned both metaphorically and literally. I was moving to D. Debra, nude on the bed. My cock rose, certain that the teasing was over and he was going to get the attention he felt he so richly deserved. When I bent to kiss her on the mouth, D. Debra put a hand over my face and pulled down. I got naturally to my knees. 

"Whoa, big boy. We aren't going to start anything you can't finish. That is your sister over there. No showing her your magic wand! I just want you to give me a nice going over and then we can take off and leave the kids to play without us inhibiting them." She placed one hand on my shoulder and pressed harder. I bent like an Egyptian when Cleopatra rose. My hands were on her knees. They felt hot to me, like she had a fever. I was staring between her legs when she lay back and lifted her hips. Her pussy winked at me. 

I wanted to look up but couldn't. My mind was raving. I wanted to stand up and leave but why would I do that? Out that door, I could find lots of pussy. But not D. Debra Hamilton. She was here, she was nude, she wanted me to eat her. The time was now!

I struggled. I wanted to have a little pride but then I was overcome with altruism and opportunism. My mind ran to the eager thought that if she wanted it this badly, perhaps she would lose control and sister or no sister, I would end up planted between her legs like I wanted. I thought about taking umbrage but decided that would get me nothing, at least nothing I really wanted. My pride, after all, was not really at issue. The pussy I had, just last night, that was world class and mostly still available. 

I knelt and began to kiss up the inside of her thigh. I felt fully egalitarian; willing to use up a woman's will in service to my own pleasure and fantasy last night, but now willing and able to take that position myself. I kissed and licked up one thigh. 

"Oh fuck, Sonny. It has been too long since I felt your lips on my skin!" D. Debra spoke and sighed at the same time, mixing the words with the exhalation of satisfaction and the tension of anticipation twanging through her body. 

Her hands found the back of my head. She pressed hard and I naturally resisted. She relented. I moved down to the other knee and kissed a wobbly track up towards her pussy. Her hips bunched and rose. I looped my arms under her knees and lifted her heavy legs. I opened her and looked down at her furrow, now bare and glistening. I licked up the bunched but thick lips of her pussy. 

Deedee grunted and her hips punched up at me. She strained to close her knees but I had my shoulders between them. I licked her again and again. Her voice caught and keened, gurgling as I swabbed my tongue up and down her furrow, my tongue plowing her pussy. 

Her clit appeared and I greeted it with my tongue. I relaxed for a moment and her hands tightened, pressing me tight against her pussy. I stiffened my tongue and pierced her body. She bubbled with excitement. My mouth opened and I was inside of her body, probing and searching through the folds. For a few moments, I tasted her, paging through the texture of her pussy. Her hands tightened on the back of my head and for a moment I couldn't breathe. I relaxed and her legs clamped closed. I paid for my inattention. 

I fought free and could hear again. 

"Oh, oh fuck Sonny, like that. Don't stop! Why are you stopping. Sonnnnnyyy!" D. Debra's voice whined. 

I managed to open her legs again, pushing her further onto the bed. I got between her legs onto my elbows and licked up her pussy again. It seemed sweet and succulent to me and I dove in, spearing into her with my tongue, a goal in mind. I sought and found the g-spot. 




Extending the MILF List Ch. 05



D. Debra shrieked. She was hot and ready as she claimed. I felt the tension ratchet up, her hips pulsing up at me, punching me in the face over and over. Her motions got faster and faster and then she screamed, her whole body tensing and seizing, quivering as she arched high under me. Her legs spread wide, an odd reaction. 

I gripped her full ass, gripping each firm cheek in a hand and squeezing her hard. My tongue rattled against her g-spot and she bucked and shook and shivered below me. Her legs were spread like wings and she perched on the cusp of climax and called out imprecations should I dare stop. 

I ate her with gusto and no little hunger, my cock swelling with anticipation. 

"Oh fuck me, Sonny, fuck me. I want cock now!" D. Debra shrieked. 

I stood without moving, like I flinched directly to my feet. I stood at the edge of the bed, fumbling with my belt. Had I not been all thumbs, I would have been planted in Deedee Hamilton straight away and things would have gone differently. For some reason, my hands did not respond to the common instructions my brain was providing. I could not get the tongue of my belt out of the belt loop. I fumbled long enough that D. Debra lifted her head, regarding me down the runaway of her nude body, sighting me between her breasts. 

She sat up. I was still fumbling but she put her hands over mine and looked up at me. 

"Sonny, your sister is watching. Did you forget? We cannot show her your cock tonight. That wouldn't be right, now would it? I got mine. Thank you for that. Your tongue really does it for me. Relax. Step back." Her head turned. 

It was like my eyes came back on, like they had been switched off and I could not really see anything. That isn't really true, I could see fine so it must have been my brain was rejecting all inputs at the time and I recognized nothing. Time seemed to have stood still for me so I was surprised when I looked over and saw Chris and Tawny between the sheets of the other bed. Tawny had her back to Chris and they were watching us. Me. Chris' face hid behind the auburn snarl of Tawny's hair. 

D. Debra pushed me back and stood, her nude body brushing against me at several important points of contact. "Sonny, I, I feel bad that I have been such a selfish hostess. My mama taught me better than that." She pushed me back another step. "These two, this is their first date. I want it to be memorable." She moved over to stand at the foot of the other bed. 

Chris and Tawny peeked out from under the bedding at her, watching her with curiosity while staring frankly at her incredible body. She flipped up the fitted bedspread, and then she pulled the blanket and sheet loose from where it was tucked under the mattress. Tawny's bare feet and calves appeared and Chris' feet, still with his socks on. He pulled them up out of view, hunching against the headboard. 

"I think I shouldn't be the only one to have a nice orgasm." D. Debra said. She grabbed Tawny by both ankles and pulled her legs wide. She climbed onto the bed and under the sheet and blanket, disappearing. 

Tawny's eyes got wide. D. Debra struggled out of the bed and held up a pair of red and white stripped panties, like a candy cane. She dangled them in my direction. "She wore panties, Sonny. Your sister is not a slut. Yet." D. Debra grinned at me, her eyes were flinty hard, though. She turned, tossing the panties onto the other bed. She dove under the covers and her shape wriggled up the bed. 

"Oh no." Tawny groaned. "No, please." Her eyes closed and she turned away from Chris. Her eyes opened and she was staring at me. They clinched closed and then she bucked once. "Oh fuck, no, yes, no, yes!" Her eyes opened and she tried to focus on me, she looked like she was trying to watch a tennis match from under water. "Oh, oh, oh Sonny, she, she, she...oh fuck!" Tawny twisted onto her back and she struggled. Her mouth was open and her eyes clinched closed. She shook, she twisted, she thrashed but finally she shrieked and came, shrieked and came. The gasping, panting shrillness of her voice ran up the scale, only sputtering to a halt when she ran out of air and had to gasp, sucking in more. 

The covers over D. Debra quivered and shook. 

Tawny's head whipped back and forth, her hands were not visible. Chris sat to one side of her, pulling his knees up against his chest, one arm around them. I stood staring, watching my girl friend eat my sister. I was flabbergasted. 

I did not manage to move till D. Debra reappeared, her drying hair turned into a mop of curls. She looked at me, her eyes alight. "Your sister likes me, I think." 

"My sister has good taste." I said and immediately regretted the phraseology. 

D. Debra went cheap, "and she tastes good!" That was what I said. Her hands still held onto Tawny's ankles. D. Debra turned back and began to pull Tawny down the bed, till her knees appeared at the end of it. D. Debra covered my sister with the bedspread. 

She stood up. "Sonny, I am sorry. I have been rude to your friend. I, I want cock and I want it now but since you cannot show your cock to your sister and it would just wrong for her to fuck your friend while you watched..." She twisted around and nodded at Chris. "You. Chris. Do you want to fuck me? I need cock now. I, I love having a cock in me from behind when I am eating a tasty morsel like this. Then, I promise I'll leave you alone. " 

Liar. 

Chris looked at me, his face a mask of indecision. 

Tawny, the minx, poked her face out the side of the bed, my side. Her wild eyes fixed on me. She spoke, intent on me and fully aware of what she was saying. "Fuck her Chris. What better way to start the new year!" She looked over at me, her face a mixture of laughter, ecstasy, and impishness. "I, I want to feel what she is like while you fuck her. Please!" 

Chris lost his inhibitions and seemed to come out of his pants before he left the headboard. D. Debra was bent between my sister's legs, covered with the bedspread. Chris had his hands on Deedee's hips before he remembered me. He squeezed his hard cock against Deedee's voluptuous ass and then froze. 

Deedee looked around and glared at me. "Sonny, I think you are dampening the mood. Why don't you run along?" The question was a command. 

I was in the elevator before I realized what I had done. I almost went back. No one would open the door and I had not key card. What a wuss! I decided to get a drink from the bar and then go back up and break up the party. That was my plan but when I left the elevator and made my way towards the ballroom, I heard my name called. 

"Sonny! Sonny!" I turned clear around and saw no one giving me any attention. Then I saw her. I fumbled for her name. The black girl sashayed up to me, her body undulating under the tight white dress. I recognized the body, the dress but I could not come up with her name. 

"Hey, hi! Happy New Year!" I chirped. 

"Ahmay. Ahmay Allan." She said brightly. She looked over her shoulder. "Rodney is here somewhere, oh, there he is." 

My chest constricted like someone was sitting on it. "Rodney?" I remembered that name. The guy built like an old bank safe. And then he was there. 

"Sonny Duncan! How the hell are you? I have to tell you, mo'fo, you brought me some of the craziest pussy I have ever banged!" 

He shook my hand. His grip was strong as steel and I was pretty sure he was not even trying. My night was getting better and better. 

"Hey man, listen, you have my number right! If you ever want me to bang any of your other broads, you call me. I'd be happy to bang them for you!" 

I felt about an inch tall. But then Ahmay leaned into me, and I mean she leaned into me, pressing her balcony of tits against my arm. "Sonny, me too. Call me, too. Here is my card. Our number is on it, I mean, both our numbers." 

I glanced at Rodney I cannot describe the relief I felt when I saw laughter in his eyes. He punched my shoulder, rocking me onto my heels. 

"White boy, my sister likes you and she don't like nobody! Congratulations! That makes you special. Com'on Ahmay, my peeps is waiting." 

Only when they were gone did I realize she had been gripping my arm and pressing her tits against me, rubbing her considerable body against me. I hadn't even noticed, well, not much. I was scared and discombobulated. I had halted in the flow of the crowd and suddenly I just wanted to be away. I was half way to my car before my mind blinked back on. I was driving before I had a full thought, with a subject and verb and everything. I glanced at the car clock. It was a quarter to midnight. I drove on. 

A moment later, I realized I was going to my house and in my house was my sister, at least one of them maybe both. I was shocked to realize they were still home, that they were not going out. 

I was ashamed to have given that fact no thought whatsoever, till just that moment. I felt like a shit or at least I felt shitty and yet still I had no will to blame D. Debra Hamilton. She was being consistent. She told me none of her delectable pussy was for me and it was not like I was being deprived or something. I could hardly complain. I knew what the score was, Deedee 100, Sonny 0. Once again, I just shrugged, mentally this time. The feeling of her orgasms rippling through her while I was eating her thrilled me. Suddenly I was concrete hard. 

And I realized the sister I could fuck was at home, waiting for me. 

I got home, parked the car. It was twelve thirty. I walked into the house. One light was on downstairs. Dalia sat on the couch watching the run up to the new year further west She looked up when I walked in. When she didn't speak, I just sat down and silently watched the talking, giggling knuckleheads on the TV. After a few inane moments, I said, "You didn't go out?" 

"We have to leave in the morning. Georgia and I, both. Early. Our boss is attending a conference on the second and we have to go down and do some advance setup." She looked sideways at me. "I would have told you but you seemed pretty preoccupied."

I nodded glumly. "Sorry about that. D. Debra..." I stopped, wondering what I should tell and what to leave for Tawny to confess to over wine. 

"Didn't go well?"

"Why do you say that?" 

"You're home early, after being gone for two days." 

I shook my head. "More of the same. I keep hoping..."

"Hoping what, Sonny? That she will be as easy as your sisters?"

I looked at her, a tickle running up and down my spine. I tried to change the subject. "What are you doing up late if you have to leave tomorrow." A light went on. "Oh, waiting for Georgia to get home? Where'd she go?"

Dillydally sneered. "She's upstairs. She...she was bummed that you did not give her any attention when you finally got home. She, she was looking forward to, you know." 

"I know. We'll have...oh. She's leaving tomorrow?" My brain finally got to work. Late. 

Dally nodded. "We'll be gone till the weekend in Florida and, as it turns out our boss is providing us a weekend to make up for tomorrow. That is why Georgia was looking forward to the last couple days. Free days, nothing planned...and you didn't come home. When you did, you rushed in and out and never a moment to...oh what's the use?"

"Don't say that."

"You are taking her for granted. The sure thing just upstairs." Dalia sounded upset. "And I am the same!" 

I was having none of it. "Yes, and what did you girls think of me with your schedules and assignments and plans? And who are you fooling, she is a sure thing and she is upstairs. So what is your point? What is the problem? Did you think this was going to be easy? Romantic? Dally, I am your brother and I have had sex with your mother, my mother and your sister. I am going to have sex with Georgia until it is your time, when and as it suits me. That was the deal. What about that is confusing?" 

Dalia looked me right in the eye and without hesitation, she said, "our feelings. They matter."

Suddenly my bubble of bluster burst and I sat back. "Of course your feelings matter. But...no...no buts. I get it. I am sorry. I do take you for granted. That is what it means to be family. Now it means that we can share sex and..." I stopped talking. I pulled Dalia under my arm and hugged her. "I hurt your feelings. I cannot help that, I don't think but I am still sorry." 

Dalia snuggled in under my arm, laying her cheek onto my chest. "You should go upstairs. I'll, I'll stay up till Tawny comes in and we'll bunk in Mom's room." 

"Don't worry about Tawny. I doubt she'll be home for a while."

Dalia sat up and looked at me. "Your horny friend is getting in her panties? Already? This is their first date!" 

I shrugged and stood up. "Chris has had a thing for Tawny for so long I am surprised it has taken this long, given that Tawny has her thing for him too. I genuinely had no idea. I'm going to shower. I'll, I'll see to Georgia." 

Dalia smiled then and nodded. "You see to Georgia." She said. "You won't see her for a week or so. It should be..." She did not finish the thought. I did not know what she was thinking but suddenly I was tired. 

I staggered upstairs and took a shower. Standing in front of the mirror, I thought about what I was about to do. Georgia was sleeping, the girl could drop off between bites at dinner. I slipped into her room and felt carefully along the side of her bed till I found her. She was on her side, facing away from me. I slipped in beside her. She stirred, trying to roll onto her back but finding me there, chocking her body. She wore a pair of pajama bottoms and a tight tee. I ran a hand over the swell of her hip. 

When my hand smoothed over her tummy and under the tee, cupping her breast, she stirred. I was nude, hard and ready to take her. She mumbled in her sleep and shifted away from me to get onto her back. She lifted her hips and I sensed her removing her bottoms. "Sonny?" She whispered. 

"Hi Nova." I said softly. 

She sat up at little and removed her shirt. "I'm ready." She said softly. 

My hand found her plush body.

"Ooo, your hands are cold." She shivered but pulled my hand to her breast. 

I rolled onto my side and bent over her. I found her forehead and moved down to her lips. I kissed her softly. Her mouth was lush and rich, redolent with a subdued passion. What I did, she mimicked. My lips pulled at her, kissing her gently. She kissed me back, equally gently. I opened my mouth and touched her lips with my tongue and hers met me. I trailed a hand down her belly to rest between her legs. She found and gripped my hard cock. Our kiss deepened. 

She moaned a little. She broke the kiss. "I am yours, Sonny. Take me." She shivered. "Please. I need you to take me. Please don't make me wait. I laid awake wishing you were here. I dreamed of you taking me and woke to find your hand on my tit. I am so excited..." Her voice quavered. "My brother is going to take me now." She said in a normal voice, as though announcing it to someone. 

I obeyed her fervent wish, moving over her. Her legs opened for me. Her hand guided me by my cock. Lying between her legs, I felt her breath and the shuddering in her body. She pulled on my cock and I shuffled up till I was over her. I lifted my hips and she directed my cock to her entrance. She was bubbling. The lips of her pussy kissed me, parting for the head of my cock. 

"Oh Sonny, put it into my body. Plant your flag, Sonny. Claim me." Her hips rose, enveloping my cock. 

The sensation ripped through me. I bent to kiss her and found her rising to meet me. Your chins bumped but our lips found each other and she kissed me while her hands pulled at my sides, directing me deep into her body. My cock sliced into her furrow, sinking slowly and steadily till we were sealed together. Her legs lifted around me and coiled about my back. She rocked her hips up and scrunched down. My cock seemed to click deeper but that was impossible. We were so tightly joined that I could not go any deeper in my big sister. 

"Fuck me, little brother. Mark me. I want everyone to see that I got laid on New Years' Eve." She chuckled a little. "Use me, fill me, fuck me Sonny. I want you...I want you so badly!" Her hands moved to my ass and while her hips punched up at me, she pulled down hard with hands and heels. 

I gripped the point of each shoulder and rammed her down onto my cock, matching her force with my own. She grunted. I pulled back and she lay back, utterly open. My cock pulled out of her clasping cunt. 

I got to my my knees and lifted her legs over my shoulders. I felt her hand on my well-oiled cock. Her body had coated me with her anticipation and she felt me. With her legs over my shoulder I bent her knees towards her head and entered her. 

She was tight, brilliantly taut as I slid into her once more. She groaned as I descended into her body. When I lay on the tight plane of her thighs, I began to rock her, withdrawing a third of my cock and then ramming it into her hard, rapping our bodies together. 

With each stroke, Georgia grunted. For several minutes I rode her, ramming her full of cock over and over again. The slap of our bodies cracking in the room around us. She gasped and panted, bent double in her own bed. I released her legs and let her lay flat. I grasped her ass with both hands, with my head beside her ear, I began to hammer into her, grasping her ass in both hands I an fucked her. 

"Oh yes, Sonny, fuck me! I want it. Fill me. Fuck me, Sonny!" 

I did my best. After a few minutes wrenching her ass against my cock, I twisted to the side and put one leg through hers. With one leg on the other side of her I turned her and jammed my cock into her at an extreme angle. She squeaked as I thrust into her. I grabbed her waist and pulled her down onto my cock. Her hands left me and she lay on her side, one leg propped up over me. I ground into her, running my cock in and out of her with long, slick strokes. 

After I tired of that, I pulled out of her and manipulated her onto her belly. She hunched her hips, lifting them a little, bending her back at an extreme angle. She was flexible as a willow. I struggled to my knees and got behind her. My cock pierced her pussy again and she sighed. 

"I, I love your cock in me, little brother." Her voice held nothing but delight. Usually "little brother" expressed contempt. After this moment, whenever she uttered that term, it was endearment I heard and the echo of her grunting as I fucked her. She was strangely passive, letting me move her into position after position without comment or resistance. I wanted to finish with her on her back. When I tired of feeling her ass on me, I pulled my cock from her body and rolled her once more onto her back. 

She lay still waiting for me to move. I widened her legs and moved between them. 

"I'll suck you, if you like." She said in a small voice. "Sonny, I'll do anything you like." 

"Let me make love to you, Nova." I said. 

"Not now. Don't call me that now. But do, yes, do make love to me." She whispered, her hands pulling at my shoulders. 

With one hand I found her pussy, replete with her liquid. I touched my cock to it and she caught it immediately. I pushed into her and she moaned a long, hissing, "yes" before her hips bumped up, receiving my cock back into her body. I got to my elbows and found one breast and sucked it hard. She shuddered, her hips starting to pulse. I found the other breast with my mouth and sucked her hard. She groaned. 

"I love your mouth on me. Mark me, Sonny. I want to see that you were here, between my legs, inside of me, fucking me." Her voice rasped with need.

I moved up from her breasts. Her head turned away from me, exposing her neck. She held her breath when I fastened to her skin, sucking loudly, marking her high, making it impossible to hide. I marked her again lower, under the chin. Her hips rolled under me, her pussy pulsing as my cock stirred deeply in her. Her head turned and I repeated the process, marking her thoroughly and well, like a graffiti artist delighting in a virgin wall. Then I bent down and bit each nipple. 




Extending the MILF List Ch. 05



Her response lifted me. I marked each breast and Georgia sighed after each mark. One hand stroked my face and the other lay on my hip. I moved my hands down to her ass again and resumed riding her. She opened her legs wide, her thighs and knees arched beside me. 

"Oh yes, Sonny. You are so deep in me. I can feel, oh, oh, oh, please keep fucking me. I want to climax with you inside of me. I want to feel it with you again. Oh god, yes, oh god yes, oh god, oh god, oh god." Her voice caught and she convulsed, curling up against me. Her lips kissed along my shoulder and neck, her hands clutched at my arms. Her hips were pumping up at me. I was rapping down onto and into her, pummeling her while she gasped and grunted. 

Suddenly she went completely still, a whine warbling in her throat. I continued stroking into her. She gasped and her whole body bucked under me. My orgasm was fast approaching but Georgia seemed possessed. Her mouth found mine and she kissed me hungrily. Her breath was hot my face and then she erupted in a titanic orgasm. 

"Oh little brother, I am coming!" She gasped, her body bucking under me. She thrashed and fought my weight while I hammered her pussy with my cock, hammering down into her harder and faster. Her legs wound around me, trying to seal me between her legs, a monument of lust at the center of her. I was surprised that I had not come quicker but the ebbs and flows of my climax was fast reaching a pinnacle. Orgasms rolled through Nova.

Suddenly it was on me. I jerked and stiffened. Suddenly I was coming. I poured Georgia full of cum. I pumped into her over and over again. I thought I would be running a deficit but it seemed like I would come forever. Georgia was talking but I could not hear. My ears were shut down while I humped into her, pumping into her hard. My sister groaned and suddenly I was spent. 

The last few days caught up to me and I gasped for air, my head got light and then I was empty. My whole body quaked with the sensation of Georgia's pussy clamped down on my spurting cock. Georgia knew I was coming and her hips rose and rolled underneath me, pulling the last vestiges of orgasm out of my overworked body. Then it was over. 

I collapsed like a wave on the shore, panting and gasping for breath. Her hands soothed me, petting my shoulders and back. I still had hold of her ass which meant I was balanced nearly completely on her chest. After a few moments, she began to grunt with the effort and I rolled off of her. I lay on my back beside her wheezing. 

I wanted to say something but my mind was washed clean, empty of thought, utterly dominated by the sensation of my sister's body under me, still ghosted by my nerves. She rolled over the hug me, pressing her great tits to my side. 

We lay like that for quite a while. I napped, slipping away and then returning. 

"Sonny?" Georgia's voice was strong in the darkness. "Can I ask something of you?" 

I roused myself and answered her, of course she could. 

"Mom, she had sex with all of your friends, didn't she?" 

I stiffened involuntarily and not my love muscle. My body went rigid. Whether Georgia noticed or not, I don't know. I had confessed lots of things but not everything and no longer really remembered what I had told my sisters and what I had left out. Even presuming she knew about mom's airtight flight, I could not imagine why Georgia would bring that up. 

"Well?" Georgia was not a woman to be easily put off, once he decided she wanted a response. 

"Yes. We all did her."

"Two at once?" 

I nodded and then said "yes, belatedly. "Three at once, too." 

"Three?" Georgia seemed puzzled. 

"Mouth, ass, and pussy." I said helpfully. 

"Oh, oh my." Georgia whispered. "That must be awkward." 

"It takes coordination and, well, commitment to make it work. She sucked off two of us while the other two did her from the front and back. Brent..." I hesitated, not wanting to marvel at the size of another man's dick but then, what the hell. Not like I was in danger of being replaced. 

"He is huge and Mom, she took him in the ass. The only one so far to do that. Everyone else likes to feel his big cock rammed into their cunt while one of the other guys fucks them in the ass, but not Mom." I stopped, wondering what I was saying, why I was speaking. 

Georgia huddled closer, like she was cold but neither of us were yet chilled. Still, I covered us both up. 

After a while Georgia spoke again. "You, you know I went down on Mrs. Rossini, right? When you had her tied up in the living room?"

"Yeah, I remember."

"Well, Sonny, would you be upset if I invited her over again. I, she, I want to see you fuck her. I want to taste her after you fuck her again. I want her to watch you fuck me."

"You're my sister. I am not sure that is such a good idea." 

"Then, ask Brent back. He did Mom several times. He can do me. You can do his Mom. Not a perfect trade but...he might like doing me, don't you think?" 

She seemed so fragile at that moment, with that question. Suddenly I had an idea that I knew what she was getting at. Again, I wished I could remember precisely what I had told her and my other sisters. What did they know. Had I mentioned that Natasha was doing her son too? 

"I think Brent would be thrilled to fuck you, sis." I said. I'd never called any of my blisters "Sis" before. This felt weird but good weird. "You, you want to have a little orgy with Mrs. Rossini and Brent?" 

"He's big, right?" 

I nodded. 

"I want, I want to feel a big cock. Just once. I'll do whatever you want but, if you will let me, I want to be double-teamed. I, I've thought about it a lot."

I tried to remember if I had been in her ass. I couldn't. I decided to ask. "Have you had a man in your ass?" 

"What?"

"You want to be double-teamed. It is good to have had someone in your ass first, just so you know what it is like." 

"Uh, okay." She mumbled. 

Still I felt that there was something missing. I knew the obvious thing. Get her a ticket on the airtight express but I had real worries about how that would work, with my buddies. When it was just the MILFs, we all had something in the kitty. But now, with my sisters...I guess Sammy contributed his aunt to all of us and Landon his girl friend, Chris was going to give us his aunts eventually...I hoped. Brent was the only one who had not expanded our circle. I felt an inspiration coming on. I knew Mrs. Rossini had a sister...the thought stirred my cock again. 

Georgia's hand found my cock and with a little delicate massage brought it back to life. She sat up and mounted me, sitting down heavily as my cock slide up into her. We were both still coated from our last bout. She rode me then, a gentle, rolling motion and seemed to massage her deeply. 

After a few minutes, her hips began to jerk and she screamed, a full-voice scream. Her body twitched and thrashed but she kept the rhythm, riding my cock. Her breasts were ghostly motion in the darkness, occasionally swinging along the plain of my chest when she arched her body over me. Her hands were planted on my chest. After a few minutes, she convulsed and her hand scratched my chest. 

She fell forward over me, smothering me with her breasts but then with barely a pause, got upright again and continued to ride me. After several cycles of this, the climaxes got closer together and more and more violent till finally she bucked and screamed and thrashed till she flopped nearly lifeless onto the bed beside me. 

Unwilling to be left behind, I rolled her onto her back and mounted her. I rode her towards my distant orgasm. Georgia lay supine under me, panting and twitching, inattentive to my efforts to attain my own climax. Finally, tiring, I slowed and lay on her, panting. She patted my shoulder and ran a hand down to my ass and back again. Her body throbbed beneath me. 

I put my mouth close to her ear. "Georgia, what if I got my friends to fuck you? Like we did Mom? We could all fuck you sloppy, a right proper orgy." 

"Oh Sonny..." She squeaked. 

I stayed silent, willing her to finish the thought definitively. 

"Oh Sonny, do you think they would? I, since you told us about Mom, I have had dreams of being fucked five or six times in a row. Taking a new cock over and over again. I, I don't know how I would react but I want to find out!" Her hips rolled underneath me and her pussy clamped down on my cock. 

"And just how much do you like pussy?" I asked. 

Nova when still. 

"Georgia?" I asked, mindful of how Dalia viewed her proclivities. Dalia was not always right but she got a lot of things right other people were utterly mistaken about. 

"Yes, Sonny. I...I like tasting another woman. I, part of my fantasy is tasting another woman on the cock before it fucks me. I, I have no idea how to have an orgy or if I could be the star of an orgy but, if you think it is possible...?" She tailed off.  

"I think, let me think about it. Let me see what I can do." 

"Oh Sonny, fuck me!" Georgia cried, pulling my ass tighter between her legs. 

Something about her excitement set me off. My orgasm came at me like a desert storm. I resumed riding her hard and each time I ground into her, Georgia's body reacted, surging under me till she was screaming constantly with orgasm. 

I began to come and she joined me, thrashing and bucking beneath me, a cataclysm that passed quickly. We lay together, panting and gasping for several minutes before we got up, padded out of her room and took a quick, efficient shower. It was nearing three o'clock and she had to travel the next day. We lay down in her narrow bed and slept together. She rose up when Dalia interrupted our slumber and was gone before I roused to the empty house.

I woke with the tantalizing feel of her coating my body like a sheen of sweat, tingling and fine. I went back to sleep.



Extending the MILF List Ch. 06



The Sister, the Schizo, the Aunt and the Savant

Morning arrived for me as a ghost. The dour days were gone and the year dawned with bright sunlight that hurt my eyes. I closed my eyes, feeling the moment. My stomach growled. Happy fucking New Year. That sounds more surly than I mean it. 

I felt pretty good. I confess I had a niggling reservation about my conviction that being passive with D. Debra Hamilton would result in getting my wick wet. I was playing a waiting game and if last night was any indication, I was behind on the scoreboard. 

My general count, however, was pretty good. Oh, counting is déclassé. Numbers count. I was getting plenty of high quality pussy. I guess that was why I could be patient with D. Debra Hamilton. I certainly was not letting her behavior bother me. It was a game, she was winning but it was a long way from over. I play the long game, its good to be long. 

I woke and lay thinking these things. I rolled out of bed and trickled downstairs. I had a banana. I padded around, looking for Tawney or my other two sisters. I found the house completely empty but for me. I remembered finally that Dalia and Georgia had left early. I was muzzy. I felt light-headed. Something about last night energized me, my body I mean. My mind reeled from seeing D. Debra Hamilton eating my sister. 

It felt wrong but I was still in that vast no-man's land where anything D. Debra Hamilton did seemed fine to me. I mean, I knew better but I wanted it to be fine, wanted her to do all the things that made me happy or made me feel wonderful and I still thought that if I did the same thing for her, she would return the favor. When you find someone like that, keep her but know that most people, male and female do not behave that way. 

This was the lesson D. Debra Hamilton was teaching me and the one I was learning. I did not know that at the time though it has become perfectly clear since. I was evolving and D. Debra was helping me. You rarely understand life's lessons till after the fact; you get the test and the understanding follows...if you survive. I still thought that we were fated to be together, despite my deviation from the normal romance, with Mrs. Bickerstaff, Ellen Collier, and my two sisters. 

Okay, there is nothing normal about that sort of romance. That is my super power, maybe, forgetfulness, like a good pitcher or quarterback or goalie. I could bring all my energy to the woman within arm's length regardless of what was going on in the rest of my life. 

I heard my phone ringing. It was upstairs on my dresser. I bounded up to get it and caught it ringing. D. Debra was calling. Speak of the devil and the devil appears...or think, or dream. It all works. 

"I fucked your friend. Chris? Was that his name? Where did you go? He finished quick and I went downstairs to find you, his cum running down my leg..." she giggled. "I wanted you to see my racing stripes." She giggled again. She seemed perfectly at ease. "Where did you go?" 

"Home." I said, feeling slightly guilty at the half truth, but then I was never going to tell D. Debra I was doing my sisters...was I? The thought made my teeth hurt. 

"Why? I wanted to dance with you, the first in the new year." She hissed a little. "No matter. Listen, Sonny, I think I have an idea. It would be fun. I realized last night that there is something missing in our relationship." 

She stopped and I waited, once more brainwashed of any thoughts of my own. All my mind contained was the image of her naked, broad ass, her hour-glass back, and my sister's legs dangling off the bed on each side of her. After a prolonged silence I managed, "Oh?"

"Dick. Sonny, I miss Richard. I miss riding a cock while I am coming. I miss the feeling of a man's cum squishing around inside me and then bubbling out when I walk, oozing out and running into my hose and making it cold. I miss that fresh fucked feeling." 

My heart flip-flopped. This was the moment I had counted on, that I had waited for. My chest felt like it was going to burst I was so proud of myself. I knew it! I knew she would come around and want to ride the Roger with me. 

"I think I should fuck all of your friends." 

Her words stabbed me in the ear and ran all the way through my head. My chest did burst and then collapsed. I couldn't breathe. The disappointment nearly overwhelmed me. I was a putz but worse, I knew I was a putz and the worst of it all, I was only a putz around D. Debra. She had ensorcelled me, I was bewitched, enchanted, hexed, caught in a pussy web I could not escape. 

I give myself credit. I was suddenly calm, deflated, embarrassed at being so ebullient and then immediately so wrong so quickly. I gave myself a pass. My thought in that moment was this: What can I expect when I am in love? 

D. Debra was speaking. My ears put a hold on it till my mind was ready to process what she was saying and then let me catch up. 

"Thursday, four o'clock. Thurston's. You know Thruston's? Very high class, so you probably don't. I only go in there when I need the perfect dress for a special occasion. I have a fantasy about fucking a guy I don't know in there, in the dressing room. They are really very nice places. I go there and just sit sometimes. I smoked a jay in there one time, just to be...well, that doesn't matter. Meet me at four o'clock on Thursday. Bring one of your friends and I will fuck him. Not Chris. He doesn't count as strange dick any more." She stopped talking and just like that my phone gleeped. 

I looked at it. It was Landon. Fuck me. What timing? Like the fucker was volunteering to fuck my...the thought stuck in my brain. I had fucked his girl, hadn't I? Almost behind his back? Was it karma that my girl wanted to fuck him? My mind seized on the phrase "my girl". If I was not fucking her and she was fucking my friends, is she still "my girl"? My next thought was that I was not exactly keeping the trouser monster in the zipper pen so what was I to her? There was the question. What he to Hecate or Hecate to him? 

My phone gave up or Landon did. 

"Sonny? Sonny? Are you there?" 

Deedee's voice sounded a little worried, plaintive. I liked that. It suggested she was testing me and was at least a tiny bit unsure of herself, of her suggestion. 

"Four o'clock. Did you get that? Thursday. See you then." 

"I got it but..." She was gone. I took my phone away from my ear and stared at it. I wanted to object but could not think of a way to do so without letting her slip free the bonds and leave me. I didn't want that but I no longer felt trapped by her spell. 

Suddenly, I liked the idea of handing her over to my friends. If she wanted to fuck but didn't want to fuck me, it made a sort of twisted sense to provide her the dick she was denying herself, even if it wasn't mine. I'd have some investment in the exchange. I felt twisted, then, utterly alien to my own sense of my own identity. What a strange world I lived in. I resolved to give her to my friends as a fair exchange but for what? I puzzled over that for a while before I realized I was standing in the living room staring at nothing. 

I went up and washed Georgia off me. By the time I was dried off and had changed the sheets on my bed, the rack monster ambushed me and I crawled between clean sheets and fell into the dark crevasse, or maybe I was pushed. The last few days caught up with me. 

I woke but my eyes remained closed. My cock was hard. I lay on my back. The thrill of an erection fluttered into wistfulness, wishing I could remember the dream that so inspired such healthy wood I must have been good! I have to admit I was beginning to think my cock was superhuman, plumbing the depths of human endurance as I was. Something had awakened me but I kept my eyes closed, thinking I had neglected to call Landon back. The thought fled me in the next moments. 

I felt a breeze and then a fingers lifted my lolling cock, straightening it. Lips kissed the head. A wet, live tongue wrapped around the helmet, swabbing my clean cock. The lips clasped the end and she kissed it, sucking gently on the bullet end before sucking it deep into furnace of her mouth. 

I shuddered with the pleasure. I knew it was female because I felt breasts on my knees. 

I opened my eyes. The head bobbed under the sheet. The dark green sheet left no hint of who was sucking my cock. I admit I cannot tell one blow job from the other, though I have not had much opportunity to do a robust comparison. I take them when they are offered and with thanks, appreciation and sincere delight. The gift horse and her mouth and all. 

Her head emerged from under the sheet. Tawny lifted the sheet, crawled over me and knelt athwart me while she felt between her legs for my cock. With me carefully in hand, she connected it to her pussy and slowly sank down onto me. She sighed softly. Once mounted, she began to rock, shifting her hips back and forth. 

Her head was turned to the side, the sweep of her auburn hair half-covered her face, one eye fluttered as she ground her body down onto me. She jerked back to front when my hands found her hips. I began to help, arching under her, ramming up as she ground down. 

"Good morning." My sister whispered. 

"What are you doing here?" I asked. 

"I live here," she groaned and bent forward, placing her hands on my chest, her hips rocking with greater urgency. For a while she fucked me, her moaning reticent, wordless, eyes fluttering with the pleasure our connection sparked in her and passed to me through the conduit of my cock. Up my spine, to my sizzling brain, captivated by her feeling, the heedless need. She wore a long sleeved white sweater with a green skirt, plaid, like she had mugged a Scotsman and taken his kilt. Knee socks covered her lower legs where they clasped me along the side of my hips. The inner flesh of her thighs burned me as she rode me. 

"What are you doing here?" I asked again, panting now, because I was arching my back to thrust up into her. 

Her eyes flickered open and she gazed down on me. The sweetness usually lolling there was replaced by a rapacious pleasure. "Fucking my brother." She whispered. "Oh god, Sonny, you feel so good inside me like this." 

She leaned over me lowering her face in a smooth descent like cold honey pouring out of a Mason jar. Her lips touched mine and her body became still. She kissed me like it was a virgin's first taste, the flashing sensations of her enveloping body roared through me, her legs clinched me between them, holding me while she kissed me. Her mouth opened and her breath blew over my face. Her breasts brushed me with the white sweater, tickling me with a new, rougher sensation. I pulled the sweater out of the waist of her skirt and snaked my hands underneath then up her sides to find her breasts. She sighed as I clasped them over the bra. She sat up, looking down her body at the knobby shape of my hands on her tits. 

She gigged half-heartedly, like she was embarrassed. "Fucking my bother! God, how did we end up like this?" She closed her eyes and dropped her head back, exposing her neck to me like a lioness conceding herself to the the king of the jungle. Her pussy clinched down on my cock and I twitched up under her. My sister groaned and then returned to her ride, rocking her hips to create the fire in her body, lighting her fire with my erect match. 

She stopped again.

I almost protested but then she began to squeeze my cock with her pussy, clamping down and relaxing. Her face took on a look of concentration. 

"Oh Christ!" I finally groaned as her pussy rippled lasciviously up and down my cock. 

Her eyes opened and she grinned down at me. "Feels good?"

"God, yes. Don't stop this time."

She stopped. Fucking bitch. What do you expect from an older sister; they just don't like even the slightest hint of being bossed around. 

"I talked to Mom this morning. She, uh, she says happy New Year." Suddenly she began to hammer herself onto my cock, sprinting into a full drive towards an orgasm that appeared out of nothing. After a dozen hammering pumps of my cock into her, she tensed, she squealed, she jerked, she clinched her eyes closed and stopped breathing, just for a heartbeat. Then her body bucked and she wilted. 

My cock did not wilt. When I arched under her, she gasped and lay down on me, kissing the side of my face and neck, nibbling at my ears and panting, her hot breath scorching my skin. 

I moved my hands to her ass, clasping her tightly as the orgasm rippled through her body. 

"Oh god, again? I, I must have come two dozen times since you left last night." Tawny struggled to her elbows, her face close to my face. "Your girl Debra does like eating pussy overflowing with cum. She sucked Chris hard and fucked him and then sent him to me, at least a couple times. Then she ate me and ate me and ate me. God, oh God, Sonny, I think I might like having my pussy eaten, at least by her. I came and came and came. It was so luscious, having his cock in me and then her mouth, God, I am drunk with just the memory of it." She lifted her head from beside mine and kissed me again, hard on the mouth. Her lips were alive, pulsing against mine while her hot breath burned me. 

Her monologue resumed. "I think Deedee fucked up your buddy. He, he was terribly upset about fucking her, particularly after I told him you haven't fucked her yet. He, he thinks you'll be furious with him."

I snorted. "I fucked his mom and both of his aunts and he is worried about one teasing blond?"

Tawny smacked me on the shoulder. My hard cock thrust deep in her reacted and she squeaked. "Don't put it that way. He, it is sweet that he is upset. Hey, wait, you fucked his aunts? You didn't mention that!" She glared at me and I glared right back. She was sitting on my cock, how upset could I get? "He is trying to figure out how to tell me that he is boning his mother. God, I got so turned on thinking about him and his mom." Tawny left the sentence dangling. 

I thought she was going to ask and almost prompted her to do so, eager to arrange that for her. Her mind had skittered in another but similar direction.

"I spoke to Georgia, I mean, Dalia really." She lifted up, to sit down firmly onto my cock again, wiggling her ass to touch as many nooks of her cranny as possible. "That is why I am here. They, uh, uh, uh, they called from the airport. Their flight was delayed. They, she, they, she..."

"Which is it?" I asked but Tawny had found some part of her pussy that reacted to cock and seemed determined to grind that little bit of lovely real estate onto the end of my cock till she came again. 

"They, they said I could fuck you while they were gone if, if if...oh god!" 

She came without me again. Her hips rolled over me, like a boat on high seas, riding the waves, cresting and crashing down, impaling herself hard onto my cock before grinding us together. Over and over again, her face twisted and her shoulders hunched while her body jerked and bucked. This was no way to have a conversation but she had permission to fuck me and she seemed determined to make the best of it. 

She orgasmed again. And again. And again. Riding me while using me like a dildo, grunting as the pleasure fountained in her, a parody of my little, frustrated fountain consumed by the maw of her body, insatiable and silken. Finally she halted all motion. I thrust up once but her hands turned to claws on my chest.

"Don't, oh god, don't. I think I'll lose my mind if I come again." She twisted and moved off of me. 

I felt distinctly neglected. 

"I, I thought, I thought I could do it like that but, but, god I am crazy with lust. The more sex I get, the more I want it. If Dalia hadn't called, I'd be fucking Chris, trying to figure out some way to get him to get his mother to join us! After Debra introduced me to, to, to that, I seem to be fixated on Mrs. Wills and her sweet mouth." Tawny grunted out a guttural laugh. "Her sweet mouth? See what you have done to me?" 

"Me?" I asked, feeling distinctly under appreciated and unjustly used. 

She had rolled onto her back beside me, twisting the covers around her and off of me. The house was cold and I wanted a little cover back again. My cock glistened with her coating in the chill but refused to retreat. I got to my knees beside my sister's legs. She looked up at me through half-close eyes, knees splitting wide to accommodate me. I moved between her open legs once more. Her arms stretched over her head as I entered her again.

"Oh god, Sonny, fuck me." 

I sank into her bubbling pussy. "Tell me what you have to say." I said, halting my descent into mindless pleasure at half way, half descended but enveloped by full pleasure. 

Tawny arched under me, taking the rest of my cock into her body. With her hands over her head, she held the pose for only a few moments before plopping back to the bed. "Nova, she wants what Mom got. She, she wanted me to ask you, to, you know, arrange for your friends to do her." Tawny turned her head to the side as I pumped up and down between her legs. She lay still, accepting my cock into her body, letting me search for my own little climax. 

I felt there was more to be said. Not by me, by my sister, so I waited, that is, I didn't say anything. My cock continued to rub a dub dub in her tri-fabulous tub. 

After a few deep, slow strokes, Tawny looked back up at me, turning her head to fix her eyes on me. "Dalia, Dalia said, she said she wanted it too. All of them, at once, one after the other like Mom did." My sister hunched her hips up under me, enveloping my down-stroke with her liquid pussy. "Oh god, Sonny, fuck me hard." Her voice seemed to drift about us, soft and demanding at once. 

I hammered her hard, finally grasping her ass and ramming my cock into her with short, trenchant strokes. I was panting and groaning when finally my orgasm overflowed, flooding down into my beautiful sister. A wave of intense emotion rifled through me and I think into her. I think she felt it too because when I lifted up to kiss her, she lifted her head to seal her lips to mine and we kissed intensely while I filled her with my cum, hunching between her legs while her body seethed around me. 

When the jagged climax had run its course, I collapsed onto her. She held me off her chest with her hands, pushing up at my shoulders so she could breath. I lay as dead on her, between her splayed legs. 

"Sonny, Sonny? Heavy." She grunted. 

I got my elbows under me, releasing her tight little ass. I rocked to the side and she lifted that knee up beside me. My cock slipped out of her well-oiled pussy. 

"I want it too. We, we all do. That, that was what Dalia called to ask, if, if I thought it would be okay. You know, to fuck your friends." 

"I am sure they would be happy to fuck you." I grunted. My mind was not working because it was only later that the complications of this concept suggested themselves. I was merely thinking of Tawny's pussy while a cock was working its way into her ass. She'd go fucking ape shit. 

"You, you don't mind? I mean, you don't think its a bad idea?" 

"Of course its terrible idea but so is fucking me. I'd say you were quite a ways out of bounds already. Fucking my friends will hardly make matters worse." I moved over her boundary leg and lay beside her, now hopelessly tangled in the sheets. Tawny lay beside me still fully dressed except for the absence of panties, but thoroughly and delightfully mussed. 

"That's what Mom said. More or less." 

I tried to sit up but could not, I could only speak my shock. "You told Mom you fucked me?" 

"Well, not exactly. I told her Nova wanted to fuck your friends. All she said was she thought she'd have fun. Georgia, I mean. Mom said, she said she'd probably enjoy being airtight. That was how she said it, Georgia would enjoy being airtight. Then she asked what I thought about it. I'd asked her first but I told her anyway. I said I wanted it if Nova got it. I wanted it too. Mom just laughed and then she had to go."




Extending the MILF List Ch. 06



I struggled again and this time sat up and looked down on my sister, her tits standing tall in the plush white sweater. "You told mom about us? That we were all..." I could not finish. 

Tawny looked up at me and her face changed to reflect the growing knowledge that maybe she had made a mistake. She nodded. "I figured, since you and she, that you, I, she didn't seem to care and you said you thought her reason for leaving was to leave us the room to..." She stumbled to a stop. She shook herself and looked me precisely in the eye. "Yes, yes I told her. I asked what she thought about you handing your sisters over to your friends and all she said was that you and your friends treated her and the other MILF's quite well. She said she had no regrets." Tawny stopped there and stared up at me, that little edge of defiance in her look she gets when she is daring someone to argue with her. She can be as stubborn as Georgia, she just doesn't get accused of it as much.

I shrugged. I confess I had visions of doing a sister and a mother together and I liked it. Okay, again. I reviewed doing Georgia and Mom and thought that adding Dalia and Tawny to the mix would make...a...a better mix? Tawny struggled with the sheets and finally untangled herself. 

"I am exhausted. Horny but exhausted. I am going to shower and flush out my pussy since D. Debra is not here to do it for me...could you call her and ask her to come eat me again? I am finding that I rather like the feeling of a woman sucking on my vagina after a good fucking." She made a face and flounced out of my room, pulling off the sweater as she did so, showing me her bra-strapped back. 

I lay there for a moment but my phone rang. I picked it up and saw that it was Mrs. Rossini calling. 

"Hello?" I said softly. I don't now why I was whispering but I did. 

"Sonny?" 

"Tasha." I responded. 

Silence. 

"Hello? Tasha?" 

"Sonny, listen I think, I think I may have a problem. Sonny, I think my sister is having sex with Brent." 

I could not help myself. I just couldn't miss the opportunity to tweak her nose. "Jealous?" I asked. 

I did not expect the long and humid silence. When Mrs. Rossini spoke, I realized she had taken time to regain her composure but from what, I could not tell. I could only guess and all my guesses were lascivious. She ignored my question like I had just said it in my own mind. Perhaps I did. 

"I don't know for certain, Sonny, but I, I think they might be having sex. She, Norma, you remember Norma, my sister, right?" 

I nodded. Everybody remembers Aunt Norma. The last time I saw her several years ago she was lithe, with honey brown hair but breasts that easily rivaled that of her sister, making them appear much larger since she is a smaller woman than Natasha. She flirted with Brent's friends, me too since I am one of his friends and several times invaded the basement to play poker with us and even share a beer or two, even when we were far too young to be drinking beer. She favored tight sweaters that made her breasts look like storefront signage, advertising something clear and unmistakable. Jesus, she made window shopping seem sexy. When she shot pool, though, she tended to wear loose blouses that draped open as she bent over the pool table making us all pool-rude, standing across the table from her as she lined up a shot so we could stare at the cleavage she dangled before us. Oh yes, I remembered Aunt Norma. 

"How does that mean that you made a mistake?" I felt Natasha's hesitation. She overcame it with explanation but it lurked like a stalker, so I waited through her matter-of-fact explanation.

"She has been having trouble, you know she married, right? He was...I don't mean to disparage the guy but he was not that bright and Norma was never dumb. She looked dumb and guys always wanted her to be dumb but she never cottoned to that sort of thing. If a guy couldn't handle a smart woman, she handled him. She found that she could fuck and leave a guy just like they could a woman. She always argued that all is fair in sex, love and war. Anyway, she finally left the guy and came here, right before Christmas. She was a mess for a few days and I, well, I guess I seemed happier than usual and when she noticed, just to distract her I had to tell her something, didn't I?"

Even I knew that was not a real question and waited for the rest. 

"I told her about, well, about you and I. Not, I, well I told her that you and I were having an affair. I said you told me you loved MILFs and that you had several you were keeping happy."

I waited, all true so far. "So, what's the problem?" I asked, but then as the words sprang into life, I felt how stupid they were. 

"I, well I had kept it up with Brent. You know, when she went to sleep, I'd slip into his room for a little romp and then go to bed. I made sure she had a bourbon or two before so she didn't pay any attention. But then, then she noticed that 'glow' she said, that I was glowing like I was getting laid, even with hubby off at the coast doing his girlfriend or girlfriends. I, I could not tell her I was having sex with my own son...?" 

I heard the question so I leapt screaming into the fire. "Why not? Maybe she'd join you? Brent would love to do both of you, I expect." I heard Mrs. Rossini gasp. I waited for her denial but nothing came. No protest, no umbrage, no objection. Silence. 

Holy shit! I thought. Aunt fucking Norma!

After a while, with Natasha panting into the phone, I wondered what was happening on that end. "Oh god, Sonny, oh god. I, I told her I was having an affair with you." She said it like a confession, apparently forgetting she'd blurted it out at the beginning. "She, when I told her, Norma wanted all the details and, and I had to make up some things. I, I used fantasies and they were pretty good. I, told her about your love of my ass and that sort of thing. She, I think it made her horny. I know it did me. God, after she went to bed Christmas eve I went in and fucked Brent twice. I wanted to curl up and wake up every hour and fuck him again. I didn't. I didn't though I wanted to."

She stopped and I waited. I fiddled with my hard cock. I was imagining Aunt Norma naked, sucking on my cock or Tasha naked and sucking on my cock while her sister watched. 

"I want you to come over and, so, come over and have me so she can catch us." Natasha's voice had gotten really small. "I mean, she should catch us in bed and then, maybe, maybe you can get her to join us." 

"Oh, Mrs. Rossini, that is mighty generous of you but I don't think that is right. Me doing two women at the same time? Two sisters? Two beautiful sisters who love to fuck and have great tits and full asses and did I mention they love to fuck? I really shouldn't."

Silence. "Fuck you, Sonny. I mean it. This is difficult for me."

"For you? What? Offering up your sister to me? Why is that so different after what you did with me and Brent and the guys?" 

More silence. "I, you are going to make me say it?" 

Oh, now the light goes on. Mrs. Rossini thought I had just been fucking with her. She apparently missed my sarcasm but now I realize she was far ahead of me and I felt embarrassed for being slow on the uptick. Then, thank god, I hesitated and considered that maybe I was wrong and this sort of thing should not be taken for granted. Rather than going the full monty, I went shallow, just to see if she'd follow me into the deep end, if it was deep. 

"Oh, you mean you want to watch me have sex with your sister? Why is that such a big deal?" I shivered, hoping I was wrong, that I wasn't in a wading pool. Mrs. Rossini spoke and the bottom dropped out from under my feet.

"No, Sonny." She sounded exasperated. "I want to have sex with my sister. I want to taste her before and after you fuck her. I want it all. Then I want to feel you inside of her, while I kiss her and then kiss her while you are inside of me. I want to suck on her breasts and then taste her to see if I can make her come. I want to see if she will taste me. She, she always brags of being sexually adventurous and mocks me for always taking every dick on my back. I want her to see that I am plenty adventurous." Mrs. Rossini panted to a stop. She breathed heavily into the phone and I felt like I was getting an obscene phone call. I was. 

"Oh." I said, sheepish in tone and feeling. 

"Oh? Oh? Is that all you have to say?" 

I scrambled for new words. "Okay. Fine. What do you want me to do?"

"I want you to arrange it?" 

"Wait a tick. You, you said you thought she was doing Brent? How would that work? Me, getting into the middle of it?" Again I proved slow, understanding her intent after I had asked the question.

She explained for me, validating my suspicions. "I want to keep her away from Brent, Sonny. Surely you understand that. If you fuck her and me, perhaps she will leave Brent alone." 

I did understand, I just didn't want to. 

"I am in love with my son, Sonny and that is your doing. If my sister starts in with him and he..." 

I heard her choking back a sob. "Natasha Rossini, stop it. What the hell are you thinking? That you and Brent are going to be boyfriend and girlfriend and go down to the soda shop for a malted milk? You're his mother! You are fucking your son! Do you really think that Brent is never going to look at another woman?" 

This silence was really silent, painful and tense, like she was holding her breath. I was definitely holding mine. 

"Oh Sonny, what am I going to do?" 

"Hang up. Forget we had this conversation." 

"I want you to, to, to do to her what you boys did to me. I want you to give that to her. The bitch will enjoy it but, but then she won't try to take Brent away from me!" 

I groaned. This was getting out of hand. "Natasha, darling, let me think about it." 

"But she is going over to Landon's with Brent, to watch football." Tasha was whining now, almost weeping. "I am not invited. Norma invited herself. What if they have sex?" 

Okay, I had no answer to that except my own woody and its implied jealousy. Once again I was thankful that my phone was not a full video phone. "You already told her we were having an affair?" 

"Yes?" Weepy voice.

"And what did she say to that?"

"At first, she didn't believe me. But then she asked for all those details. Like she wanted to know everything and I told her as much as I could. I, she asked about the other MILFs, you know, I mentioned I was just one of your women, like you were a real Lothario. She seemed fascinated that I would continue an affair with a man whom I knew to be having sex with someone else, I mean another woman. She pressed for details. I told her about, about Mrs. Wills, not by name! But you know, how she is for you? How she likes to serve, you know on her knees all the time, and likes to be used. Brent tells me things, when he, while we...I told Norma about it, the details, about Laura. More than I should have because I think she thinks that since I am getting mine, I may not notice if she goes after Brent."

A reasonable idea, I thought but I could not say that to her. "Maybe she is after Landon?" After I said that I realized though it might comfort Mrs. Rossini, it posed some distinct difficulties for us guys. What if she was after one of the other guys? Given the current configuration of pussy and prick, another Aunt in the mix would confuse things more. I felt the familiar vertigo of being out of control of the situation and renamed it the thrill of the challenge to get my feet back under me. 

"You think? Is that possible?" 

"I do. If, if she knows you are doing me, she might be inclined to take a ride on The Pole and Young railroad for herself. Maybe she is not as perverted as you and would never think of doing her nephew." I held my breath, uncertain if I had made things worse or not.

"That makes a sort of sense. I, I feel better. I am glad I called you but I, I do think you should come and, you know, have sex with me so she knows that part of my story is true." 

"You are such a charmer. What a romantic proposition. Of course, Mrs. Rossini, I would be pleased to come over and fuck you." 

"Not now." She missed my sarcasm. I nearly missed it, well, my dick missed it entirely. Visions of Mrs. Rossini's tits danced in my head. I heard her raspy, throaty voice gasping for me to fuck her and I swear I tasted the tang of her pussy on my lips. 

"I know. Shit, I have another call. I'll, I'll come over sometime and surprise you." 

"Bye, but Sonny, don't take this wrong but you won't replace Brent. He is my son and it is something special between us, having him between my legs, ramming me full of his cock. God I love..." 

"I get the picture, Natasha." Her tone worried me. I switched to the other line but I was too late. The 'missed call' notice appeared. Landon had called again. I checked back and found Natasha was gone so I automatically redialed Landon. 

He answered the first ring. 

"Sonny, my man!" He sounded like Sammy, full of bonhomie and ebullience...there's that word again. Landon was never ebullient. I was immediately suspicious. "Football, my place. Right now. Come on over! I have eats and beer. I meant to arrange this earlier and...I got distracted. Can you come over? Now, I mean." 

Something was wrong, seriously wrong. I could hear it in his voice. Landon may work the angles but he rarely if ever just lied to anyone. He stuck to the truth but used it in surprising ways, often thinking past the immediate present to consequences and using them now to get what he wanted before they even appeared. That was why, in most things, we ended up following his lead. In that moment, I had a tiny epiphany. When it came to pussy, Landon was pedestrian. I outshone him. 

I was so proud but then I thought of Thursday, four o'clock and I was less proud. More sheepish, because I was tasting the question of Landon, if he would like to fuck D. Debra Hamilton. He spoke first, delaying my question.

"Sonny? You there?" 

I was not getting ahead of my conversations this morning. I responded and agreed to go over. I ran through a shower, my mind a smear of disconnected thoughts. My train of thought had turned into a train wreck. I just let it flow and concentrated on getting my pants on right side to, and getting the right foot in the right shoe, the left in the one that was left. I peeked in on Tawny before I left. She was dead to the world, her tits balanced at the edge of the blanket while she slept. I resisted the temptation they offered and left. 

I pulled up to the Clark house. It was more a mansion than any of the rest of us lived in; nice but not big enough for a butler. I did not even knock. Sammy's car was parked in front of the four car garage. At the door, I realized I was thinking he had picked up Chris and I confronted the fact that Chris had likely fucked my sister last night. The fact that I fucked her first clouded my mind, more, so I was standing there with my hand on the door handle when the door opened in front of me. 

Landon stood there. He looked frazzled. I saw it immediately. He was hyper, like he was on something. 

"Dude, Sonny, come in, come in. Don't stand out there in the cold!" He pulled me inside and slammed the door. 

I could hear the game, fans screaming in the living room. 

"My dad is in Europe." Landon said. 

I wondered why but was so utterly discombobulated that I could not form the words to ask why he had said so. 

"Come on. We are starting the new year with Vodka shooters and beer chasers. We were waiting for you."

He stood looking at me, like his operating system was lagging. I, on the other hand heard Brent's voice and my mind shifted to Aunt Norma and her presence in the next room. My cock stirred as visions of her tits danced past me, like mountains seen in the distance from a moving train. Landon twitched and was back. 

"Come on in." He said loudly. 

I followed him into the house and saw for the first time in a long time the table where I first fucked Kyla Clark. My cock got hard, the nostalgic prick. It is embarrassing to walk into a room full of guys and have your cock smarten up. I blamed it all on Aunt Norma who curiously was not there. 

Chris wasn't there. 

"Where's Chris." I asked. I think I asked darkly because everyone looked at me and stopped talking. I say everyone, Sammy and Brent looked at me and stopped talking. Landon just shrugged.

"I have the vodka in the freezer. I'll get it."

"Where's Chris?" I asked again. 

Landon stopped and went still. Jesus, there was something wrong with this guy. He got completely still, like Brad Pitt in Thirteen Monkeys. He was hyper then still, then hyper again.

"Don't know. Called him. Left a message. Twice. No. Thrice. Three times. Called him twice, no, three time. No answer. Left a message finally. He'll call back. I'll go get the vodka. We can start without him. Dad gave me a bottle of Russian vodka, not imported, from Russia. Cyrillic and everything. I have to get it. We can start without him." 

Landon went to the kitchen, opened the fridge then slammed it shut. He looked at me grinning. "It's in the basement. Back in a sec." He went to the basement door and jiggled the handle, got it open and disappeared. 

I looked at Brent and Sammy. "Fuck me, what is wrong with this picture."

"I know." Brent agreed. "Do you think he is on something?" 

I looked at him. "Where's your Aunt?" I asked, hesitating to elaborate in case Natasha was right about them.

"She...Mom called you? She went shopping or something with Mom. Maybe breakfast. I left after they did so, so..." 

I waved him off. No need to complicate matters. I breathed a little sigh and looked at Sammy. 

Sammy was not smiling. He looked worried, eyes on Brent. "He is lying about something. He is not the actor that Chris is. He is lying through his fucking teeth about something. Not the kind of digital lie that is easy to catch. Nope, this is a lie of content that is revealed in style."

I stared at Sammy. Shit. He was different too. He was not smiling. He looked tense. Why should he look tense? He had gotten his knob shined a couple days earlier. That made no sense. He seemed calm, collected, somber...well, somber for him. Shit, I lit on the difference, Sammy was acting mature! How fucking strange was that! Shit! Next thing you know, I'd would be!

He took a beer off the table and extended it to me. "Sit down. Landon is wound up about something."

I took the beer and sat down. Shit. I wanted to come over here, watch some football and unwind. The last thing I wanted was any more fucking drama. "Where's Chris?" I asked, realizing the question was a lie itself. I knew where he was. He was inside my sister. Well, not this minute, actually but you know what I mean. Where he was, that I didn't know so it was not a total lie. For the first time that day I finally lit on the reality of what happened last night. Not D. Debra, I expected some perversity from her but my sister and Chris...that was new. 

I could not tell whether I should be bothered or not. It made no sense to be bothered. Shit, I had set them up. I had done everything but hold his cock while she sat down on him. What did I have to be bothered by? I think I just thought I should be, so was manufacturing some fake bother, just to fill expectations. I suck at that. I am better at surprising people by giving them what they won't admit they want. 

I sucked on my beer. The game went on. The three of us sat staring at the TV, a bit glum. 

I wondered what was keeping Landon. 

"Sonny." Sammy said, looking over at me. 

I looked at him. 

"Listen. I, I have a problem." 

Jesus was this how the year was going to be? Fucking chaos tangled up with confusion and everyone dumping their fucking problems in my lap? "Oh?" I said noncommittally. 




Extending the MILF List Ch. 06



"I went to a New Year's Eve Party with Ellen last night." 

"Oh?" I wasn't straining my vocabulary for Sammy, fucker always made fun of me if I used big words, claiming I didn't know what they meant. 

"We fucked in the bathroom of her friend's house. I did her against the door. People were waiting and they could hear us. She came, hard. They started discussing what we were doing, finally talking, nearly shouting so we could hear them complaining. Ellen loved it." Sammy grinned and a flash of his old ebullience reasserted itself. "Hell, I liked it. Ellen..." 

"Who's Ellen?" Brent asked. 

Sammy and I ignored him. 

"So? What's the problem?" I asked. 

Sammy set down his beer, studying it like there was an errant bubble in the brown glass that caught his attention. He looked at me. "I lied to Mom about it. I mean, I didn't tell her what I was doing. Where I was going. I mean, I told her I was going out with you guys."

Ah. Now I got it. "And you want to be sure we cover for you?"

Sammy shook his head. 

Confused. Me, I mean.

"Nope. I want you to tell her I'm boning Ellen. I mean, how do you think she is going to feel about that?" 

"Who's Ellen?" Brent asked again. He hated being on the outside of a conversation. 

I didn't blame him much so I looked at him and asked, "Who have you been boning, Brent? Anyone we know?" 

His face turned completely red, like he had been sunburned. It ran up into his hair, down his neck. He was so scarlet I thought something was really wrong. 

He looked away from us then back, bending his head forward like he did when he is being stubborn. He knew he was blushing. "I did my aunt over the holidays." He said. "My mom's sister. She, she broke up with her ex, again, and came to our place for Christmas and she was being such a cunt to Mom..." 

"So you fucked her?" Sammy asked incredulously.

He shook his head. "I, no. Not yet. I wanted to shut the bitch up, though. She made some asshole crack about mom and I told her that she would be lucky to be half the woman Natasha Rossini was. She looked at me like I had slapped her on the ass. She got this look she gets and she asked me how I would know anything about women or in mom's case, half a woman. I told her anytime she wanted me to show her what was what, I'd be happy to give her a chance to prove herself." Brent said. His face fading back to his usual pasty white. "No. I love Aunt Norma. But she was being so nasty to Mom, I wanted her to stop."

"And you stuck your dick in her? That's creative." Sammy sounded more like himself. "Helluva way to make a woman be nice to your mom." 

Brent looked over at him. "She blew me. I, at night. She came into my room and sucked my cock. Then the bitch left. Oh, I shouldn't say that. Aunt Norma, Aunt Norma is, she...she was just so bitchy to mom." He bobbed his head. "She, I'd fuck her though. I would." He said it like was a revelation instead of a fucking cliche, at least in our little incestuous circle. 

An uncomfortable silence followed. 

Finally I looked back at Sammy. "What do you mean, you want me to tell your Mom you're boning Ellen? Why would you want me to do that?" I went back to the original conversation. "Where the hell is Landon. Vodka sounds good about now." 

"It's not noon yet." Brent said, precise as always. 

"Landon would say it is noon some place." Sammy said. We all nodded. 

"So? Sammy?" I pressed. 

He looked at me, the unnatural sobriety returned. "Think about it. Ellen is white, older and she works for Mom. Any of those things alone, maybe no problem but all of them together. Do you think Mom can swallow that?" 

"She seemed fine with you fucking your aunt." Brent interjected, managing to pin the two lines of conversation together with one comment, the fucking narcissist. 

Sammy looked at him. He shrugged. "And she only fucks my best friend." He said, pointedly not looking at me. 

Brent glanced at me and grinned, nodding. 

The front door opened. 

"Honeywell, come get your goddamned car out from in front of my garage!" Kyla Clark's voice rang through the house. 

Sammy flinched and knocked over his beer. Kyla never yelled and hearing her cursing made us all jumpy. She and mom were the nice MILFs. And Laura Wills. And Mrs. Rossini. Ah hell. 

Lots of activity followed. I dashed for a towel. Sammy dashed for the door to move his car. Brent cleared the glass coffee table and tried to keep the spilled beer from running onto the carpet. Landon appeared from the basement, a suspicious bit of timing, I thought. Mopping up the wasted beer, I realized I was thinking clearly again. Not since New Year's Eve had I been clear headed. I should have drank a lot more that night but I had to drive home. No room for me in the inn, that night. 

By the time Brent and I got the beer cleaned up and things back in their place, Landon had shot glasses and a big frosty bottle of vodka, and Sammy returned from moving his car. Landon was pouring shots when we heard the cackling of two women, Kyla Clark and Darlene Emerson. When they appeared, the room when silent. Brent even muted the TV so we could see better. Kyla Clark and Darlene Emerson appeared from the garage. They shed their coats before they spoke. 

"We went shopping, boys. What do you think?" Kyla asked, turning. Darlene turned with her. They emerged from the garage and shed their coats before they spoke. Even the vodka bottle lost some of its chill as the room caught a fever. 

Both women wore white dresses fringed in black trim. The cut of the dresses however, was unusual. Darlene's was cut away in the front, a V with the apex nestled right up to her crotch. Her full thighs ghosted behind the drape of the stiff, white fabric, her knees and calves were clearly visible. Kyla's was the reverse, literally. It was the same style but cut away in the back but with a smooth arch that revealed the full orbs of her ass, showing the shape but not the substance of each, but not hiding the thin line of a thong tucked between her cheeks. Both dresses were skin tight, hugging their respective forms, making their breasts prominent and unmistakable. Each was cut down between each breast, with three or four strands of lacing tying the taut front of the dresses together. 

"These are custom made." Kyla cooed. "How do we look?" 

No one could speak. My cock was hard and I was not looking to see if I had company. They looked like what they were, dressed to fuck. Crass, I know, but there was a strange, sensual elegance about them. Their hair was done, curled and coiffed. Both had on scarlet lipstick and lots of mascara, eye shadow and rouge. I glanced at Landon and he had this weird look on his face, like his pants were too tight or cut wrong so he did not fit in them quite right. 

"Boys, Darlene and I decided that we had had enough of Landon and that to start the new year, we wanted to do something different. We had him invite you over so we could do you all." Kyla grinned like she was announcing a sweepstakes winner. 

My cunt alarm went off. 

"We decided we wanted to watch each other make love to you boys, one at a time. You can watch football and we will ball each of you." Kyla grinned. On her girl-next-door face though, it looked evil, like she was possessed. "We have been after Landon to decide which of us gives head best though and decided you all could help. You know, objective judges? So we thought we'd start with a cock sucking contest." 

She looked around, suddenly. She made a thing out of counting. "Where's Chris? We need an odd number."

I had no idea what odd numbers had to do with anything, but I was having flashbacks to making the MILF list. We were being mothered and I didn't like it, not from one of my MILFs. Only D. Debra got to fuck with me like that. I looked over at Landon and glared at him. The fucker did not notice me in the least. He was staring, fixated on his mother and his girlfriend. He was busily undoing all the work I had done in restraining our MILFs. That was what I saw in him. He was losing control of his home situation, he knew it, and he had no idea how he was going to get it back. Kyla was still talking. I had to focus. 

"We are going upstairs to my bedroom. One of you can come up and pick one of us. We have all day. I am sure you can do us both, so don't be alarmed. We just want to watch each other making love. When we are finished, we'll send the lucky guy down to get the next one. You boys can figure out how to decide who goes when. Again, we'll get to all of you, so no pushing." 

Kyla turned on her heel and she and Darlene trooped upstairs. 

After they vacated the area, we sat staring after them then fixed our eyes on the TV. 

"Fuck me." Sammy muttered, his eyes glassy. 

"A cock sucking contest?" Brent said blankly, like it was a new term. 

I knew he was thinking of his Aunt, I knew because I was thinking of Aunt Norma's lush lips fitted around my cock too. 

"I know." Landon said. "I am sorry guys. Mom has been badgering Darlene and she finally broke and demanded I judge them. Jeez, man, can you imagine that? Do I look that stupid. No matter what I do I might not get anything from either one of them. You know how women are when a guy hurts ones feelings. They're like piranhas. They all band together and rip you apart!"

I nodded. I recognized this danger. I looked at Landon and tried not to glare. "You knew about this!" I said accusingly. "You knew they were going to turn this into a contest and use us like dildos!"

Landon went still then twitched again. "They, they have this fantasy..."

"Women suck at having fantasies." I said. "They always involve turning a man in a play toy."

"You mean they dehumanize us the way we do them?" Sammy asked. 

I did not know he knew that word, dehumanizing. Ellen. I bet she knew it and used it all the time. "Dehumanize me!" I am sure she screamed that while she came all the time. Not. 

I could not leave that. "No. I mean they end up with a collection of balls in jars in some dank, dark basement that they only show off to their friends. Women..." I was thinking hard how to say what I meant without dehumanizing them. Sometimes that is hard when you have limited experience. 

"Women, they like Christmas. You know, surprises. They think they know what they want but what they want is the titillation of getting something they want without asking for it. The smarter, more capable, more intelligent or educated they are, the more difficult it is to find something that delights them that they are unaware of. They, the demanding ones, when they demand and ask and cajole and shop, they make it difficult to surprise them and it is the surprise that makes them wet. It is that thrill of 'the new' that excites them."

"Sort of like a guy who chases lots of women." Brent added, nodding.

"Yeah, this is human really, not gender-based, but the way to satisfy it with men is quick and easy. New pussy does it every time. With women, it is not so simple or so easy. When you let them design the thrill, they end up with your balls..."

"And then they are bored." Landon finished, bleakly. "It was Mom's idea to get you guys over here." 

I think he was seeing his circumstances for what they are. Again, I had a flash of how well I had managed the MILF list to this point, considering everything, all the variables, and uncontrollables. "They want us to control them because they want the delight of being surprised, the thrill of something new that actually fits them, that delights them. They think it is because it shows we care or we are paying attention, but it is simpler than that. They just want to go shopping." 

It is a conundrum between the genders; how do you fulfill a fantasy without becoming a silly caricature of your gender. Should you play the part or be authentic? I always voted for authentic because Chris told me once that when stage actors take their bows, they are all bowing and saying out loud underneath the applause, "Fuck you very much," instead of "thank you, very much." 

If you fool someone, it lets you have contempt for them. Playing into someone else's fantasy, acting to fit their fucked up fantasy creates contempt, likely because you have no chance to actually do better than their imagination. Perhaps that is the origin of the "familiarity breeds contempt" concept. The best situation was to fit what you had to what she wanted, what thrilled her. Water fits better in a glass than ice cubes. A glass holds both but water fills, perhaps fulfills better, more completely 

We were being used. Dildos with ears and I did not like it. I had firm control of Alissa and Laura Wills. Kyla and Natasha, they seemed to have the idea they were still exercising Mom-control extending into our pants now, and that had to stop. Landon felt it but it was like he had jumped out of plane when he started with his Mom and Darlene; he could only ride it, not control it. Fuck me but I'd ride that too if I were in his shoes. Then I smiled. Landon needed my help again. I would help him so he did not know. I took out my phone. 

"We shouldn't start without Chris. I'll call him." 

Landon looked at me. "I called him, several times but he didn't answer."

I nodded. "I know. I heard you the first time. He's been fucking Tawny so I doubt he will answer his phone, I expect he is dead to the world. He'll answer if I call, though." I was casual but I saw the shock on my buddies faces. I dialed the phone, walking out into the kitchen. 

Behind me Landon stood up. "I'll tell them we'll wait for Chris." He said, eager to please them. "Mom and Darlene, I mean." 

The fucker had it bad. He was deep down the rabbit hole, or the cat hole as it were. Shit, you never know who will get pussy intoxication and start acting stupid...! I listened to my phone dialing but my mind was suddenly clicking, running on all cylinders. I felt like I had looked into a mirror and seen myself for the first time in a long time. 

"D. Debra Hamilton." I said softly, realizing Landon and I were different versions of the same disease. Sammy, Chris, even Brent apparently...we all were struggling with our new found access to personal pussy. We seemed to be casually disconnecting our balls and handing them off to our respective pussies. A man never intends to surrender his balls and what is so weird, women who successfully collect balls generally are not on the hunt. Once a huntress gets your balls, after that you can feel one when she crosses the state line. You know she's coming for you and you have the fight-or-flight response, all adrenaline and no contemplation. Of course it is too late by then. No, most women have fantasies that emasculate their man and then they grouse because they have a eunuch kissing their toes and they end up longing for a "real man". Our job is to resist their self-destructive tendencies and stay men. Keep our balls! So I had some work to do.

"Hello, Sonny. I just dropped Tawny off at your house." Chris spoke hurriedly. 

"Ah Chris, so nice of you to answer your fucking phone." I put a little more chagrin into my tone than I wanted. Just? Who was he kidding?

"Sonny, hey man, what was I supposed to do? She, I mean, Miss Hamilton, I mean..." 

"Chris, I fucked your mother. I gave her to you and then took her away and gave her away to someone else. You think you fucking Double D Hamilton exceeds that? Not really. Shit, man, I'd have fucked her too, in your place. I just hope for your sake Tawny understands."

Pause.

Pause.

Pause.

"She, uh, she was embarrassed she liked it so much. I don't think Tawny likes the idea that a woman can eat her to orgasm like that. She made me fuck her..." Chris' voice trailed off. "She wanted dick so badly after she came a few times with Double D. What was I to do?" 

"What you did, most likely." I muttered. 

"Hey Sonny, now listen..."

"Chris, I didn't mean it that way. Don't sweat it. I have been bending women over tables and getting them to bow and scrape, I figure it is karma to have that happen to me. D. Debra has my number and I like it. So far, but that might be changing. So don't sweat it. Listen, I need you to do something for me. Landon invited you over to watch football. You need to get over here but first, I want you to go get Annie. Bring her with you."

"Uh, okay. She won't do anything with me unless you tell her to." 

In that simple statement Chris revealed his experience in trying to induce Annie to break my rules. Apparently she hadn't. He had tried though. Contrary to expectations, I had no wish to get revenge or any other recompense for that. My control comes exclusively from commitment inspired by seduction. That's me. 

The fun of setting the rules when it comes to sex is making them fit our sensual pleasure, and if someone violates them, it is their loss. I have no interest in enforcing them or punishing anyone for doing so. Revenge and two graves and all that. Too much pussy in the world to worry about the one that gets away. My challenge at every point is to find the rules that fit someone's greatest sexual thrill and ask them to trust my sense of that. 

If I am wrong, I learn better. If they follow me and find ecstasy, I gain credibility. Not to use on them, but as a point of reference for their own sexual pursuits. No one surrenders the responsibility for their own pleasure but finding someone you can blend with...that is both rare and fine. It is like dancing a waltz with a woman that really follows your lead. On the right night, to the right music, with just the right amount of wine, a waltz can be a surpassingly wonderful and sensual experience. But despite how good it is, it is still just foreplay. There is another indication of who I am. All of life is foreplay for me. I love sex with women! The more complicated I make life, the better the foreplay. I was about to make life really good for us all!

"Sonny? I said Annie won't..."

"I heard you. You're right, Chris. I'll call her. She'll be ready. I suppose you need to shower and change. Give her half an hour. That enough time?"

"I, yeah, I guess." 

I heard the confusion in Chris' voice. 

I was flipping through the pages of my book of life and finding clarity. It was like I was looking at the answers in the back of the book. For the first time since I met D. Debra Hamilton I was awake, fully awake. I was emerging out of the haze of her spell on me. 

"I'll tell her. Get here with her as soon as you can, but don't touch her. You'll get your chance so don't spoil it by taking advantage of the situation." 

"I am not sure I can...Tawny...she was ravenous." 

I chuckled, both at the words and Chris' tone. By the time he got to the final thought, there was terror in his voice. 

"I think she likes you too, Chris." I said just that. "Oh and Chris, its almost noon. You dropped Tawny off at my house hours ago. Get going, this could be fun. See you in a bit." I hung up. 

I grinned. I walked into the other room. Landon was coming down from upstairs. 

"They want one of us to..."

"I don't care what they want." I said harshly. Landon looked like I had slapped him at first but then a fleeting look of relief passed over his face. It was replaced by another expression but I had seen that flashing relief and marked it for what it was; validation that I was wake. "You go tell them I said no one goes till everyone is here." 

Shit. I forgot something. I turned back into the kitchen and dialed Chris. This was a risk but it was worth it. I needed some strange dick to break the spell on Landon. "Chris, just listen. Is ah, whatisname boning Laura this morning?"

"I don't know. I haven't heard anything since I got home...wait. His car is on the street so I suppose so."

"Bring him. With Annie. He can't touch her either. Tell him, tell him if he wants any shot at his favorite red head, he needs to do like he is told."




Extending the MILF List Ch. 07



Meeting a new MILF, making a familiar one and double teaming Aunt Norma

Tuesday dawned dark and brooding and I was awakened by the delicate touch of my sister on my shoulder. She needed the car and was telling me she was taking it, and that she was staying with Chris for the week. I groaned and nodded. She stood there for a moment, but when I did not open my eyes again, she left. 

I turned over and went back to sleep. I woke around noon, got a snack and went back to bed without checking my phone. Around four I started watching movies and went back to bed late. I felt washed out, like I was coming down with something. Pussy worn, more likely. 

The next day it rained, a nasty, cold rain and then froze around three so the roads turned into ice rinks. I watched a guy slide right into another car down the street just turning into his drive. I was glad to be holed up. A warm snow followed that turned the ice to slush overnight. Tawny called to tell me she got "home" all right. I wondered about her and Chris, how they were going to address their separate proclivities. I wondered if Tawny had gone down into the basement yet. 

I slept hard the next night again and woke up feeling like something was missing. "Pussy." I muttered. "I haven't had pussy for two days." I had the feeling, the feeling of stark otherness, feeling again who I had once been, the man without pussy. 

I rustled up some breakfast, making eggs for the second time in my life, scrambled with cheese. They were like rubber so I did something wrong. Cooked them too long I imagine but I hate runny eggs. I am not saying why because its gross. 

I lounged around and finally thought to look at my phone. I discovered it had run out of power without telling me and was DOA. I plugged it in and and after a few minutes, listened to a variety of chimes indicating missed calls, messages and texts. I thumbed through them and saw the naked number I connected to Suzanne. I called her phone and she answered. She'd called to see if I'd come warm her up last night but now she was leaving the city for a few days. 

The conversation felt, odd. Like when you have a one night stand and really don't know how you feel about it so when you confront it, you're just confused, like that. When she rang off, though, she promised she'd call when she got back and made me promise to tie her up some time soon. 

Then it dawned on me it was Thursday. I fanned through a dozen calls. I hadn't talked to Mom for several days. I got on SKYPE while the phone charged and called her. She answered the third try, gasping and panting. 

"Oh Sonny, nice of you to call but just, uh, uh, just bad timing. Sid says to tell you Happy New Year." She groaned loudly. 

"I was calling to ask about Tawny, what you two discussed." 

Mom grunted a couple times and then I heard the computer moving around. I wanted to ask her to turn on the camera but thought better of it. That was Sid doing her, after all and I had no wish to intrude, I'd watch but not intrude and that seemed like the same thing at this point. 

"Honey, listen, don't worry. I, she said you suspected me and well, I might have had something like that in mind but this is not the time to discuss it."

"Like what?" I had too many different ideas to let her off without specifics. 

"Asking you to share your sisters with your friends. I, I don't really know how that would work. Do whatever you think best but I have to admit I wish I was going to be there to participate. It, uh, uh, sounds, sounds like...Sid, stop it. Oh, fine, lay down. Fun." 

I could hear them coupling. I heard Sid's rumbling moan and then my mother's squeaking. 

"Hon, hon, oh honey can we, we, uh, uh, oh talk later?" Her mind was not on our conversation. I imagined her, astride Sid with his monster cock working into her body. 

"Fine, Mom. We can talk later. Tell Sid to do your ass." 

"Fuck off, Sonny." My dear mother growled before disconnecting. 

I grinned. 

I reviewed the phone and found D. Debra had called. I called her and got voice mail. I left a message to tell her I had one of my "friends" lined up for this afternoon and that she should call me if her schedule had changed. I added that I was going to watch and left it at that. 

"I want to see you fuck again. You are adorable with a cock in your pussy." I told her. 

I hung up, feeling smug at being so open minded. I wondered if D. Debra Hamilton had any idea about how much pussy I was getting, how much willing pussy surrounded her little pussy desert. Would she be so smug if she knew about it all? Or just some, for that matter? My MILFs would thank her for being difficult. 

Without a car I was back to the bus. I thought about calling one of the guys but they all seemed likely to be fully engaged, except maybe Sammy but this time, with Rodney and D. Debra, I did not want to contaminate the operating field with superfluous people. Sammy would be ticked to be referred to as superfluous. I smiled to myself. 

He had called so I called him. 

He answered, sounding like he was still asleep.

"Oh, Sonny, thanks, thanks for calling back. Tomorrow! I called you yesterday, what happened to you the other night?" 

I realized I could tell him. "Remember the blond from the apartment?" 

"Yeah."

I didn't elaborate.

"No shit! Really?" He was awake now. "You really did her?"

"You would not believe what I did. I swear, it is beyond understanding. I swear." I hesitated but the guy didn't grouse and badger me for details. Was he sick? "You called me." I said finally. 

"Oh right. Have you had a chance to discuss, uh, Ellen and me with Mom? Ellen, she is really worried about boinking the bosses' boy toy." 

"Boy toy?" 

"Oh shit, I, well, I sort of told her about you and Mom. I mean, she knew you had something going on but I elaborated somewhat." He cleared his throat. "She told me she was worried that Alissa would be jealous." 

"About me? I don't think that would be a problem."

"I don't know. Mom has been acting weird since before New Year's. She seems nervous about something. Ellen agrees. She's at work."

"Are you at her place?" 

"Oh, well, yeah, I am. Nice place too. She even got me a place to park inside so my baby didn't get ice all over her pretty red coat." 

His Camaro, I got it. "No. I have not spoken to Alissa for a while." I realized that Sammy had called his mom once by her name. Odd. "Are you sure you want to do it this way? I mean second-hand like that?" 

"Ellen says, no, no, shit I have Ellen on the brain." He snickered. "And on my cock, to not put too fine a point on it." He laughed. What could I say, he is funny as hell and he always laughed at his own jokes. "It was Annie, she says that is a very Asian thing to do. It allows everyone to save face if disturbing news is delivered by some marginally involved third person. I think it keeps the messenger from getting killed." 

"Is this going to be disturbing?" I asked.

Sammy chortled. "I have no idea. That is why I want you to tell her. You seem to be good at that sort of thing." He laughed out loud then, his old carefree laugh. "Man oh man, you should have been there when Kyla figured out we all fucked Annie and left her and Darlene alone. She sputtered and fumed the rest of the night." 

"How long did you stay?"

"You mean, how long did Aunt Norma stay, right? She left right after you did. Brent took her home and then came back and we had a little cock sucking context. Sorry you missed it. Ellen, Jesus, Sonny that woman is fucking prefect. She, she bitched me out for not letting her participate. She was so pissed, she said she thought I was just going over there to watch football. She was pissed because she insists she would win any cocksucking contest and fuck me if I don't agree!

"I told her I thought she needed a more formal introduction to my other friends before she blew them and she fucking laughed her head off. Then she fucked me to death, I think. She says I make her come like no man she's ever had inside her and she insists that her little red book is much thicker than Mao's. Whatever that means. I think she was mangling metaphors because I am pretty sure the good Chairman did not keep a list of his pussy conquests in his little red book." 

I could not help laughing. "No, I am sure you are right buddy. Is there a timeline on this or something? That I should know about or, or can I wait for a good time, a right time or some time when it seems possible? To rat you out to your mom?"

"No rush. I, I am not going home much lately, by lately I mean the last three days."

"You called, though?"

"Yes, mom knows I'm not dead. She asked this morning when she was going to meet the lucky girl boffing her son and then asked if it was actually female. I hung up on her." Sonny guffawed. "Sonny, I think you have had a good effect on my mother. She was always so angry before you got to her. Now she actually tries to be funny and that is funny as hell, cause she is absolutely not funny." 

I shrugged. "I think that has more to do with Sid Kingston making her his prime counsel or whatever they call it. I think she finally feels secure at work and that means she can relax when she lays down. Then I can tense her up a little and it is a longer ride." 

Sammy giggled. He sounded happy. "Hey, I got another call, gotta go. Just let me know when you, you know, tell her." He hung up without waiting for my response.

I glanced at the clock. I had time. 

I continued through the list of missed calls and saw that Sean had called and cursed. I called him back. 

"Hey Sonny, I called to tell you Mom is out of town for the rest of the week, till Friday which is now tomorrow. I am over at the Wills house till then anyway." He snickered. "Quilla is so pissed off. She tattled to Mom about me not coming home the other night and Mom told her I was a boy and she had to be home by midnight. Quilla is older than me and that really pissed her off. I think Mom wanted to piss her off. Quilla takes herself so seriously and Mom just rolls her eyes."

Sean was talking without taking a breath and I thought he'd never stop. If I hadn't interrupted I bet he wouldn't have. "I gotta go Sean. Call me when you think the coast is clear. I need her there for at least three or four hours while you are home. Best if she cannot leave for some reason or other."

"Mom hates to drive in the snow. Good thing too, cause she sucks at it. If the forecast is right and the snow comes Friday morning by the time she gets home, she'll be unlikely to stir off the couch."

"Okay, well, be sure to be home then. Don't take Laura home, either. I know I told you to, but I have a different idea, now." 

"Okay, you got it. Hey, I gotta go." He clicked off. 

I had to go too but I seemed to be second fiddle all around today. My trip to the mall would be no different. I had a clear vision of watching D. Debra being fucked and found that I was hard. Since she insisted that she wouldn't fuck me, I was going to make a queue of guys to fuck her. I chuckled. Let's see how she liked them apples. 

I got ready and jogged through the slush to the bus stop. It had thawed and water ran underneath the surface of the snow. By the time I got to the bus stop my feet were wet through and through. I got the bus on time and arrived at Turston's at about quarter to four. 

D. Debra did not arrive till twenty after, late as usual. 

I watched her enter the store. I was browsing in the bra section, trying to guess the size of each of the women I had fucked just to pass the time. A clerk had come over and asked if she could help, looking archly as I ran my fingers into the cups of various bras. I told her unless she wished to model for me, I was doing as well as I could. She sashayed off but then returned to apologize for being rude and said of course she would model for me. 

Christ, it was raining, er snowing, pussy. I was tempted but I spied D. Debra far down the concourse of the mall. "Sorry, Miss, you missed your chance." She walked away and I hoped I had not complicated what I was here to do. Last thing I needed was some store clerk complaining about a screaming blond. 

D. Debra pointedly ignored me, though she looked right at me, me standing there with a bra in my hands, running a finger around the inside of the cup. I felt like a perv. I mean, oh forget it. 

She went to the negligee section, selected two or three that looked much too small for her and walked purposefully to the changing rooms. I followed, not even a little discreetly. I needed to see the door of the room she selected. The weather and the after-holiday season seemed to have kept the place empty. I cursed myself for not reconnoitering but realized the place had male and female changing rooms. This could get interesting.

She disappeared in the middle door of three on one side of the short corridor where the six rooms were located. I hoped that was because the others were occupied but she did not even try them. I shook my head. She wanted to be heard, wanted people to know she was fucking in the changing room. 

Okay, I understand that thrill. I had my experiences in changing rooms and the idea of being "right there" always added a little buzz to the scene. I went to the door and tapped. 

No response. 

I tapped again and the door opened. 

"Leave it to you to knock when you should just walk in. Come on, these rooms are ladies only and you are definitely not a lady. A tramp at best, but not a lady." 

She left me standing there and walked back into the interior of the room. This was nicer than the ones I had visited, fucked in. It had a lounge with a table and mirror and a second door back into the changing room. This was definitely for team shopping. 

Her winter coat and purse lay on the couch. I moved through the narrow foyer and through the door to find Deedee peeling off her top. Her great boobs bounced in their bra as the tight sweater came free, flopping as the lower edge freed them. My cock was immediately hard. She turned to face the mirror, turning to one side and then the other. God, what a rack!

"My tits look good. Who do you have for me?" She reached behind and unhooked her bra, let it skitter down her arms and dropped it on the lone chair in the room. She wore a long, plaid skirt, with lots of pleats, covering her legs to the ankles but it fit tight around her narrow waist. Her broad hips made if flare like a lamp shade. She unbuttoned it and let it shiver off her wide, plush hips and down her statuesque legs. 

She stepped out of the skirt, picked it up and draped it on the chair. She stopped to look at me. "Well?" She stood before me in just bikini briefs. Her body shimmered like a mirage before me. "I know I'm late but if they left already..." 

"No. No, I told him to come at four-thirty. You're always late." 

D. Debra took her eyes off the mirror to look at me again. "You really got one of your friends to fuck me? You'd do that? I mean, I'm your girlfriend and you are going to..."

I interrupted her. "I fuck my girlfriend, D. Debra. You are my femme fatal. I am going to give you to all my friends, one at a time." 

Her eyes flashed at that statement, an intense, focused, perhaps aroused look but as yet indeterminate and unrevealing.

"If you are good to them, I might get them do you all at once." 

D. Debra went completely still. She chewed her lower lip. When she lifted her eyes to meet mine they were distant, cloudy. She shook her head once, that made her breasts billow, like a gentle wind stroking huge sails. "While we wait, why don't you warm me up. Give me a little of that famous Duncan tongue." 

"My tongue isn't famous." I was doing inane again. 

Deedee looked at me. She skimmed her panties down her full thighs and off her feet. She hung up her clothing and sat on the chair. It was a sturdy, padded modern chair, unadorned with straight back. "Come on, sweetie. Show a little tenderness. Deedee wants you to kiss her pussy." 

I shrugged off my coat and dumped it on the floor. I shook with desire, partly amplified by the certainty and the decision that I was not going to fuck her. God but I wanted to. I felt the cataract of lust roaring through me. It filled me like throbbing drums. I looked at the nude woman before me and felt a flash of what Laura must feel when I denied her. I savored it but resolved to find a MILF and fuck her. 

"Sonny. Now." D. Debra said sharply. 

I got to my knees and put my hands on her strong, silken knees. 

Despite herself, she sighed. I ran my hands up her legs and they opened. I hesitated, panting between her parted thighs. D. Debra trembled. Her blond pubic hair appeared, short and new. I bent and kissed my way up each thigh the way she liked. D. Debra reached over her shoulders to grasp the tall back of the chair. She held on, her elbows splayed, arching her back which projected her tits over my head, like escarpments in the mountains. I stood up on my knees and sought the perfect cone of one breast. 

"Uh, no, eat me." D. Debra grunted as I sucked the blunt end of her breast. At the same time, I put a finger to her pussy. Which action affected her, I could not tell but she grunted and widened her legs. Her body quivered. "Oh god, Sonny, I cannot believe you are going to have one of your friends fuck me! I have been so excited since Chris and your sister did me. Did she tell you? He fucked us both and she ate his cum out of me. Your sister, she has promise. Uhhh." She groaned as I sucked hard on her breast and plunged a finger into her pussy. She was wet, slick and soft. 

"Oh yes, I am getting dick tonight." She mumbled. Then suddenly she sat up, pushing me back on my heels. "You aren't lying to me, are you? Someone is really coming to do me, right?" She whispered fiercely. "You don't think I am going to let you in between my legs any way but face first, do you?" 

In answer, I bent down, pulling her ass to the edge of the chair and ran my tongue up the cleft of her pussy, skating over the bulging folds and rills. 

D. Debra shivered. "Oh fuck, Sonny. Oh god, yes. That." 

I licked her again and she jerked, hard. 

"Lick it. Kiss it. Make me feel you, I want to feel how much you want to fuck me!" Her voice wavered with lust. 

I did as requested. I licked her and kissed her pussy and finally, after toying with her clit for a few moments, rammed my tongue deep into her body. I felt her pussy writhe around my tongue, convulsing and seeking to grasp my tongue. I moved it around inside of her and she choked above me, gasping for air. 

"Goddamn, Sonny, you are the best tongue in the west." She hissed. 

She put a hand on my forehead and pushed me away. "I want him to see you eat me, see me come so he knows what he is competing with." I sat looking at her nude body, her breasts billowing with each panting breath. 

"No." I said. 

"What? What did you say?" 

"I said no, D. Debra. Chris is the last guy to see me eat you. I am going to watch them fuck you. If they see me eat you, they'll see me fuck you." I felt the presence of my backbone and my head jerked a little. I almost laughed at myself, and at the look on her face." 

After a long pause, she sat up in the chair and nodded. "Okay, Mr. Duncan. Have it your way. Go get this friendly cock. I'll fuck your friends." She grinned wickedly. "Too bad your little sister isn't here to clean up after he is done with me." 

I got to my feet, rearranging my cock as I did so. I was so hard, so aroused. I wanted her too badly but I savored the desire, storing it, stoking it because I knew the day would come when I would have her but on my terms and in the end, she would beg and beg and it would be me who broke her to my will and denied her till she went insane with desire to have me, only me! 




Extending the MILF List Ch. 07



With my cock carefully tucked away, I left her sitting on the chair, naked, trembling. 

I saw Rodney second. First, I saw his sister, Ahmay sorting through blouses, covered up in a faux fur winter coat. 

"Duncan. Over here." Rodney called loudly and I walked over to where he stood across the rack from his sister. "So? Where is this pussy you want me to fuck for you?" 

No messing around, Rodney didn't. Ahmay glanced at me but bowed her head lower, hunching into the blouses on the rack. I went to where Rodney stood. I glanced meaningfully at Ahmay and back at Rodney. 

He rolled his eyes. "She found out what I was doing and demanded to come along. I told her she couldn't watch and she said it didn't matter. She wanted to get a look at this bitch you want me to bone." 

I looked back and Ahmay and found her eyes fixed on me. When I met her gaze she just nodded. I shrugged. "She is back there."

Rodney nodded. "I saw. Sure you ain't boning her?" He grinned. "I don't care. You can stay here with Ahmay. I'll only be a hour or two!" 

I held up my hand. "Nope. I get to watch this time." My eyes remained on Ahmay, realizing in that moment what she must be thinking. Her eyes went wide and her mouth formed an O, which she covered immediately with one delicate hand. 

"You want to watch me bone your girl? Ain't that a little weird?"

"Like this ain't weird to start with?" I returned. "I watch or nothing." 

Rodney shrugged. "Rodney likes to have an audience but what happens when the bitch begins to scream?" 

"I recommend you kiss her. She kisses good." 

Rodney grabbed his crotch. "Oh, she'll be kissing sure enough." He gestured. "Its your party. Lead on." He looked over the rack at Ahmay. "We'll be back in a while. If you find something you like, someone will buy it for you, right Duncan?" 

I did not look at the girl but steered through the racks to the changing room. I tried the door and found it locked. I rattled it and just as I was about to knock, D. Debra opened it. 

"Think I was chickening out?" She asked with a sly smirk. "You first." She was dressed in a tight, red, satin negligee that draped to the floor but had slits up both legs over the hillocks of her hips clear to her waist. The front billowed open, barely containing her breasts with narrow strips of scarlet. Her blond hair made her look like a flame burning golden.

I looked around, Rodney was several feet away and behind him I saw the store clerk staring at us. I waved. Her eyes blinked and she smiled a wan smile and waved back. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Ahmay watching this exchange. 

I stepped out of the way and let Rodney in. He was unbuckling his belt as he crossed the threshold into the women's changing room. I looked at the clerk again and caught her licking her lips. I hoped that meant we'd have no trouble. But for us, the place was empty. I went inside the room and closed the door. 

"Jesus H. Christ, Duncan." Rodney's voice came from the other room. "You said she was built like a brick shit house but you didn't say the fucking bricks were made of gold." I got into the room in time to see the blush on D. Debra's cheeks. 

"What have you brought me, Sonny?" She asked, looking at Rodney like a lioness looks at a calf. She was half turned, showing her body mainly in the mirror along with one real, bare leg in the split drape of the gown. 

Rodney shucked down his pants, only remembering when they were at his knees to shrug off his coat. He unbuttoned his oxford shirt, hurrying. I could see his hands fumbling with the buttons in the mirror, beside the vision of D. Debra Hamilton. 

She stood completely still, watching. Her eyes found mine and they warmed and she licked her lips. 

Rodney got his shirt off.

"Oh my. You are a fancy fellow." D. Debra breathed. 

Rodney was cut, his dark skin seemed to swallow the light. The contours of his body rippled as he moved. He dropped his briefs and D. Debra gasped. 

"Oh my goodness." 

"No, my goodness. Want a taste before or after?" Rodney wagged his ample cock at her.

D. Debra, to her credit, looked past him at me and turned her back deliberately to him. Rodney did not need a map. He was naked now. He moved in behind her, shoving the chair aside. He found the drape that hung off the arch of her ass and gathered it up out of the way. D. Debra's fine ass came into view. I moved to the side to see, to get a good view of what was about to happen. 

"You, you want her to suck you while I fuck her?" Rodney asked. 

I thought that was awfully nice of him. "No. She's all yours. Do your worse. Or best." 

D. Debra bent forward and planted both hands on the dressing table and arched her back. She widened her feet and then repositioned her body. Rodney cupped one full ass cheek and then ran an exploratory finger up the crevice of her ass. 

D. Debra groaned. "Oh god, Sonny. You are actually going to let him fuck me?" Her voice held the slightest taunt. 

"I am actually going to make you fuck him." I said softly. "Till he has had enough of you. You are all his!" 

Rodney twisted a little and his mighty cock came into view as he lifted it to touch the end to the entry to D. Debra's body. They pushed together and his dark cock slid into her with a wet squelch. 

"Uhhhhh!" D. Debra groaned. 

"Oh fuck!" Rodney grunted. He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her onto his cock. She fit onto it like a glove, sliding onto his length without hesitation. As her ass bunched between them, I saw a stream of fluid bead and run down the inside of her thigh. 

Then Rodney fucked her. 

His was not subtle or accommodating. He was chasing his orgasm from the beginning, hammering D. Debra hard from behind. She widened her hands to the back corners of the little alcove into which the dressing table was built and tried to steady her stance as he rammed into her. She grunted and then bowed her head. 

"Oh cock, oh cock, oh cocking fuck me!" She growled as Rodney's ass bucked back and forth, driving her full of cock with great, thrusting strokes. 

"Oh, oh god, yes!" D. Debra squealed, still in control enough to keep her voice low, low but intense. 

Abruptly, Rodney pulled out of her pussy and twisted her around. She stared wildly at him. He was nearly a head shorter, his forehead meeting her chin, which put his mouth right at her tits. He spread the red satin off her tits and mashed them with his dark hands, stark against her pale skin. She groaned, sagging back onto the table. For a long minute, he massaged her tits. D. Debra's eyes were closed for a while but then she opened them and found me. She stared at me while Rodney squeezed and kneaded her tits. 

She sighed when his hands left her tits. Rodney grasped her by the shoulders and pushed down. She crumpled to her knees. Her hands found his slick cock, grasping it with both. She found her balance rose up on her knees and licked around his cock helmet. She traced the flare with her tongue and then opened her mouth and pushed it into her mouth, sucking hard as she did so. 

"Oh motherfucking god!" Rodney growled. "Good bitch, suck me bitch!" He grasped her head in both hands and pulled her forward, pushing his cock deep into her mouth and throat. D. Debra gagged immediately. She choked and came off his cock gasping, spittle dribbling from her chin. 

"Goddammit, bitch, suck me!" Rodney growled. 

D. Debra looked up at me, her eyes opaque, wild and glittering. She used some of her gown to wipe her mouth and then his cock before fitting it into her mouth, opening her lips to take him once more. Down his cock slid but this time Rodney left her a little control and she managed to take most of it before seizing up. She pulled back but then pushed forward, taking his cock deeper and deeper till her face pressed against his body, white against black. Rodney was gritting his teeth. D. Debra's throat worked, she made sucking noises around the shaft in her mouth. Her hands found his thighs and her cheeks dimpled as she sucked. 

"Oh god, not yet." Rodney growled, grabbed a fist full of hair and pulled her off his cock. 

He looked over at me, his face lit with the strain of ecstasy denied. "Anything you want to see in particular?" He asked. 

That startled me. I shook my head but spoke differently. My mouth was dry from watching her try to suck his cock, the look in her eyes, the intensity. She sat on her heels, nude, gasping but quivering. Her tits brushed his dark legs. 

"On her back." I croaked. "Fuck her on her back." 

Rodney grinned. "Great idea." He mumbled. He grabbed her by her shoulders and twisted her off her heels, dragging her a little to get room and laid her down. She lay down, her legs together, till he lay down on top of her. Her legs parted and Rodney bent over her. With one hand he fit his cock into her pussy and shoved down into her. 

D. Debra convulsed. 

"Cock!" She squealed. "Love cock!" Her legs rose around him, like cranes. 

Rodney pumped down into the V of her legs, slapping his body against her over and over, the smacking sound filled the room. 

"Put her legs over your shoulders." I said. 

Rodney did. At first, he stretched her wide, pushing her legs towards her shoulders with his brawny arms. He bent her double, pressing her legs back against her breasts. He continued to penetrate her, shoving his cock into her taut pussy, ramming her harder and harder. 

D. Debra was panting, gasping for breath. At some point she grunted and tensed, bent as she was, her body just quivered. Her head whipped back and forth and she squealed, still controlled enough to stifle her cries. Rodney had slowed but was deep stroking, running his cock into her with deep, smooth strokes, lying on the back of her thighs, slapping his body on hers. As Rodney withdrew, Deedee's eyes opened wide. As he slammed into her, she grimaced, squeezing her eyes closed while her body convulsed. 

To my eyes, she was coming, almost constantly now. Pinned under the piston, she struggled to respond but her body seemed shot through with movement she did not control. Rodney's action scooted her closer and closer to the wall, under the dressing table, into the alcove cut into the wall. When her eyes opened and she saw the edge of the table above them, she stretched out her arms and pressed against the wall. Rodney continued to hammer at her pussy, ramming and ramming and ramming her with increasingly violent strokes. 

Then, as though surprising him, he growled as he withdrew from her and his orgasm arrived. He thrust down into her bubbling pussy, penetrating and pinning her. His body shook and twitched as he pumped cum into her. After a minute or two, he slowed and folded over her. After another minute, he released her legs. She sighed and her legs drifted down his body as though tasting him with her heels, till they hooked behind his thighs. They lay in the love knot panting and gasping. 

D. Debra's eyes opened and found me. She watched me, expressionlessly, till Rodney roused out of his stupor and pulled her out from under the dressing table, no more than a shelf set into the cove of the wall. Pulling her free, he immediately crawled up her body and lay his blurry cock on her chin. He bent over her and she licked and sucked it into her mouth. In moments he grew hard once more. 

Rodney twisted to look at me. "Buddy, if you want to fuck her, nows your chance. What can she say about it with a cock in her mouth?" 

By the pantheon of Rome, I swear I was tempted, nearly past my resistance. I felt her eyes on me and read nothing there. Finally I shook my head and said words that would set the terms of my relationship with this blond bombshell. "I don't take sloppy seconds." 

Okay, a lie, since I had been second down the kitty hole plenty of times. In my defense, much of the time Laura Wills often smoothed the way but still, this seemed a self-imposed rule for D. Debra Hamilton. What began as an infatuation turned difficult had become a war of wills. I think she knew it. Also, it was to serve me well in about five minutes. 

Rodney shrugged. "More for me. Dude, any positions you want me to try with her? I'm good for another round or two." 

"Knees." I rasped. 

"Make her howl? Cool." He withdrew from her mouth and I noticed her vain attempts to follow his cock away, trying to keep it between her full lips, and the disappointment that flitted across her face when nothing she did kept it in reach. She was still fixed on the cock when Rodney grabbed each thigh and with a titanic twist flipped her onto her tits. She stretched out her hands, trying to breath in that new position.

"Christ, what an ass!" Rodney mumbled. He struck it a time or two. With lesser examples of the female ass, an ass moved, quivering but D. Debra was sound as a blue chip stock. He struck her twice, once on each cheek and D. Debra seemed to preen under the attention. I had a flash of her ass, penetrated and full of cock. Rodney, seeing her arching her back did not read her as I did and gripped each thigh, opened and lifted her and moved between her suspended legs. He maneuvered her back till his cock found and hooked in the mashed ridges of her pussy. He plunged into her, but no, that is not right, he sat back on his heels and with his burly arms yanked the blond woman bodily onto his cock. She was his condom. 

D. Debra, surprised by the abrupt penetration screamed. She immediately covered her mouth but it was too late. Her body bucked. Somehow, his position inside her body touched off a wracking orgasm that made her look like a rag doll in the jaws of a hound. Rodney lifted up, standing on his knees and bodily pulled her off and then back onto his cock. The motion seemed to move her on her tits, tilting them one way then the other but surely that only indicates what I was watching; surely she was on her elbows. Her back bent at an impossible angle each time Rodney pushed her away and then he pulled her on to his cock like a big blond cock puppet. 

D. Debra huffed and puffed and struggled till Rodney lost strength, incredible in that position. He pulled out of her and then manipulated her onto her knees. She assumed the position and he rammed his cock into her again, smacking against her plush ass so loud it sound like the crack of a rifle shot. Gripping her hips, he proceeded to fuck her, piercing her deeply each time. 

He muttered to me, "Have, have, have her suck, suck, suck you." He was winded, finally. "What a bitch! What a fine fuck this bitch turned out to be!" 

I admit I felt jealous in that moment and that startled my hand away from my cock and brought me back to the moment. I felt the longing to have affection and access to D. Debra Hamilton but now that was likely gone forever. I'd have her, I hoped, but till then, I'd give her to my friends. I backed out of the room, echoing with the slap, slap, slap of their fucking. I carefully opened the door and left the dressing room, now redolent with the smell of their copulation. 

I closed the door and stood staring at it, thinking of D. Debra as the center of attention. I felt a kindly thrill, thinking of her reaction when three of my buddies had her air tight. She'd owe me and suddenly I had the insight I had been fumbling for since I lost my soul to her on the steps of the engineering building. She hated to owe someone! This perverse teasing with me revealed just how frightened and just how reluctant she was to fuck someone with whom she felt the connection that existed between us. 

I was turning this possibility over in my mind as I wandered out into the store. I was not seeing so good when Ahmay took my arm and guided me toward the door, I went willingly. Not because of the torpor of thought from the new understanding of my situation but because the feeling of her cool hands on my elbow cleared my head and focused me on that simple, sensuous sensation. 

"Oh shit!" I said, stopping ten steps beyond the door to Thurston's. "I left my coat in there." 

Ahmay giggled. "If Rodney came once and is still at it, we have half an hour or so. After the first time, if he bothers to stay with her, he'll be a while." She giggled. "So? How was she? Did, did you do to her what you did to Mrs. Honeywell?" 

My mind had lost a filter or two in the last hour, just from sensual stimulation spiked into my eyes, so I did not and could not dissimulate. "No. No. I haven't had sex with her. I want to but I didn't. Your, your brother, Rodney offered and I could have but, but I didn't. God," I closed my eyes, seeing D. Debra again, open and vulnerable again, "god but I wanted to!" I felt like a dope and realized I had shown my dopiness to Ahmay. 

She stopped us. She turned me, removing the thrilling feel of her hands from my elbow and, I finally noted, the nudge of her breast from my upper arm, she turned me to face her squarely. Her hands moved to my upper arms. "You mean to tell me that you have not had sex with that woman?" She asked. "I thought, I thought she was your girlfriend." 

I nodded, still dosed with the sexual equivalent of sodium pentothal. "No. I go down on her when she wants me to, she loves that and says I make her come better than any tongue in the land." 

For a while, in the sparse crowd of the mall, Ahmay stared at me. "You mean, even in there, you, you didn't have sex with her?" She shook her head. "How did you resist? God, Rodney loves to share a woman, well, at least that is what he says. I never...no." She stopped and started a different thought. "I, I doubt one man in a hundred would be able to resist her. She is sexy and beautiful and, apparently willing. What more could a man want?" 

"Willing, that is missing. She says not me, never me." 

"And you still bother with her? You haven't taken her by force?" Ahmay was not leaving this be. She released me and turned her back on me. Still covered in her coat, I had nothing much to actually look at so remembered visions of her body supplanted reality. She turned back to me. I looked her right in the tits. 

"I must say, you must have the will power of a god." She said. "To allow her to be so close and take none of your own pleasure, that shows astonishing self-control. I never thought a man could resist a woman like that." 

"Her, yes." I said and followed with, "You, I wouldn't bet on it." I found I meant it. Strangely enough, feeling Ahmay's hands on my skin stoked the sensual fire in me higher. I felt like if she touched me again, I'd blow in my pants. I was quivering with lust. Somehow the lust for D. Debra mixed with this new lust for Ahmay and became inextinguishable, like when you pour two paints together and mix them. For a while they swirl but then the boundaries shatter and the tints merge to make a whole new color, liquid and smooth. 

She took hold of my arm again, pressing her breasts against my side in a most pleasurable way. "Would you really want me to tempt you like that?" She asked after she moved us forward, back into a wobbly walk. My balance was off because of the erection in my pants or maybe I was just lightheaded. 

"Of course, Ahmay. You are a beautiful woman and I have every desire to have you." The words fluttered off my lips before I had a chance to think about them and reduce their honesty back down to the social norm. 

Ahmay did not seem to think I had violated the social contract. She giggled. "I, I have things I want to do, before, before, before I do that. I always thought that it was just a fantasy, that no man...but maybe I was wrong." 

I hoped her fantasy included being fucked. 

That thought seemed to wrack my brain, leaving me an empty husk but then I saw the jewelry store, The Diamond's Edge, the one where Mary worked and where I had fucked her with Laura Wills watching. Like that, as Psyche sprang from the forehead of Zeus, I saw things so very, very clearly. 




Extending the MILF List Ch. 07



I clearly understood I could do no more than titillate Ahmay Allan so I thought I would do so. I realized I had not deposited the check I got from Alissa cum Sid. My bank had a branch there so I knew I had a way to get funds. I steered Ahmay to the store and I felt her tense. I took that to mean that she thought I was going to buy her something. I could not decide if the thought was loved or hated but I resolved to titillate her, leaving my intentions unexpressed and thus ambiguous. 

I took us into the store and found Mary staring at me, or maybe she was eying Ahmay. At that moment, I felt undressed but that is just male pride run amok. 

"Mr. Duncan, isn't it?" Mary said, her voice breathy with more than her simple greeting. 

I thought I heard her gasping in ecstasy and looked around to see where the sound was coming from and only then realized it had just been my imagination, well, no, memory actually. "Hi Mary, you look amazing. I was wondering, do you have some of the items I bought from you before in stock?" 

The expression on Mary's face, when she looked at Ahmay with the jeweled collars in mind, suggested both envy and lust. She nodded. "I do. Can I show them to you?" 

Tease or sales woman? I did not know, barely cared, gave it no thought. I nodded, unwilling to talk, thinking of her fine ass against my body as my cock sank into her. 

Her next words doused my cock's aspirations. "The store owner is back working on the year end books. Taxes you know." She hesitated. "The office is small but I would be happy to show the selection to you." 

The implication was clear, not Ahmay. I heard the regret in Mary's voice. 

I nodded, feeling my cock confused by all the "come hither" and "get the fuck away" that was directed at him. I think he was taking it all very personally. "Yes, I think I would." 

Mary took me back and I found indeed a paunchy woman with a barrel body and halitosis toiling away over the computer. She looked askance at us and then studied the collars as Mary showed me her limited selection. 

Mary only had three gold so I had to go with two platinum. I had given one to Laura and one to Mom. I needed four more, at least. One extra for good measure, for a random sister maybe? I negotiated and Mary kept eying the boss. When I offered cash, the woman agreed to a price I thought fair and we settled. I walked Ahmay over to the bank, got the sum in cash and walked back. I handed it to Mary in an envelop and she disappeared back to the office with it. 

I got a tickle in the back of my neck about releasing cash without the collars but it was a passing bit of paranoia. She returned a few minutes later with the five collars arranged tastefully in a fine light blue folding box with pink satin inside. When I opened it, Ahmay cuddled up to my shoulder and cooed when she saw the collars.

"Who are those for?" 

I clicked my tongue but then relented in the face of her hugging curiosity. "One is for Mrs. Honeywell. Don't you think she'll look darling with that around her neck?"

Ahmay touched the silvery platinum and looked up at me. "On her black neck? Oh yes, that would be lovely. She has a beautiful neck." 

I was not sure if she understood the jewelry but I left that comment dangling between us. I decided to not get the chains. I'd get them fitted to each woman later and that sounded fun. If I caught Mary alone, I presumed we'd work out a mutually beneficial exchange. We walked back to Thurston's. 

The neat little female clerk apparently saw us coming and met me at the door. 

"You have to do something. She is screaming her fool head off and my boss is on the way in. Delayed by the weather, thank goodness but..." 

At that precious moment, the door opened and Rodney appeared. He staggered, like he was drunk, righted himself and his bleary eyes found us. He grinned, like he saw us clearly and wove through the intervening racks to a halt before us. He eyed his sister, still clinging to my arm, pressing her awesome breasts against me. 

He grinned. "That girl..." I looked blank, and then his eyes flickered. "I have no words. If the other MILFs are like her, I'll line you up and you can notch your belt with some of my friends' ladies." 

"Oh, yes, can I watch then?" Ahmay tittered. 

Rodney looked at his sister and then shook his head and glared at me. "Did you make a move on my sister?" 

"She'd be insulted if I didn't." I said, smiling gently. I patted her hands and she released me, moving over to Rodney's side. 

Rodney looked over at his sister and the gansta look that usually fixed on his face softened and for a moment, I saw his love for his sister, protective and concerned. Different than mine for my sisters, which as somewhat more acquisitive, but I was the little brother and my sisters thought they had to take care of me, not the other way around. Now that I had something to offer them, it felt...weird.

Rodney bumped Ahmay with his hip. She bumped him back.

"So?" He asked. 

She nodded. 

He glanced at me. "You need to say it out loud, baby girl." He whispered. 

"I think he might be...wait. Did, did he have sex with her?" 

Rodney looked at me, a regular guy arching his eyebrows, all swagger subsumed in his surprise. "No. Never touched her but he does have great ideas." He grinned then threw it off. 

"Okay, then, yes, I think he might be the one." Ahmay whispered. 

Rodney looked at me and then shrugged. He held out his hand. "Congratulations. From all the cocks lined up waiting for little sister here, she picks you. You treat her right, do what she wants and we won't have a problem." 

"Is she twisted like the blond?" 

Rodney rolled his eyes. "No body is that crazy. God, but she does love cock. Sorry, sis, I meant the blond." She elbowed him. 

"Then there should be no problem." 

"Can we drop you?" 

"My coat." 

"I'll get it." Rodney said, the accommodation seemed fully out of character but felt natural, a genuinely polite action. He ambled back and emerged with my coat and a wad of cloth. He handed me both. "You need to pay for this stuff. She modeled some of it and it got a little dirty. Might be torn some." He grinned. 

I went to the register and had the nervous clerk ring up the three destroyed negligees. When I paid, I gave her an extra twenty and told her to keep the change. We left together; Rodney, Ahmay, and me. D. Debra still had not appeared. Rodney He drove a big four-door with back-wheel drive that only seemed to want to spin in circles in the snow. It was warming up. Dark ground appeared lots of places and the gutters ran full of water, but the air felt sharp, like the point of a cold knife. 

We arrived in front of my house. I sat in the back. Rodney pulled up and stopped and twisted to look over the seat at me. "Now I know where you live, Sonny Duncan. Treat my sister right. You hear?" 

"I have no idea what that means or how to do that. If you are going to involve yourself in our lovers' spats, I should quit while I am ahead."

Ahmay turned around and stood on her knees on the seat, looking innocent, for all her exposure. She leaned over the seat and kissed me lightly on the cheek. "His bark is worse than his bite." 

"But he has a bite." I retorted.

"So do I." She said. She turned to Rodney. "Okay. I'll say it here. I, I want him to be my first. I, I do but, but I need to go slow, I, I need to get used to this. I, I always thought I'd fall in love and we'd be overcome with passion and, you know, do it." 

I grinned. "I could fall in love with you easy." 

"You mess with her heart and I'll have yours in a pickle jar." Rodney growled. 

She looked at Rodney. "If you touch him without my approval, there will be trouble in River City for you buster. Understand?" 

I felt a little better. 

Rodney stared at his little sister for a minute. He looked back at me, finally. "Is Mrs. Honeywell one of the MILFs you need help with?" 

I felt a lot better, unsure how I got to this place. I nodded. "Of course. I, I think she'd approve of a lay down with Laydon." 

Rodney's face twitched with pleasure in the dull light from the streetlight. Then the look was gone. I named it "lust". Rodney's face set once more. "Sonny Duncan, call me if you have anymore crazy pussy." He regarded me for a moment and finally said, "don't do this with her unless you are going to go the whole way. I mean, don't you fucking dare push her." 

"How does seduction sound?"

He snarled. 

"Rodney, be nice. Sonny is a perfect gentleman in wolf's clothing." She tittered and put a hand over her mouth. "I mean, a perfect wolf in gentleman's clothing. If I want to take off his clothes, that is and will always be my business. You understand?" 

Rodney twisted to meet his sister's eyes. He looked at me and shrugged. "You share with me, that puts me in a bad situation." 

I nodded. "You like redheads?" I asked on a perverse inspiration.

He blinked, squinting liked I'd blown smoke in his eyes. "A red head? Shit, never been in one of them." 

I got out of the car, leaving the tantalizing possibility dangling. 

With my box of collars tucked under my arm I walked up the drive. That night I slept restlessly. It had been three long days since I had pussy. Watching D. Debra fuck again etched something in me I could not escape. I woke randy as a two-peckered billy goat. I showered and calmed down. The world was gray. I realized I needed to register at school. I had counted on having a car and here I was needing to ride the effing bus! 

I sat watching the morning news on the BBC, their afternoon, and it occurred to me that Annie might not mind driving me around. My cock approved of the implications. The idea of a night with Annie in my own house trued with my cock's expectations of me. I called her. 

She agreed to let me use her car but said once she got here, I had to drive. She arrived about ten. The sky sat down on us like a goose down comforter. The chill in the air was damp and pregnant. The forecast was for snow. 

When I emerged from registration at school, the air was full of great, big, feathery, white snowflakes. Annie had stayed with the car, though I don't know why. She had it running when I arrived back. I got into the driver's seat.

"Now where? I asked. 

My phone rang. 

Annie had been using her pidgin the whole day. I was thankful for that. At that moment, though, she looked at me with her serious dark eyes and said in her perfect British accent, "Your phone is ringing, sweetling." 

I felt like meat and liked it. I answered. 

"It's Sean. Mom, Mom is on the way home. She, she won't leave till the snow stops and maybe not then. She has been on the run the whole holiday but now she is ready to wind down. She wants to watch NetFlix and order pizza."

The time had come. "Is your sister home?"

"No. Went to Chicago to see Dad before school starts." 

"Perfect. Call me when she arrives." I got his address and after he hung up, checked to make sure I knew how to get there. "An Li, would you care to be my tootsie this afternoon?" 

She regarded me for a moment. "American's do not speak English, my dear. What are you asking?" 

I thought of trying to explain but then decided to leave off. I grinned. "Care for a little adventure?" 

After a slight hesitation, she nodded. "What are you about?" 

I grinned again. "I am going to help Sean turn out his own mother. I am going to extend the MILF list." 

Annie's face glowed. She spoke pidgin back to me. "New MILF. Annie love new MILF!" 

A native, American woman would have grinned lasciviously but not Annie. She never even twitched out of her somber expression. 

I drove us back to her neighborhood. I pulled into the Wills' driveway. "Go change. Wear something slutty. Something that you can fuck in if you want, that look." 

"Hooker haute couture?" 

She said it so deadpan in her proper British brogue, I laughed. "Exactly. Come to the Wills when you are ready." 

We got out of the car. I went to the Wills front door and thought about ringing the bell but I just walked in, since the door was unlocked. Someone was home. I kicked myself thinking I should have called. The only drama I was sure I would not encounter was my sister since I did not see her car there. 

I stamped the wet snow off my boots. 

"Is that you, Tawny?" Mrs. Wills called, sounding perfectly un-MILF like; motherly but none of the lurid undertones I knew and loved and caused. 

"It's Sonny." Chris said. He was sitting on the couch watching TV. Laura squeaked and came out of the kitchen. 

"It's time to go start with Sean's mother." I said by way of explanation. 

Chris scowled. "What are you doing here?" 

"I need Laura's help. How would you like to be a hooker and fuck Sean in his bed while his mother is downstairs?" I made it a question but then clicked past it, making it first a suggestion but finally a command. "Are you clean? I mean squeaky, no-surprise-for-the-tongue clean?" 

She gleeped but nodded. 

"She didn't get up till noon." Chris said. "Sean stayed the night but his mom called..." He tailed off. "Oh, I see." 

He didn't. He would. 

"Go get dressed, Mrs. Wills. Dress to be fucked, invite it. Make yourself look like you are asking for it." 

"Just what does that look like?" She asked. 

I shrugged. "You girls know better than I do. I am sure of that. Get going. Time's wasting." I slapped her on her narrow little ass. "Shit, I forgot something." We had to go back to my house. I'd forgotten the collars. I had meant to put one on Annie when she arrived but forgot. 

Annie arrived just as Laura descended the stairs. They had both found time to put on makeup, eyeliner and mascara. They looked like they compared notes except Annie had on fierce red lipstick and Laura's was a sweet pink. I got my coat but when I did, a baseball bat fell out of the closet. That gave me an idea. I picked it up and leaned on it. The women regarded me with impassive faces. 

Chris stood up and watched our preparations for departure. He was waiting for my sister and had all the signs of being nervous that she would arrive in the middle of this. She knew about Sean doing his mom, but so far as Chris knew she did not know about me and her Mom, my mom, unless I lost track. 

"What do you want with that?" Chris asked. 

I grinned at him and leaned on it. "Mind if I borrow this for a few days, maybe a couple weeks?" 

He waved us off. I practiced walking with a limp on the way to the car, leaning on the aluminum bat. It was slick and tended to skitter out from under me if my weight was not properly balanced on it. Perfect. 

We were halfway to my house when Sean called, whispering that "Mom" was downstairs. She just arrived from the airport and was going to shower while he ordered pizza. 

Perfect. 

I went into my house and selected a platinum and a gold collar. I took them out to the car. The snow thickened and the ground turned white while we drove to Sean Favor's house. I turned off the car. Annie was sitting next to me. "Annie, put this on." I handed her the platinum collar. 

She took it and examined it. 

"Laura, do you have your collar?" 

"Chris still has it." 

"That was a gift. This, this is mine. If you put it on, your are mine, understand." 

Annie's head jerked in my direction. I had not addressed anything of the sort to her. 

I handed the gold collar to Laura. She quickly unfastened it and affixed it around her neck. It fit fine, setting off her golden hair marvelously. 

"Annie, stay here. I may come and get you. Mrs. Wills, lets go." 

Both women stared at me, as though waiting for more instructions, some additional explanation. 

I offered none but got out of the car. I got the bat from beside me and leaned on it. I exaggerated the limp, walking through the snow to the front of the car. Laura got out on the opposite side and met me there. I took her elbow in a tight grip and with me hobbling and using the bat as a cane, we walked up to the front door of the Favor's house. 

It was a split level house with the entrance in the middle of the front. I rang the doorbell. A stout breeze kicked up, swirling the snow around us. Laura crowded against me as though for shelter or warmth. She had very little on under the long winter coat. 

The door opened. 

"Pizza's here!" A woman's voice called before the door fully opened revealing Laura and I. "Oh gracious." Lydia Favors said. To be honest, the picture on the Internet that Sean had shown us was not as recent as Sean had lead us to believe. Her present features were softened, less of the high cheekbone and her hips were broader, her legs thicker but her waist seemed as waspish as the picture suggested. Her hair was the rich red that makes you think Irish, but she lacked freckles and green eyes. Hers were blue. Oh and her tits were huge and unmistakable. "I am sorry, I thought you were the pizza guy. Wow, it is snowing hard!" 

"I beg your pardon, I am looking for Sean Favors. I must have the wrong house." 

Mrs. Favors smiled warmly. "No, not at all. Sean is upstairs in his room. Shall I get him?" 

I stomped a foot, leaning heavily on the bat. It skittered out from under me and I dropped to a knee. Laura reacted immediately and helped me stand. I grinned crookedly at Mrs. Favors, hunching one shoulder. "I slipped on the ice yesterday and twisted a knee and have not taken time to, uh, find a proper cane. This was the best I could find." I dinged the bat on the cement. It rang like I'd hit a single up the middle. "May we come in?" 

After a brief hesitation, Mrs. Favors stepped back into her house and let us inside. That first hurdle passed without difficulty. We moved inside and shut the door. 

"I am Sonny Duncan." I said shifting my bat to my left hand and extending my right. 

After another brief hesitation, Mrs Favors shook my cold hand with her warm one. "Lydia Favors." She said. "How do you know Sean?" 

"I don't really." I looked her up and down. She wore a baggy sweatshirt with Ohio State on it with "State" across her belly, and tight black stretch pants. The "O" bowed around each breast but since one was capitalized and the other was lower case, it made her looked lopsided, like she was listing to the left. An optical illusion that kept me staring at her tits long after I should have but fuck, Ohio spelled with two tits underneath is just interesting! 

"Sean did not tell us he was living with his sister." I said, keeping my eyes on the sweatshirt. I dared not look her in the eyes. I could feel her growing unease with my behavior. I moved the bat back to my right hand and leaned on it with an irate groan. 

"What do you want with Sean?" 

There was my cue, though she had not taken my compliment at all well. I needed to get the relationship clarified and she had to do it. "Lydia Favors? You are related to Sean then?" 

Lydia had not moved deeper into her house, the front door opened right into the living room and den, the kitchen beyond with a warm fire in the fire place. "I am his mother." Her voice carried her growing unease. "What do you want with my son?" 

"His mother! No shit! He didn't mention he still lived with his mother!" I guffawed and then put on my best look of embarrassed chagrin. "Oh, I beg your pardon, ma'am. I am not usually so foul mouthed." 

Laura, bless her heart, made a noise in her throat that sounded perfectly sarcastic without using up any words at all, terse and perfectly evocative. I looked over at her with my best "shut the fuck up, bitch" expression. She stood to my right so I could not smack her as my right hand held the ball bat. She visibly flinched and looked down. I think she understood my game, with just this minimum of clues. 

"I have heard worse. Mr. Duncan, what do you want with my son?" 




Extending the MILF List Ch. 08



The Skeptical Ex and the Office Affair

That was my weekend, snow removal and preparing for class on Monday. I had an early class and then free till the afternoon. Georgia called from Florida and said they were not coming back for a few days, maybe a week or more. The audit was more involved and since we were snowed in, her boss saw no point in returning. 

"I don't mind. It's chilly, too cold to swim in the ocean but we are busy with the audit. Hey, is Tawny having sex with Chris?"

"Fucked him on the first date." 

"Oh. Wow, really? I wonder if she'll share." She stopped and waited, I suppose wondering if I would press for details. I didn't. Georgia has the patience of a rubber band. "Did, uh, did Tawny talk to you, you know about, about...about you and your friends?" 

"She said you and Dalia want what Mom and the other MILFs got. Is that right?" 

Silence. 

I waited. 

"Well, sort of. I, I wanted it, I mean I want it but Dalia, she wasn't so sure, but then you haven't fucked her yet either. I think you should. She, I was too pushy and she is feeling slighted. When you get back, I mean when we get back, you need to take her on a nice date and do her in a toilet stall or something. She needs to relax."

"She doesn't want her own private orgy? Just you then?" I wondered how I would manage that.

"No. No, we negotiated and she'll, she'll do it. She, at first she just wanted to be there to watch when I did you and your friends. Hey, you will be there right? I mean...is it going to be weird giving us away to your friends when they have nothing to offer back?" 

I found it curious that she was looking at this as a straight exchange and was giving thought to keeping things balanced. I was not sure if I was impressed or suspicious.

"I mean, you'll be there right? That, that is part of the buzz for me, you know, feeling your eyes on me while the other guys are doing me?" She chortled. "Can I help it if the idea of having my brother watch me fuck makes me crazy hot? 

"I don't know. It's certainly unpredictable. If I can arrange it, I'll be there."

"Good, because Dalia won't do it without you and she, she says she'll do it only if I go first and if she gets to watch. I don't know how you set that up but if I know your perverted little friends you can sell tickets and take all their money if you like. I get a cut if you do. My idea!" Georgia laughed her low, threatening laugh like just before she soaks you with a water balloon or tries to nab your foreskin for her collection. 

"I'll figure it out. Are you sure about this?" 

"They won't blab, will they? I mean, about you and us?" 

"I don't know. Is fucking their mothers bigger news than me doing my sisters?" 

Georgia grunted and sort of laughed, a confused sound. "A point. I don't know about that. I'll leave it up to you. I, I want to be done by three guys at the same time. Oh god, now I'm wet, goddammit Sonny. I have to change." She hung up. 

Sisters.

I went to school bright and early Monday morning without seeing or hearing zilch from Tawny. I really needed a car. I had the box of collars sitting on my table and I needed to distribute them. I was still puzzling over how to do that though. 

After my eight bells class, I got a most delightful call, not D. Debra, either so back off. 

"Ahmay, so nice to hear from you." I was shivering in the now zero weather, surrounded by the piles of sparkling snow. I shuffled into an empty class room and sat down. I saw a couple lift their heads from down further in the dark auditorium, well her head. "To what do I owe this surprise." 

"I, well, Mr. Duncan, Sonny, I was wondering if you'd meet me for a cup of coffee?" 

"Coffee? Sure. When?" I felt the tease but I was unclear about who was teasing who and who was being baited. Shit, Ahmay could catch me any time she wanted. If I were a fish I'd jump into her boat. If she came after me it'd be like chasing a parked car. I thought about D. Debra and found I no longer cared. I played a long game with D. Debra. I'd get her in a mutually wonderful way, but she was intelligent and that increased complexities, but also fun!

"Now. I mean, I am out and about. Where are you?" Ahmay found her voice again. 

I told her and we arranged to meet close by at a little shop I knew had good coffee but where I could get breakfast. 

I was nearly done eating when Ahmay appeared in the doorway scanning for me. I stood up and she came over and shuffled into the booth across from me. 

I confess I expected her to fidget and act all shy but she was calm and cool. She looked at me after her coffee arrived, batting her long eye lashes at me. She waited and I waited but knowing I had a class coming up, I broke first. 

"What's up, Miss Perfectly Wonderful? To what do I owe the honor of your presence?" 

She seemed unfazed, flattery was surely commonplace in her world. She sipped at her coffee. "I have decided I want you to take my virginity." She said quietly. Her voice was strong and her eyes steady. 

"Okay." I said, I am sure, much too quickly, eagerness dripping down my chin. "I thought we had established that." 

"But I have requirements, some, some things I want. For you to arrange for me, for us."

"Us?" I was thinking of Rodney and decided to address that particular worry immediately, and again. One thing about brothers, you can't break up with them so, well, you have to resolve things, eventually once the train goes off the track. Otherwise its like fiberglass insulation in your underwear; it won't go away and its damn bothersome. "Have you discussed this with Rodney?" 

Ahmay nodded. She sipped from the coffee again. "I, we have been talking about it since that day you and Mrs. Honeywell came to the store with that blond woman and we, you, Rodney...you know. Since then." 

I nodded. "I remember it fondly. But didn't we discuss this just the other day? After, well, after I shared a new blond with him?" Ahmay looked away, scanning for something but not speaking. Something had shifted, because Ahmay seemed, well, uneasy now. That struck me as weird. I waited, curiosity waiting to pounce on the cat. 

"I, you know, you understand that I have listened a lot, when Rodney had sex with his women. I, I haven't ever looked, I mean seeing you with Mrs. Honeywell that was the first time I ever saw such a thing. I mean I watched, often, while Rodney undressed them and they sucked his cock and then, once or twice when he went down on them but, but when he got between their legs or behind them on their knees, I turned away, closed my eyes and just listened."

I wanted to ask why but that was a stupid thought. I had finally gotten better at thinking before I blabbed every itinerant thought stumbling around my brain. I waited. 

"I," now she looked down. She suddenly shrugged off the billowy winter coat and revealed the tight sweater that hugged her form as tight as an idea hugs the brain. God but she had the most incredible tits, even with bra armor and the thick sweater, looking at her tits was like watching someone peeking around a toothpick. 

"Sonny?" 

My eyes snapped up. "Oh, sorry. Your are so beautiful I got confused. I am supposed to be listening to you with my ears not undressing you with my eyes." I thought this was okay to say out loud. Perfectly true in any case but I needed reassurance that Rodney wasn't going to appear and unman me before he shuffled the rest of my anatomy around. "Rodney, he knows that you...he hasn't changed his mind or anything? I mean, like it or not, you two or sort of a package deal." 

She nodded. "He says you are a good guy, even if you are busy fucking every old broad that has a rack. He likes you, I think. He is not really into liking other guys like that, not buddies or anything but he," she giggled a little. "I think he is a little jealous. When I told him what I wanted, he got upset." 

Oh shit. "How upset? Wait, what do you want? Or do you mean, your er, virginity and stuff?" 

"Listen Sonny, I, I, once I realized that sex was never going to be all romantic for me, that, that I needed something more, I got to thinking about what I needed or wanted."

I shivered involuntarily. "Sex is simple, like making a hotdog. You have a bun and the meat and I am volunteering to be the meat. Simple. Beyond that, also simple. You either want to or you don't. The other person either wants to or you don't. If there is any disagreement, you keep negotiating till everyone is on the same page."

She grinned impishly. "I always read the last chapter of a mystery first. That's sort of what I've done with sex. I, I bet I've listened to Rodney have sex with twenty different women. With younger women, not like, you know the first blond..."

"Laura." 

Ahmay nodded. "Right. Mrs. Wills, wasn't it? The younger women, contemporaries, they, they seemed to feel better about having me in the room with them. Rodney, he is a tough, a bit of a thug when it comes down to it and having me there, I think I sort of kept him in check. You know, like a UN observer during an election among people who can't read. He, he can be cruel but, he knows I don't put up with that. Our mother, she ran off and married a rich guy," Ahmay bowed her head. "She was a white woman and she just up and left us. My father, he never recovered. They, they were not a good match. That's why my Aunt Elainah, Dad's sister, why she raised us. Still, Rodney is really protective of me and I think, I think I am like the mother he never really had and if I rejected him, he'd crumple. Luckily he knows that but it has made it difficult for me to, you know, date or anything.

"Anyone that seemed like the least bit of a threat, he scared them off so, by the time it was time for me to actually act like an adult woman, I had no practice at it. That, that is how I ended up watching him undress so many." She actually giggled then. "I, I have a confession. I, several times, I asked him to, you know, get with a certain woman because, because I, uh, I wanted to see her. You know, naked."

I nodded like that was the most usual thing in the world, despite the head of my cock bonking the underside of the table. "I never thought you were that vain." I whispered wistfully.

Ahmay's face scrunched up. "What do you mean? I, I am not vain!" She seemed actually angry.

"Oh? Why else do you want to see another woman naked? I know, that's easy! To compare your body with hers. I bet you have yet to see a woman with a better body than yours!"

She sat staring at me. I could see the wheels turning, evinced by the altering expressions playing across her face. Finally she smiled timidly, like she understood the implicit compliment and decided it wasn't a turd in a croissant. "Oh. Well, maybe but, no, I, well, that is what I wanted to talk to you about. You see, you remember when Rodney asked about Mrs. Honeywell?"

I nodded. 

"Well, ah, he wasn't actually asking for himself." 

I cocked my head like I was trying to get water out of my ears, back and forth till my neck hurt. I was stalling. I wanted Ahmay to be more explicit because if she didn't mean what I was thinking she meant, I'd be shaving my legs on a railroad track. She rewarded my patience.

"Well, uh, he, he was asking for me."

I nodded understandingly. "I can see why. She's is beautiful and nude, so much more so." 

Ahmay shook her head violently. 

I got worried that I heard the train coming and I had lather on both legs. 

"No. You don't understand." 

"Please, explain it to..."

"I will if you'll shut up and let me!" She snapped.

I felt abashed and shrank into myself. The clock ticked in my head, which in a digital world no longer makes any sense. I felt time passing and my next class drawing closer. 

"Sonny, just listen. I, I said I had things I wanted and I am approaching this in the best way I know how. I finally realized why Aunt Elainah did not want me to spend so much time with Rodney and his friends. I have an outsized sexual vocabulary but little or no practical experience. The only way people get practical experience is by, well, experimenting and I don't want to do that. It's, for a girl like me, its dangerous, particularly with guys like Rodney hangs with. They are not gentlemen, not like you."

I did not wish to rush her but I was fucking lost. "Ahmay, I have no idea what you are trying to say." I almost mentioned class but her tits were right there and I had a terrible time thinking I'd go to class before they were out of reach, er, sight, gone, gone home, I mean. 

She sighed. "I am embarrassed but then I think about you and your MILFs and, and all your experience and I feel almost normal."

"Ahmay," I started, a plea in my tone.

"Just wait!" She snapped again but softened immediately. "Sonny, I like you and I feel like I can ask this of you. Hush now, just wait. I, I don't want to have a romantic evening that ends up fumbling around with the guy trying to get what I want to give but with no, no, what should I call it?"

"Romance?"

"No. No poise. I mean, I don't want to be clumsy and I don't want him to be clumsy." She patted the air between us. "Just wait. Listen. I, I want you to have sex with Mrs. Honeywell, while I watch. I mean, if you can. If she would. I, I want to see you have sex with her, make love to her on a bed and everything, like, like she is really your lover. See, I don't really know how to behave with a man and, I want, I think she would know, that she has, she knows how to surrender herself to making love. I, I fear that I can't, that I will always want to watch and never settle down and feel what it is like to be sexual. 

"I, that afternoon, with Mrs. Wills and, and Alissa, I, do you remember?"

I nodded. Oddly, with all the trouble I had remembering things for class, I seemed to have an encyclopedic memory of the sex I have had, with whom, how and when and where. Oh, I got details wrong but, well, that afternoon with Ahmay seemed perfectly clear.

She was speaking. "I, your cock was the first one I ever touched, and, and her, her breasts, I held her while you were inside her and then, I kissed her. I, I wake up from that moment, the feeling of her fine skin on my tongue and lips and I am hot, wet inside and aching to be filled or touched or both. I, Sonny, what if I like girls? I mean, don't get me wrong, I, I am attracted to you but what, what if the female does it for me? What if they make me, you know, what if they arouse me, make me crazy?" 

"You improve your chances of not going home alone, I guess." I spoke sardonically. 

"I want to watch you with Mrs. Honeywell. I want to watch her with another woman, a white woman. I want to see you with two women, so, so I know how to be, you know, like that. Rodney only does girls one at a time and so, I just never imagined something like what Mrs. Honeywell did with Mrs. Wills that day. I, I never imagined but, but I wake up from dreams and I find myself longing to feel it, what they did to each other."

"Dining out?" I asked. 

Ahmay regarded me seriously, her lips moving as though repeating the words to herself, trying them out.

"Kidding. I'm teasing you."

She smiled weakly. "Oh." She shook her head. "Sonny, listen, what Rodney said, don't start with me unless you are going to finish, I, I asked him to make sure you understood but I don't think you do. I, I have given up on being innocent and ignorant. I just don't find that attractive. I, god, I cannot believe I am telling you this. I, I let an old guy, maybe forty pick me up. He was smitten, I mean he was drooling over me. I went to dinner with him and even went back to his room with him. I, I was so turned on because I thought, I thought he was experienced and could, you know, show me stuff. 

"But he was clumsy and nervous and just when I thought he would unzip my dress, he panicked and said he was married and much as he wanted me, he just couldn't do it. He, he was horrified and asked me to leave. He wept before I got out the door." 

She shook her head. "I don't want to do that again. I, I want to try everything. I mean it. Everything. I want to make love to you, to a woman, with you and a woman, with two women. I want to have two men and three men and five men," she grinned a bit guiltily. "You know three holes and two hands. How does that work? Is it even possible? See? I don't even know. Next year, I am going back to college and, I don't want to be new meat. I want to be the hunter but I can't do that if I have no idea what I like."

She nodded emphatically then. "That is what I want. I want to know what I like so, so I want to try everything. I want you to do it all to me, with me, for me." She stopped, finally lifting her eyes from the table top. "Is, is that too much to ask? I mean, to ask you to be sexual with me like that? To share, to share a MILF or two or five with me? I mean, what if I really, really like women? I, god, I want to fell a woman's mouth on my pussy, oh god. I can feel it but, I want to feel you inside me too and kissing me everywhere." She dribbled to a stop. Her eyes sought mine and the silence stretched. 

I searched for words. My first instinct was to ask if she had discussed this with her brother but I got the distinct impression that was the wrong approach. I swallowed that first inclination and sought some other approach. "Well, Ahmay, cool. Let me suggest this. We'll, we'll try something and then see. I don't want to set out an agenda or nothing like that. Let's, I'll figure out a way to maybe address this issue with Alissa. I, I think I can persuade her, or maybe I'll just surprise her or something. Let me think about it. 

"But Ahmay, you, you have to allow for a little romance. I, I don't think I can, I don't think I can do this with you unless I feel it with you. I mean, when I kiss a woman, I kiss her. It is real and I feel it. I'll feel it with you but I don't know what it will be like till I actually do, kiss you I mean. We'll, we'll just start and go as far as we can but, Ahmay, I need to know that if I make a mistake or you get upset, I need to know Rodney will not be gunning for me." 

Ahmay seemed, suddenly at ease again. "I, we, my brother and I understand what decisions are mine to make and which ones aren't. Who I choose to let into my bed, or more to the point, whose bed I choose to crawl into and what I do there is all my business. He knows that and he may scare you but I assure you I scare him more. I have his number and he knows it." She smiled a rich, inviting smile. 

I liked it enough I nearly forgot I was missing something. Luckily, Ahmay did not get confused.

"I, these things, these things I want you to do something for me, again. I mean. I, having real sex for the first time, I think I am ready and I think I want that but, but I want, I need these other things first." 

"Uh huh. Is there a quid pro quo?" 

She looked confused. 

"I mean is this a negotiation." 

Now she looked pissed. "I know what quid pro quo means, I was thinking about it. What you are asking is if I will go to bed with you regardless of whether or not you can do the things I want you to do for me, with me. That's what you mean, right?" 

Now I had to take a deep breath and think. I had to close my eyes. Something about Ahmay made my heart hammer in my head. Oh yeah, her tits made me nutso crazy. Now that I felt sure I was not going to get crushed by her brother if I touched her...my brain ground to a halt. I knew exactly how to answer her.

"No, I meant that if things don't go as planned...and they never, well rarely, they rarel do...then I would not be looking over my shoulder for your brother waiting to jump me. That, I mean, I need to know that your protective brother won't kill me if something goes wrong and your end up disappointed or worse weeping and pissed at me." 




Extending the MILF List Ch. 08



Ahmay regarded me for a few moments, eye lashes batting every few seconds, but slowly, like she was getting sleepy. I was certainly not woozy. 

"I don't think you'll disappoint me, Sonny but I wouldn't advise you to disappoint me either. What's the matter, don't like the pressure." When I shifted uneasily in my chair, she relented. "I cannot make you any guarantees. I presumed that you were the sort of guy who did not worry about disappointing a girl. You know you won't."

I felt the challenge but it was a soft challenge, a probe, testing to see if I was turtles all the way down. I nodded. "Listen, I don't regret doing what I do. I love women and I like giving them what they want, when I want to do so, if I can. But life is complicated and sometimes I like to run screaming into the fire just because I haven't done it before. Usually once is enough but other times I find things I have not expected and they turn out to be surprising, surprising and wonderful."

She smiled. "Like Mrs. Honeywell." 

I returned her grin and nodded vigorously. "Yes, like Mrs. Honeywell." 

"She has a son, yes?"

"Yes."

"What does he think of you having sex with his mother?" 

Oh my, how to answer this question. Luckily, my phone rang.

"Speak of the devil."

"And the devil appears." Alissa's husky voice rippled into my brain. 

"Your ears burning? We were just talking about you."

"Sonny, can you come to the office? I mean now?"

I glanced at the clock on my phone. "I have a class in twenty minutes. I imagine it will be short but maybe not. Besides, I have no car, it could take two hours by bus. You'd give me a ride home, right?" 

"Shut up and listen. I am going to have a car pick you up. I, I need you down here right now."

"What about class?" She seemed really rattled. She had not even bothered to ask who I was talking about her with. 

"It'll take me a while to arrange the car. Go to class and then call me. If I am not available, go to that pizza place where you and your friends meet during the week. I'll send the car there. Don't delay, I need you down here right now or things are going to get messy. The car will bring you to my office."

I started to press for details but then said okay and hung up. "Hey, Ahmay, I have to go. Let's do this again." 

She regarded me for a few minutes. She smiled. She shook her head. "No, I need five minutes. I'll quit messing around and get to the point. I want to watch you with another woman. I want to see someone make love, you know, before you and I, before we...before you have sex with me. I want to watch you, her, see how it is done." 

Five minutes? Shit, the girl could have all day. I sensed she was not done, and I was right. I nodded. "You, yes, you said that." 

"And, and I want to see you with two women. I want to see how, how they are with each other, what they do. When, when you and I, when we get together, I want to have another woman there. Just to start with, maybe but, but then maybe she joins us." 

I thought my head was going to come loose and roll under the table. I swear I felt a breeze on my liver. "Uh, okay. I mean..." She was repeating herself, or seemed to me like she was. Wasn't she? Or had I just imagined it before? 

She lifted a hand. "I am not done. I, I want it to be Mrs. Honeywell." Now she stopped and her eyelashes fluttered. She lay a hand over her heart and I got distracted wishing I was her hand. God, what tits! The guardians of the heart? I shook with the adrenalin of desire. I was trembling, violently, like I caught a chill or someone was walking over my grave, the fuckers. 

I nodded. "Go on but I have to get to class in a minute." I felt foolish for pushing her and proud for not saying yes, anything you want, like a carpet man. 

Ahmay nodded. "I like you Sonny. I want you to do everything to me. Pussy. Mouth. Ass. I want it all, but I want to see it first, watch you with her, with Mrs. Honeywell and then with her and another woman. I, I presume she will do that for me, won't she? I mean, make love to a woman while I watch?" 

My mouth was completely dry. I suddenly felt a new cold draught up my spine. Was this a setup? I consciously shrugged. If it was, whoever was behind it had me pegged to a T because there was no way I was turning this down. If Rodney was going to kill me, I just hoped he'd wait till I had the chance to avoid disappointing his sister. Suddenly I understood his willingness to let her watch, and I thought I was a perv! I swallowed hard.

"That, that is a lot to take in. I, I think I need to think about it." I waved a hand at her. "Not because I am dubious or anything but just to figure out how to make this work, with Mrs. Honeywell and everything." 

I could have swallowed the bait, hook and all but I thought, after my experience with D. Debra to keep my particular arrangement with Alissa private for the moment. The only thing I had to do was pick which of my MILFs I wanted to add to the tableau Ahmay had just painted for me. 

"I, yes, I, those things should be no problem." No problem! How is that the right phrase? I felt like I was looking under Lady Liberty's skirts. 

"I like you, Sonny..."

"I like you too, Ahmay."

"Call me May. Just May. Only Rodney calls me Ahmay because, well Mrs. Honeywell and my Aunt...okay everyone calls me that but my name is May. Rodney always teases...but I am digressing." She grinned. "See, I know big words too!" 

I had no response. I knew what "digressing" meant.

"Listen. I like you and I know all this, it will take some time. I was thinking maybe we could date, you know, like we were going out. See if what we feel for each other is real." Her eyes blinked rapidly. "You do feel it, don't you, Sonny? I mean, it isn't just me, is it?"

I heard the incipient panic in her, the feeling of striding confidently onto stage only to realize your skirt is tucked neatly into your pantyhose behind you. "No, Ahmay, I mean May, I do feel it too. I confess that the idea of joining you in bed seems wonderful to me. The rest, the rest I need to figure out but yes, of course. Anything. I, you are a beautiful woman, Ah...May, and I, yes, we'll go out." 

I had a terrible moment of vertigo, like I got all the time when the sexual landscape shifted around me and I saw myself flying face first into a new pussy. She had basically said, let's go out, I promise we'll fuck but let's play like we are just dating. It was a whole new game of hide the pickle, and I was unsure about the rules. 

I glanced at the clock. "Shit I have to go." I got up. 

Ahmay, May grasped my hand, her cool skin finally touching mine. God, her cool skin felt scorching hot on my hand, a contradiction I know but I just calls them as I sees them. "Sonny, if you see Rodney, call me May and he'll, he'll know everything is fine. I never correct that with anyone else. I want to be just May to you so when you whisper in my ear that you want to take me to bed, call me May and I promise I will let you have whatever you wish." 

I smiled at her and dashed for class, her assurance crammed in my pants like I was stealing link sausages from a street vender. I was late and got a glare from the professor. Fuck me, I was erect as a hairpin. I thought the whole class could see my bulge when I shuffled to my seat. 

I was right, the class let out early but with homework. I had about forgotten about life as a student. I felt like a professional fucker, as much pussy as I had crowded into my holiday. For a poor middle classed boy from the suburbs, I had a pretty good vacation. 

I was on the way to the Pizza place when Alissa called again. 

"Thank god, you're out of class?"

"Almost there." I was distracted, thinking of doing Alissa while May watched. Fuck me runnin' what a thought! Alissa had said something. "What?"

"Hurry. I don't know how much longer I can stall." 

"Stall?" I looked at phone and found I was talking to the hand, my hand. Fucker must have gotten lonely, since he got no work for a few months. I grinned but then I saw the limo. Shit. When Alissa said she sent a car she wasn't kidding. 

The ride downtown was hair raising. The guy driving drove like they were chasing him and serious. When we got there he handed me a form to sign tapping the square for a tip as he told me to check the time. 

"Before three like the lady asked." 

I shrugged and gave him fifty bucks for a tip. 

"Thanks, buddy. I'll remember you, dog." 

I got out and went up. I arrived in the lobby of Pepper's et. al. and found Clara Swearington sitting there. She looked positively disheveled, worried even. 

"Thank god, you're here." She said in a loud stage whisper. "I'll take you back." 

I followed her back into the bowels of the office and ended up in a big conference room full of people, some I recognized like Bickerstaff and Kline, Alissa of course, and some I didn't. Alissa saw me approaching through the glass and met me at the door. She looked just like Clara, frazzled. A strand of her now kinky black hair trailed across her face and she seemed totally unaware. Being the prick I am, I thought it made her look damn sexy and I was all eager and shit to tell her May's terms. 

"Thank god, Sonny, come in." She grasped my elbow and tugged me into the room. "He's here. Just like I said." 

I had no idea what the fuck was going on. 

"This is Sonny Duncan. See? Real. Now can we get on with things?" 

I scanned the room and got a definite hostile vibration. A woman stood looking out the window and I swear she looked like every female proportion had been accented beyond reason. Her back to us showed an ass that bulged behind her like two couch cushions. Her breasts pulled her profile forward almost as much as her ass pulled her lower body backwards. Her legs were thick, but her waist was tiny by comparison, almost to the point that her mighty thighs appeared nearly as large as that waist. Plus, she wore a tight, blue dress that clung to her like bark to an aspen. I stared at her ass. 

"Who do you say this is?" That woman spoke, her voice cut through the murmuring of the room. 

"Sonny Duncan, like on the deed." 

Ah, the apartment, I thought. 

"Do you have identification young man?" 

"Depends." I shot back. "Who the fuck are you?" 

The woman looked like I had either slapped her face or squeezed her wondrous ass, no, she looked like I had done both and could not decide which one she liked more. 

"Such language!" She sniffed. 

I almost said, "Such an ass!" But I restrained myself. "I beg your pardon, ma'am, you caught me by surprise. Sensual women make me hostile when they are rude." 

There was that look again, all confusion and mixed feelings now overlaid with a patina of frank irritation. 

"I am Mrs. Wilfred Kline..." She got that far but Alissa cut in. 

"You are the ex-Mrs. Wilfred Kline, Becky, let's not confuse anyone. And Becky, don't get snotty. Your name is on the deed with Wilfred's and so you are liable for fraud just like he is. You need to calm down."

Fraud? Suddenly, my chest unpuffed a little and I felt my cock deflate. The little guy had reared up right to attention when the woman before me said her name. Hadn't Sid insisted that I fuck her? For the sake of the business? Holy shit! What an ass! I feared I'd have to get extensions to fuck her from behind with a rump like that. I think I was immediately in love, well, in lust at least and yes, partly because I knew she was a sure thing. Sometimes we just don't know what we think we know, do we?

"Perhaps introductions would be best. For the boy's sake, at least." 

I knew that voice. It was Wilfred Kline, his voice sounded like a weasel wrapped with cat gut, whatever that would sound like. Whiny, nasal, snotty, and tremulous all mashed into a gooey audio mess. 

"This is my ex-wife Rebecca Kline and our daughter, Lovely. This is my present wife, Portia. Ladies, this is Mr. Sonny Duncan who represents Sid Kingston in this affair."

"And Mr. Peppers." Alissa added. "There are some provisions that Mr. Kingston and Mr. Peppers have agreed must be satisfied in order for Mr. Kingston to agree to make this matter of the apartment disappear without consequences for you all or Mr. Bickerstaff. Becky, please sit down while I explain what has happened." 

After a snarling hesitation, the woman did. I longed to be her chair. 

Alissa gestured to a couch near the door, not even a seat at the table, and I sat down. She proceeded to review what I came to understand to be the situation as she understood it. Everyone listened while she laid out the situation in more detail than I remember. 

Basically, Bickerstaff and Kline had embezzled money from the partnership to purchase the apartment and then used fraudulent billings to make the payments and pay the management fees. Both had obtained their ex-wives' signatures to make the purchase appear as a personal purchase. In addition, this was the liquidation of Kline's prior divorce, which Rebecca Kline had determined included a share of the apartment. Her insistence on including it in unwinding their marriage had led to this tete a tete which put everyone in jeopardy, a point Alissa kept coming back to. 

"So, just so everyone is clear," Alissa glared at Becky Kline, "if we cannot resolve this matter today, Mr. Kingston has the right to withdraw his business from this firm, at which point Mr. Peppers will file suit against you, Mr. Bickerstaff and you, Mr. Kline and have you both arrested for fraud and embezzlement. If that happens, Mrs. Kline, all of the financial holdings in the trust that the divorce setup will be frozen until such time as reparations are made for the lost capital and damages as awarded by arbitration are paid. By my estimate, if you do not sign this deal Mrs. Kline, you and your daughter would receive in the neighborhood of eighty-thousand dollars over the next ten years."

"Fuck." Mrs. Rebecca Kline swore. "After all the years I put in..."

"Now, Becky, we agreed not to quarrel." Wilfred Kline whined. 

"Fuck you, Willy and you too, Mrs. Honeywell. Just tell me what I have to do to get my money so I can leave." 

Alissa sighed. "As I explained, there is a provision that Mr. Kingston insists be satisfied to Mr. Duncan's satisfaction." 

I felt her eyes on me. God, it was like laser eyes in a comic book and I was the hero, the hero with a hardon, it turned out, because I had a sneaking suspicion I knew what Alissa was about to say. 

"Just what is this provision?" Becky Kline asked, her voice scything the air. 

"Mr. Duncan, why don't you explain your instructions from Mr. Kingston." 

Oh shit. Really? Really? What a pussy! Oh, well, yes. 

"Mr. Duncan." Alissa turned to look at me and she smiled sweetly but I saw a tiny glint of revenge in her eyes. I had definitely neglected her. I stood up. Suddenly a calm came over me. A vision of Sid Kingston fucking my own mother with his monster cock played past my eyes, and I felt that chill I felt when his timpani voice interrupted me fucking his wife. 

"Mrs. Kline, you are divorced now, but from what I just heard, you still have a financial interest in Wilfred's partnership in this law firm, correct?"

Startled by my calm, the woman nodded. 

I looked at Mr. Kline. "You agreed with Sid Kingston when we met in Mrs. Honeywell's office to his terms? Nice to see you again, Wilfred, hello, again." 

Wilfred Kline nodded mutely, sweating like he was getting a rectal exam from a nurse with long finger nails. 

I nodded. I looked at the other two women in the room, "You are Mrs. Portia Kline?" I address a young black woman, not more than a few years older than me. She was slender, beautiful with long legs and perfectly proportioned tits. She had not spoken since I arrived and she said nothing now, but nodded. "And you are Becky and Wilfred's daughter, right? Lovely Kline?" I addressed the white girl next to Mrs. Kline, the present Mrs. Kline.

This girl looked about my age, maybe a year either way. She smiled shyly and nodded. Jesus, she looked stupid, took after her father not her firebrand mother but she was slender and had tits as big as her mother's on a frame as lean as a ten speed. I kept wondering if she was going to topple over onto her tits. The fall could not hurt her but the bounce afterward might do damage. I don't mean to be mean but she had the airy look of a young girl with a mammoth bust that says, "I am trying to ignore the fact that you are staring at my tits and will act as if they aren't huge, so please don't stare!" Her hair matched Becky's in tint but was long and lank and fell down to the middle of her back in wispy strands, airy like her manner. 

I nodded. 

I realized everyone was waiting on me and that caught me off guard. The silence had stretched and I had to speak so I did, just saying clearly and plainly what they were there to hear. 

"In order to resolve this matter, you three women must agree to have sex with me as I wish till I am finished using you. And I will use you. Those are the terms and lest you think you are singled out for special attention, Mr. Bickerstaff's current wife has already submitted to my attentions, thank you for that Mr. Bickerstaff, you have a lovely wife, she is a delightful woman and an enthusiastic lay. Oh, and so we all understand each other, both of these men have had various other liaisons all of who have been surrendered to me and at least two of them have been fucked for their complicity in servicing these two gentlemen under duress. Their affections have been transferred to me and so far, they have not regretted it." 

I stopped and waited. 

Predictably, Becky Kline was the first to speak and she spluttered when she did. "I don't believe you for one minute and there is no way I will ever have sex with some young buck like you, handsome though your are, to help my husband out of a mess he created himself!" She stared defiantly at me. 

I shrugged. "My work here is done. See ya'll around." 

"No, please, wait. Becky, honey, stop and think a minute. This, this will ruin me, us, you. If, if you don't agree to do this, Mr. Kingston refuses to continue as our client, he will publish his audit findings and this partnership will collapse. I could go to jail." 

"So what? You think I care?" She nearly launched into a new set of invectives but Alissa interrupted.

"Becky, calm down. Or don't. If Wilfred is indicted, you will be wearing stripes just like he will, or orange I guess it is now and with your figure, I doubt you'll look good in either." 

Lovely Kline giggled, a wet spurt that earned her a harsh look from her mother. 

Becky Kline took a huge breath and issued a sigh, that sounded impressive. "I am sorry," she said, sounding completely reasonable. "I do not believe any of this. I think it is a swindle and I refuse to listen to any more talk about copulation being involved in this. I came without representation because you asked me to but this is too much."

"Becky, honey," Wilfred Kline began, wheedling from the start but she cut him off.

"Don't call me that, Willy, those days are gone. I'd sooner knock boots with Mr. Duncan than let you touch me again!" 

"Fine." His voice changed and the transformation was so remarkable I had to look twice to see if he was still the one talking. He suddenly sounded like the attorney he was. "Becky, listen to me. I watched this young man have sex with Mrs. Honeywell and then another woman with Mr. Kingston, oh, and Mrs. Kingston, Sid's wife, she sucked his cock, right in the room with us. I assure you, this is not a joke. I and Bicky, we both checked and Sid Kingston is famous for including sex with his business partners' women as part of his business dealings. I assure you, this is no setup. You have to have sex with this young man, now, here today and then he will sign these papers that change our fraud into a prior business transaction. It is the only way our partnerships remain intact." 




Extending the MILF List Ch. 08



"And you both stay out of jail." Alissa added archly, doing her attorney persona too. 

Becky shook her head. "I don't believe you. You're a liar!" She looked at Alissa. "That never happened! Tell me he's lying! How can you let him do this to us?" 

Alissa was caught off guard and for once appeared flustered and wordless. 

"Maybe she should show us. They could do it right here, prove it happened by doing it again." Lovely Kline spoke in her breathy, don't-look-at-my-big-huge-tits voice. It was like Mr. Freeze zapped the entire room. Absolutely no one moved. 

Finally, after an extremely long silence. Becky Kline looked at me, then at Alissa. "I think that's a perfect idea. You want me to have sex with him, prove that it happened. Let him have sex with you while we all watch." The look of triumph on her face clearly indicated she thought she had hit on the perfect pin to burst this swindler's bubble. 

I wanted to inform the former Mrs. Kline that she had just bet all her clothes and her considerable ass on a losing proposition but on reflection, decided a little demonstration might be fun. Since Alissa showed a hint of willfulness in my regard, it might be just the thing to put the toothpaste back into the tube with her, and get her back on her knees, so to speak. 

Alissa looked back at me and her chin lifted a bit. 

I smiled. "Mrs. Honeywell, I do believe your bluff has been called. Since you and Mrs. Kline are all in, I suggest you decide if you will accommodate her challenge and revert to what you are to me. I must insist that you prove your charge to this woman. It seems most reasonable." 

Alissa looked back and forth between the former Mrs. Kline and me. My eyes never left her cleavage. About the third time she tried to get my attention for a stern glare for my benefit, she realized I wasn't kidding. On of her hands moved to cover her cleavage, fluttering into my pointed stare. "Oh!" She whispered, and suddenly the attorney was gone and she stood before me as my obedient servant, looking for direction. Mr. Cock was ready. 

I stood up. 

Alissa nodded. "Close the shutters, will you." 

No one moved, so I did and did. The office beyond the windows disappeared as I went from window to window, lowered and closed the blinds. I turned to Becky. "If I fuck her, will you be content?" My evil little head was becoming active. "Or do you want to see me fuck them all? All the women I have had so far in pursuit of Mr. Kingston's wishes?" 

I think she thought I was offering her a life line. She did not see the hook. She leaped at it and bit down hard. 

"Of course I want to see them all. Right here. Right now. You want me to submit to this sort of arrangement and I will but only if you fah, fah, fuck them all right here. Right now." 

She was learning. Her voice trembled around the word "fuck" and her chin was not thrust out quite so far as before. Tits were. Ass, too. Chin, not so far. I bet her body was just realizing she had bet the farm and that included the country pussy. 

I nodded. "Alissa. You first. No, wait, please ask Miss Collier to join us and Mrs. Swearington too." I looked at Bickerstaff. "Why don't you ask Dannielle to join us. She is part of this and it might make Becky a little more compliant if she saw your wife bent over this table." He snuffled and snorted and left the room, phone to his ear.

Becky Kline looked positively sick. 

I looked at her, "Listen, Mrs. Kline, I have no wish to humiliate you or force you to do anything you do not want to do. You have the right to refuse because as you say, this could be just talk. I will even call Mrs. Kingston to join us and I will undress them all and copulate with each of them in turn. You can watch. If you feel that this is beyond your willingness, I will go and Alissa and the others can unravel this mess. Your choice. 

"If you agree, however, I am going to ask your daughter and the present Mrs. Kline to participate. They are, after all, part of the terms. I will do my part in good faith, I just ask that you watch and consider if it is too much to submit to this condition for everyone's sake, your own most of all. But Mrs. Kline, I only want to have sex with you if you want to have sex with me at that moment. My advice, get yourself ready because I am going to require that you watch me fuck them all. You asked for it, now shut up and watch it happen." 

Alissa had left and returned with Ellen Collier. 

I felt a little bad about boning her behind Sammy's back but I figured once I cleared the way with Alissa, something else I had to add to my list, he'd owe me. This was just prepayment. 

"Hi Sonny. What are you doing here?" Ellen asked, curiosity in her voice. 

Clara Swearington shouldered in the door behind her, pushing her out of the way. She was grinning like the cat that ate the canary, her billows of blond hair seemed to light up the room, like she was a big ball of tits and sunshine. 

"Alissa said to come in and see you, Mr. Duncan." She seemed utterly unconcerned about the other people in the room. Mr. Bickerstaff returned and Alissa arrived behind him. Her tight, form-hugging straight business skirt was gone, replaced by a cream colored midi that swished when she walked. It clashed in style with her business jacket and silk blouse. The midi would be much easier to lift up. It screamed accessibility and conscious accessibility, even inviting it, like a white angle suit before baptism. 

Rebecca Kline stared at Alissa's lower body, fixated on the transformation. The first hint that maybe she had gambled on a pair of two's glinted in her fierce eyes. 

Alissa closed the door. "I called Mrs. Kingston. She is on the way. I explained you wanted her. She said she'd be here in a twenty or thirty minutes." 

I rubbed my hands together, "Fine, let's get started." That felt so awkward, so off, I dropped the pose and looked around the room. I felt like I should say something but had not a word in mind. I looked at Clara and she smiled that voracious, carnivorously sexual smile she perfected and used, the one that said she'd eat her young for a good fuck. 

I walked over to her, took one of her hands gently in mine and led her to the table. Portia and Lovely moved their chairs away from the table, scooting them back to the wall. Bickerstaff had returned and moved the other three chairs out of the way, clearing the table length facing the door. Becky Kline sat across the table from me and Wilfred Kline sat at the other end on her side. 

I turned Clara to the table, facing Becky Kline. I put my hands on her hips. "You were fucking Mr. Bickerstaff, right, Miss Swearington?"

She nodded. "But now I only have sex with you." 

"Or whoever I tell you to have sex with?"

She nodded dumbly. She trembled, like her body was ready to be bred and impatience rattled through her. 

I was watching Becky's face past the blond fluff and the look said it all. Her face was a mask that said "I cannot believe this is happening." Frankly, I felt the same way. An infusion of energy roared in me and I felt the same thrill I had felt in Alissa's office with Sid and Mom, Melissa, Annie and Alissa. But this time I had a much larger audience. 

I glanced at Ellen who was looking around at us like we were preparing to eat her, I mean like cannibals at a potluck supper sort of eating, not that other way. She had that "fight or flight" look on her face, not the "when is it my turn" sort of expression. 

For my part, all I could think about was the challenge of fucking seven women right in a row without making a mess of things, literally and figuratively. Alissa looked positively horrified but resolved, or perhaps resigned. After all, I was doing this to help her. It seemed her whole professional position in life depended on having sex with me at that moment as the leverage to get what she needed from Mrs. Kline the former. 

"Miss Swearington..."

"Call me Clara. I like that so much better."

"Clara, I am going to have sex with you because Mrs. Kline, the first Mrs. Kline does not believe I have fucked whom we say I have fucked. Part of her situation means she has to fuck me when I say, how I say and where I say. She says I am lying. That I haven't fucked you and others. So she is going to see with her own eyes that you and the others are willing to fuck me and have fucked me." 

Clara giggled. She had no good sense at all. I liked that about her. "Will you kiss me first, at least? I like a kiss to start with." 

"Of course." I lifted my hands from her hips and the woman turned immediately before me and molded her voluptuous body against mine. I kissed her and she kissed me. I found my hands on Clara's lean sides and consciously moved them down to her plush ass, squeezing it hard. She ground her crotch on the arch of my thigh, making unsubtle little fucking movements. 

I broke the kiss, feeling the confusion in my body because of the awareness of the audience tangled up with the sensations of her body against me and her lips on mine. I kissed her again, closing my eyes and focusing, fixing my attention on seducing this woman. She writhed in my arms. 

"Oh Christ." Someone said. I thought it was Portia Kline because the voice sounded new but I could not be sure. I was not focusing so missed it. I was focusing, however, on the dress Clara wore. She had the tight business skirt on similar to Alissa's, but a showy pink but straight so that it hugged her frame. I guess business attire means something that makes a fast fuck difficult, but demands the commitment involved in removing it. 

While I kissed Clara, my hands sought and found the zippers and snaps on each side of her skirt, running down each hip. I unsnapped her skirt and slowly pulled each zipper down till the skirt waffled around her. Clara's mouth opened and the kiss smoked up into flames. Her tongue snaked into my mouth and my snaked right back. We writhed together for a moment till she arched her back and the loose skirt slipped off the ridge of her waist. 

"Oh my god." That was surely Becky. 

I released Clara and she leaned away from me, a silly smile on her face, but her eyes shown. It was like she was high. I think the audience enthralled her and excited her beyond measure and she was loopy from the sensation. Her skirt hung for a moment on her hips and then slithered down her lean legs to the floor. 

She wore a half-slip which I pulled off her hips. She stood with her hands on my shoulders. I pulled it down, crouching before her breasts to move it off her hips and down to her knees. 

"Stop. Stop. I'll sign. I do whatever you want to do." Becky said, her voice tight, almost squeaking. 

I stood up and turned Clara around. She wore thigh-highs and conservative panties. "Mrs. Kline, may I call you Becky?" I stopped, clearly waiting for an answer. While I waited, I worked Clara's panties off her hips, exposing her pussy to the world. 

"Yes. Of course. Please stop. Don't do that. I don't want to see this!"

"Mrs. Kline the first, its is either her, or you, your daughter and Mrs. Kline the second. If you want this to stop. Come kiss me and tell everyone you wish me to fuck you. Then I will." 

She stared at me, then slowly shook her head. "I can't." She whispered tightly. 

I shrugged. I moved a hand up to Clara's breasts and squeezed one then the other through top and bra and then smoothed it down her pulsing body to her pussy. She was damp with anticipation. I ran a finger down her furrow and up again, over and over till she wiggled in my arms and a dribble of fluid emerged from her thrumming body. 

I pushed my finger into her. Clara gasped and jerked, her hips poking forwards, jamming my probe into her body. Her pussy clinched on my finger and I wriggled it around, making a wet sloshing sound in the suddenly sepulcher room. I leaned against Clara's back, pulling her back against me. I whispered in her ear. "Ask for it." I said softly. 

"Uh, oh please, Sonny. Fuck me!" 

Not eloquent but perfectly adequate. I craned me head around her and looked at Becky. "I think you misunderstand. This is not all about you. Oh, yes, you have to watch because when I am done, you will decide what happens next. Do you surrender your body to me or do you crush yourself and everyone else that matters or mattered to you? In the meantime, this woman wishes to be fucked." To punctuate my words, I pressed a hand between her shoulder blades. 

Clara's high sexual IQ registered properly my intentions and she bent over. She lay down onto the table like a settling blanket onto a made bed. She turned her head to the right. She seemed perfectly comfortable, at ease bent over a table in the office. "Do you want to take off my blouse?" 

I hesitated. God, I did but I demurred. Seven women had to take my cock so I needed to keep a cock for them to take. Conserve, conserve, conserve, I thought. Does that make me a conservative? 

Clara was trembling, the anticipation roiling through her on waves of adrenalin. I moved back a half step and unhooked my belt. The buckle clanked in the silence. Clara hissed, sucking air past her teeth as a counter melody. I unzipped my fly and that sound seemed unnaturally loud in the silence. I uncovered my cock, shoving my pants and briefs down to my knees. I shuffled forward, bending my cock so that its dripping end touched the bare back of Clara's leg. 

She flinched, jerking hard when she felt it on her skin. I put my hands on her ass and adjusted her, opened her and revealed her pussy. 

"He's going to do it." There was that voice again. "He is going to fuck her!" Even though the voice was strange, I heard the fascinated amazement in it. 

I did. I positioned the end of my cock at Clara's entrance, questing through the folds of her pursed pussy and finding it, entered her. 

"Oh god, yes!" She hissed, "He is fucking me!" Her voice lowered a couple of octaves to a sensual contralto. "Oh god, he feels so good inside me!" Her head lifted in front of me. "His cock, uh, his cock is, uh, in me." She grunted.

I pulled back and rammed my cock into her again. She bucked and wheezed with the impact of her hips and legs against her ass. Clara kept her head up and after a moment, I assume I saw Rebecca Kline's eyes shift from me to meet the blond woman's gaze. 

"Stop it. I surrender." Becky Kline said, biting off the words. 

I looked up from the blond woman bent before me. "What do you surrender?" I asked, staring directly into her eyes. I give her credit, she met my gaze with an intense one of her own. I could not tell the source of the intensity but I felt something was stirring in her, something she did not want me to know about. A guy can hope, can't he? What an ass! 

"Don't do this. Stop. Let her go." 

"Do you want me to stop?" I said, wondering who would answer. Clara immediately shook her head. Her pussy writhed around my cock, massaging me by clinching and relaxing over and over. God but she felt good. 

I pulled out of her. I patted her back. "You can go, Clara. Thank you." 

For a few moments she did not move. I think everyone else stopped breathing. Finally, she straightened, picked up her shed clothing and moved away from the table. She pulled up her skirt, settled her appearance and walked out with the slip and panties bunched in one hand. 

I looked at Becky, questions in my eyes. "Well? Are you ready? Do you want to go next? If you do, it is only the first time. It will be an admission, and agreement that you are going to make your body available to me as I wish, when I wish, where I wish." Her head was shaking so I shrugged and turned, away from her, my glistening cock bouncing before me. 

I saw the immediate terror in Ellen's eyes so I pointed at Alissa. "Mrs. Honeywell, if you please, come suck my cock. Clean me off for Miss Collier, will you?" 

Alissa moved easily, no reservation in her motion, by now the shift from attorney to sex machine was fluid and seamless. The earth mother midi twitched and jumped as her hips swished back and forth. She knelt before me, steadying herself with one hand, took my cock between a thumb and forefinger. I realized that Becky was behind me and could not see clearly and was about to twist about when I glanced at Lovely and Portia and saw their faces. Both were transfixed, some sort of rapture showing clearly in their eyes. 

I left Alissa to it, her intense eyes on my shining cock, hidden from Rebecca Kline. She licked around the head, kissed it and then sucked in into her mouth. Back and forth her head bobbed, cleaning me with her lush lips. A film formed around her mouth and she stopped sucking me to lick it off with her tongue. She made to return my cock to her mouth and I was sorely tempted. Seven, I thought, seven. At that moment, someone tapped on the door and it opened. 

Dannielle Bickerstaff slipped inside. Ellen's face went through several changes, ending with a deep flush, nearly the color of her short red hair. 

"Oh, I see." Dannielle said. "Sonny, how are you." She smiled, her voluptuous lips parting. She moved to sit down but I signed for her to come closer instead. Alissa got up and moved out of the way. 

"Mrs. Bickerstaff, thank for coming, but oh, you haven't yet." Cheap, very cheap. "I wonder if you would mind laying down on the table." 

She did not hesitate. She moved past me and assumed the same position that Clara had been in minutes before she arrived. 

"God, really? Are you really going to do them all?" Becky looked at me now, her face had a fixed look of shock and disbelief on it. Her pupils contracted to the size of the heads of pins. 

I nodded. "Them or you. Your decision. Take off that dress and you can stop the rest." 

Her mouth worked but she did not move. 

Dannielle wore a fluffy blue skirt that ended at the knees. I pulled it up, exposing her hips and ass. She wore a tiny thong, a garter belt and black stockings. The straps lined her legs in four places, accenting her full thighs. With finger and thumb, I delicately moved the string of her thong out of the cleft of her pussy, pushing it to one side. She shuddered. She was wet, completely sopped with her inner approval of her situation. I placed my cock at her pussy and scrapped it along the furrow. 

"Oh god." Dannielle whispered. 

"Dannielle, please tell Mrs. Kline the first that you will have sex with me anytime I wish." 

"Oh yes, please, now. Please, please wish to fuck me now! I, yes, any time you call, I will come and then come as often as you wish. Oh god, I am so excited!" She sounded astonished at her own babbling response. 

I entered her. Just the head of my cock at first, insinuated through the pillars of her pussy bulging between the cheeks of her ass. Then deeper, slowly into her slick depths. I moved side to side as I penetrated her throbbing body, prying her open, like she was an overripe peach, shoving into her the thing she desired so much. 

Dannielle grunted and pushed back. Her legs were longer than Clara's and I slid directly into her body. She arched her back and I rammed my cock home, like a tamping rod down the barrel of a cannon. I gripped her hips and shoved into her till we were sealed together. I stopped.

"Oh no, don't stop." Dannielle cried. "Fuck me, for god's sake!" Her tinny, accented voice made the only sound in the room. 

"Yes, fuck her." That voice again. I resolved to glance in that direction next time I heard it to verify who was speaking. I looked down the back of the beautiful woman in whom I had planted my cock, looking directly at Beck Kline. 

Shall I?" I asked softly, eyes meeting Becky's.

"Shall you what?" Becky asked, her voice strong once more. 

"Fuck her. Like she wants. Do you want to see my cock scraping the sides of her pussy and slamming deep into her body?" 




Extending the MILF List Ch. 09



Fitting the MILFs into Sonny's Harem

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My class was late the next day so I woke after Tawny was gone. I decided right then to find Georgia's car at the airport and bring it back home. If they were gone for another week, it made no sense to be riding the fucking bus. 

It took the rest of the afternoon and part of the evening to get out to the airport and get the car home again. I liked knowing I had wheels though, unsexy as the sedan was. I could have asked one of the guys for a ride but I decided to ride the metro and just be alone. I still scoped out the pussy, impaneled under winter coats and hose and the like. I had a problem to work out, several actual, so the time on mass transit was both stimulating and contemplative. 

My god but my plate was full of pussy. Is that a mixed metaphor? What a fucking mixture, I say and I am not complaining but keeping my dick out of the mixer was the issue. Thank god, Georgia and Dalia were gone or I'd have been in way over my head. God, my sisters wanted to fuck my friends. 

My phone rang on the bus. It was Landon.

"Dude, dude, you have got to do something about my mother!" 

"Your mother?" 

"After, after the other night, when you bailed and we all fucked Annie instead of mom, she won't leave us alone. She has crowded into bed every night this week and whenever she can, she goes down on Darlene. I mean, god, its hot, having your mother fucking us, my mother, I mean, but, well..." Landon stuttered.

"Darlene complained." I offered.

"No, well, yes, sort of. She, she just said she liked having me to herself that other night and, well, she wanted more of just us, you know, alone."

"Without Kyla." I grunted. "How is that my problem?" 

Landon hissed. "Dude, it isn't. I know you have been getting plenty of pussy, from what Chris and Sammy tell me but, dude, if you could figure out a way to get mom out of our hair, just for a while, till Darlene gets past this, this, she is feeling really crowded and Mom is so sweet, so impossible to turn down..."

"You want me to turn her down for you?" 

"Well, yeah." 

"Tell Darlene she owes me." 

"What?" Landon said.

"Tell Darlene that her body is mine some time, some perfect time when I can plunder her the way she likes without you knowing. It will be our secret." 

Landon was silent. Finally he snorted. "Some fucking secret. You just told me." 

"I know. Tickles a little, don't it. Look, Landon, you assigned me the task of making the MILF list..."

"Because none of us imagined that Mrs. Duncan, Cici, would be so easy, er, willing to fuck you, or us, for that matter." Landon interjected.

"...and now you want me to manage your own mother for you. I'll do it but Chris, he handed something like this off to me too. It cost him. He, god, he wanted to dominate his mother and I gave her away to Sean."

"And now he's fucking Tawny." Landon injected again.

I nodded. "Yes, but I think Tawny's actually fucking him."

"Have you ever heard from Jeb? His dad? That night when he caught us, I mean, I thought...I don't know what I thought would happen but I figured there would be consequences to that." 

"I haven't heard from Mr. Wills, no. You asked me to help, you have to give me something and I want Darlene's agreement that she'll come when I call." I meant to phrase my intention exactly like that.

Landon laughed in spite of himself. 

"I am not being mean or exploiting the situation. You aren't the only one of my friends to seek aid in arranging their pussy terrain to their satisfaction. I just need everyone to know that if they get my help, I get a pound of flesh."

"You mean a pound of pussy?"

"No, I mean I get to pound some pussy." 

Landon laughed. "I get it. If we all keep putting you in the middle of things, then, then eventually you will get crunched. I get it. I'll, I'll talk to Darlene about it. She might think having Mom cornering her in the kitchen and going down on her all the time isn't so bad."

"Fuck you, Landon." I growled. He hung up.

He called back while I was driving home. "Darlene says, if you call, she'll come. Several times. Owww!" 

"I'm driving, fucking leave me alone." I said and hung up. The situation was coming clear to me. Not fully but I had an idea. God, what a good idea!

I got home and ate a burger I'd picked up. 

Tawny came home and we went to bed in our own rooms but about midnight she came into my room and tried to slip inside the covers with me. 

I got up and led her into Mom's bedroom. I had studied the last few hours but was already behind. I woke in the night, horny as hell. Tawny was cuddled up beside me, her ass against my side. I moved away, pushed on her hip so she rolled onto her back. I groped between her legs, finding her pussy, she only wore a light chemise to bed, no panties. I began rubbing her pussy. 

She stirred, mumbling in her sleep. A couple minutes of careful stroking and she welled up like a desert spring. I slipped a finger past the lips of her pussy. My sister groaned in her sleep, mumbling and shifting her ass around on the mattress. I twiddled with her pussy for a while and finally pushed her legs apart and got between them. 

"Sonny?" Tawny said, drowsy but awake. 

"I'll just be a minute." I whispered. 

She giggled a little. "Take your time. I'll, I'll just enjoy it." She arched up and kissed my cheek while I was fitting my cock into her body, her knees butterflied out beside us. She groaned as I thrust into her, steadily pushing deep. Despite her idea of just laying still, her ass rocked with me as I pumped into her. 

"Mmmm." She whispered. "Cock in the night. How wonderful!" 

I felt my orgasm lashing out. I rammed into her harder, going to my elbows so I could grasp her ass. I ground us together and exploded, pouring cum into her pussy. I grunted, I groaned, I came and came. I must have been a little backed up. When the torrent passed, I lay on her for a moment till she grunted, pushing me away. 

We slept. 

I got up with her the next morning and made a pass at her while she was putting make up. She rebuffed me to keep from being late to work. I asked why she wasn't sleeping with Chris and she said that Sean was over doing Laura and it made her nervous. 

I didn't explore any further. I wasn't ready to broach that particular subject. 

The rest of the week dropped hard on me. Two classes assigned big projects that had to be done before spring break. I had the feeling that if I put them off, I'd get swamped by pussy and just give up, so I set to work to get them done, or nearly so as quickly as possible. Fuck me, truth be told, I needed a fucking break. Literally. 

I saw Sammy and Chris on campus but we had no time to talk. Thursday night, Sean called. He was whispering. "Sonny? Sonny? I, I can't talk long. I did like you said, I brought Laura over and walked her right past Mom. I thought Mom was going to have a cow. She followed me up stairs and asked to speak with me, you know, privately. She asked me what the fuck I thought I was doing bringing that woman back to our house. I just grinned and shrugged. She stamped downstairs. What did you tell her we were doing? I, I know you fucked Annie on our table, she said something about that when she was in the bag that night. But, why is she so worried?"

"Don't you worry about it. Keep at it. Act like you are addicted to Mrs. Wills pussy."

"No problem. Not acting even a little bit. I think I am hooked. Who wouldn't be."

"She's better than your Mom, then?" I chided lightly.

"I don't know. Wait till I fuck Mom and I'll let you know." 

I grunted. Good answer. The fucker was literal and did not seem to get irony or sarcasm. 

"So? Keep bringing Laura here? Keep fucking her?" 

"Right. Call me whenever she is there and your Mom is there. Eventually I think the time will be right." 

"Shit, Mom's back." He was gone. I could imagine that conversation. I grinned. I could see Lydia Favors in my fucking future. 

I worked on the projects the whole weekend and made progress. I was holding my breath. I knew at some point, one of my other projects, my pussy projects would demand attention and I'd be in trouble. 

Georgia told us she thought they be back the next week or the week after, latest. When she returned, I decided I had to have my projects done. I had the feeling she was going to need attention and a lot of it. So I was a good little boy and did my school work, or should I say, like a responsible, accountable adult? 

I got a curious call from D. Debra on Monday. 

"Haven't seen you around campus."

"Have you been looking?" I asked, unnerved by her launching into a conversation without even saying 'hi'. 

"You have some interesting friends." She said. "I am ready to meet some more." 

I hesitated. "Okay. Let me work on that for you." 

"You do that and Sonny, I miss your mouth on my pussy. I mean, you eat me real good. I like it." 

"I'll be in touch."

"Oh wait, Sonny, I am auditioning for a play. I was signing up and I saw your friend Chris there. He saw me and turned a pretty shade of pink. I promise I won't fuck him unless you are in the room with us. He was signing up to audition too. Is he any good?"

"Acting? I think he has been acting every day of his life. I only just recently saw him out of character." 

"Well, I hope he gets a part. When you start a play, it is always fun to figure out which guys are safe because they are gay and which guys you can tease because they aren't. Your little friend has advantages of both. I can tease him because, well, I already fucked him and so I know he fucks and he knows I fuck. There is no drama left and everyone knows how much theater people love fucking drama." 

I had to laugh. "No chance for poor Chris?" 

"Oh, I didn't say that. It might be fun to fuck him when he isn't so scared or distracted by your sister!" D. Debra laughed like a hyena and hung up. Weird.

Tawny began to sleep over at Chris'. I felt odd about that, knowing about it and all. She came by the house and rebuffed me when I tried to kiss her. I was all backed up. 

"Chris, he, he is going down on me a lot and, and I don't want him to taste you in me. We both know if you kiss me, you'll have me on my back in a cricket's whistle. So back off, Jack!" She giggled. "I am sure we'll find time. We are brother and sister, after all. I'll always be around."

"But I may not always be this horny!" I complained whining like a bitch. She laughed in my face.

"Oh, Sonny, why does Chris keep his basement locked." 

"Haven't you been down there?" I asked.

Her face screwed up. She shook her head. "I tried the door one time and he got upset. I asked him what was down there he didn't want me to see and he just told me I might find out and I might not." 

"I wouldn't press him on it. Just go look if you're curious. Those inner door locks are easy to pick."

"He put a lock and key on it. I mean with a real deadbolt and everything. He is really weird about it."

"You don't know the half of it." 

"And you do? Tell me!" 

"Big sister, finally, I know something you don't know and like all the secrets you never told me, I am not telling you this one. That is for Chris to do. It's his business, you need to wait because it might not ever concern you."

"You do know what's down there." 

Chris honked so she had to go and we left it like that, unresolved. 

Every day that passed, I got hornier and hornier. I saw Brent Tuesday and we compared schedules. He had a loopy grin when we talked and finally I had to ask about him, his mom, and his Aunt Norma. I asked if Aunt Norma was still staying with them. He nearly giggled, nodding. I had to get to class so I didn't get details. 

The next afternoon, however, Natasha called complaining that Brent was spending too much time "in my sister" was how she put it, "and not near enough time in me!" I didn't know how that was my problem and said so and she said the sweetest thing. 

She said I should fucking well make it my problem or she'd fucking move into my house and fuck me to death. I took her point, though she needed to work on her threats. That one sucked, as a motivating threat. It worked just fine as the opposite of a threat, so, a promise? Or maybe an inducement? Temptation, that's the right word. The woman was tempting me to leave things well enough alone and I don't think she was even aware of it. Her cock-hunger had gone to her head. 

She said she'd not had sex for three days. Bingo. I consoled her and the bitch hung up. Not getting laid regularly plus knowing her little sister was absorbing all the free radical cock in the house made her a little edgy it seemed. 

Over all, I put my head down and worked, screwed to the sticking place, or unscrewed as it were. D. Debra called to say hi, and compare class schedules. She suggested we should get together, maybe bring a friend, before asking how I was doing with my friends. I told her I was bogged down with projects. She sounded disappointed but left well enough alone. Whatever else she was, she worked at being a student and did not deviate from that value with other people. She did say she got a part in the college production and that Chris had also. Our Town or King Lear or some such shit. She didn't press further but only said she was in need and I should hurry up and find her another new dick. 

"You did so fine last time, I am eager to see what you have for me next. I like this, having you arrange sex for me. Takes the drama out of it so I can just concentrate on school and not have to pay any attention to the dicks with ears around me. You are a dear! But don't take too long! Deedee's getting jittery!" 

She left me to my labors. 

Friday, late, Alissa called. 

"Sonny, I think, I think we might have made a mistake. I mean, Sammy, god, he hasn't left me alone all week. He, he's taking a shower but, but..." Her voice sounded panicked.

"Is Ellen there?"

"That's what worries me. He, he hasn't mentioned her. He, since he seems to think I am free to fuck him, because I am free, he is obsessed with me. He, he says it is my ass all weekend and, and Sonny, he made me request something of him. He made me say I like the paddle over and over again like I was asking for it. He says he relented and I will get what I want!" She was huffing around her words. "God, Sonny, if I know my son, I won't be able to sit right by Monday." She was panting. "Oh, fuck, he's back!" She hung up. 

I went back to studying. I was so proud. I had plenty of distractions swirling around me but I put my head down and went back to work. I had to get these projects done before Georgia came home. 

I was nearly to a point of accomplishment on Saturday afternoon, the point where I could come up for air and go back to thinking about pussy when my phone rang. It was a number I did not recognize and I wondered if this was the fabled Mr. Northcutt. 

It wasn't. 

It was Becky Kline. 

"Sonny, you've got to help me. Can, can you meet me, for coffee some place?" 

My resolve to finish the projects that weekend collapsed, dissolving into the vision of Mrs. Kline the first nude on her back, her ass flared under her open legs. I got hard, lost focus and so I agreed, visions of her ass dancing in my head. She gave me directions and I dashed for the car, those visions of her body doing a nice ballet in my head and my pants. I had just parked when my phone rang. I'm like 900 service! It was Sean again. 

"Sonny, hey, listen. I been doing like you said but Mom was gone a lot. She just got in last night. I have Laura, Mrs. Wills here." He giggled. "My god, my sister is so pissed off. She got into a rat's house load of trouble when she got caught knocking boots in her own little bed. She has called mom every fucking time Laura was here. I know that bitch was listening at my door several times and once, when we were doing it in the shower she opened the door on us by mistake. God, I think that makes Laura, Mrs. Wills even hotter. Quill just stood there and watched. Mrs. Wills, god, she did not even seem to care. I had her against the wall and she howled and howled while I fucked her and Quill watched. She, she seems to like doing it while someone watches. She just dropped by, just now. Mom is out but when she gets back, Quilla is going to narc and squall. I don't know what's going to happen." 

I nodded. "If you get into a jam, just text me and I'll call and get you out of it." 

"How?" 

"Don't worry about it. I gotcha." He hung up without acknowledging my assurance. I hoped that was enough. I did have him covered. I hoped. 

I walked into the little shop in the lee of the noon rush. Becky Kline sat at a table amidst the unbussed clutter of the passed rush hour. It was a sandwich shop close to campus but not on campus. She sat there, the perfect version of a statuesque woman, her tits hooked over the table like a landslide. 

I sat down across from her. She was staring at a plaque on the wall beside her chair and took several moments before she acknowledged me. 

"Do you always wear tight clothes. God, but you look good in green." I said finally. Her coat was piled against the wall. She wore a forest green button up sweater that hugged her torso, bulging with her tits but cinching up under her chin. It was just a shade too small so that between the buttons, the woven fabric bulged and gaped, without alluring darkness. I couldn't see what skirt she wore. I was so horny by now I was ready to do her right there but I had to cool my jets and take it easy. Her adventure on the conference room table had not converted her from who she had been. At least, I figured that unlikely. She was still wild pussy so I had to be cautious. 

She smiled thinly. "This is all your fault." She began facing me, her chin raised and her eyes flashing. 

"How did you get my number, anyway?" I deflected, trying to disarm her a little. Strangely she did not seem angry so much as, as, well, on edge, like I was feeling. Maybe we could compare notes and work something out. 

"Alissa. Mrs. Honeywell." She shook her head. "I went to her office yesterday. She, she said it was none of her concern but said you were good at handling awkward situations and I should talk to you." 

"Oh she did, did she?" I searched my shallow memory for what situation Becky could be referring to, came up with several of my own invention but decided no antecedent existed, so I discarded them despite my personal attraction for several of them. One included fending off Mrs. Kline the second. Portia clearly has a thing for this white woman and wanted to tease the white thing a little and feeding that black on white obsession had some attraction for me. "What situation?" 

"My daughter. Sex. God, I haven't had so much sex with so many strangers in so short a time, ever in my life. Lovely is going out every night now and comes home with a different man every night. I mean, well, not last night. Last night she brought a guy from last week and his friend, so, two guys." 

"Oh? Two guys? She must be having a good time." I said casually. God, I was so horny. All I wanted was to unpeel Rebecca Kline and climb in between her legs and fill her with a loving spoonful. I was having difficulty concentrating. I resolved not to let school work interfere with getting laid again, at least not for such a long stretch. 

"Her? No. That's the problem. She's been bringing men home and then offering to have me fuck them. She tells him she is sharing me, that such a beautiful woman, such a sexy woman must be shared. She smiles that smile you cannot argue with and asks them if they ever wanted to do a woman and her daughter. The first time she did it, last Thursday, they were both standing over me while I was in bed. She told me to let him fuck me and, well, he did. I did. He did. 




Extending the MILF List Ch. 09



"Then while he recuperated, my own daughter went down on me. He got hard in a flash and fucked her while she ate me. Same thing the next night, different guy. Saturday, though, she came home really late and she brought the guy into the bedroom, sat him beside me and blew him while I watched. Sucked his cock right beside me till he came. Then she told me to suck him. I did. When he was hard, she told him to fuck me. He did. I came and came. I thought my skin was too small and it was going to split open and I'd just spew all over the room. God, he was long and skinny and tickled but didn't fill. Size does matter." 

I was hard. Lovely Kline was pimping for her mother? God, that sounded hot. Doing a mother and daughter? Oh the idea of it suddenly captured my imagination. I had already, I guessed but in a scattered way. I wanted a shot at concentrating on it. Then I thought of my own mother and sisters and I nearly came. I sobered a little. After Sid got done with Mom, the only thing worth fucking on her would be her ass, not all bad, that. I chortled. 

Becky glowered at me. "It's all your fault." She said again. 

"What? That you are getting laid regularly? Finally? Seems like I should send you a bill."

Rebecca shook her head. "No. Not that. That is nice, though. I mean, having this much sex in a couple weeks let me in on what I have been missing all my life. Orgasms, that's what! God, I have come more in the last ten days then I came since I got married and that should till you why I'm divorced. I just didn't know what I was divorced from, or really why. I didn't understand." She groaned a little. "Now I do!" 

"I've met your ex-husband, Rebecca. I understand perfectly." 

She looked startled, perhaps that I was talking, or making sense. Then she grinned. "I guess you would. No, the problem is that Lovely has taken to ordering me around and dammit, I always do what she says, particularly when she has a hard cock in tow. Do you know how many different men I fucked this last week? Six. Six! And I'll do it again tonight, though I think she is changing her tactics. 

"Last night, while one fucked me the other fucked her. God, I was in the same bed with my daughter, fucking. He was between my legs and she lay beside me. They fucked us together and we came at the same time. She had her legs wrapped around him and they were bouncing and bouncing. I got so excited I came first before the guy blew his wad. God, once he started coming, I went off again. I was astonished. Then while the guys recuperated, Lovely and I sixty-nined. She plopped her pussy down on my face and ate me while she drained all over my face. I had to eat her. She insisted. She was full of cum and, and, yes, I ate it out of her. Of course the two guys were hard in minutes then, watching Lovely eat me and ride my face. They switched and fucked us both again. We switched again, sucked them hard again and they fucked us again. All in about an hour." She giggled, a self-conscious giggle. "I love young men. Great refraction." 

"Is that the right word?"

She shrugged, her shoulders moved her breasts and I was transfixed again. "Who cares? Great recovery? You know what I mean! They fucked us both three times in a couple hours. I must have come a dozen times. Once I got started, I would have fucked a platoon." 

I nodded understandingly though I had no idea what it was like to come twelve times in a row like that. Fuck me but women are lucky but I suppose that balances out. If I was a woman, I'd be in the Guinness book of world records for coming the most times in a row without getting out of bed. 

I ordered French fries and a coke. "So? Why did you call me? Sounds like you are getting all the cock a girl could ask for."

Rebecca nodded. "I, I want you to take me to bed. I mean, I want have sex with someone without my daughter telling me to do it. God, it is so humiliating. She brings some strange guy home, walking him right into the bath while I am showering or to my bed while I am trying to go to sleep. She doesn't even talk to me. Not a word. She just asks the guy if he wants to do a mother and daughter. She told one guy she wouldn't fuck him unless he did me first. Made me sound like I was begging for cock on the street corner and she had to find some for her poor mommy. She told another guy I'd suck his cock for him then he could fuck her. I did. He did. She bent over top of me and he did her from behind. She ended up sucking my tits while he fucked her."

She seemed to slip into commentary, constantly forgetting her point. 

"What is your point? What does Lovely picking up strange men have to do with me?" I circled back to her enticing comment about taking her to bed, without volunteering too vigorously to do so. I wanted to be sure I heard right, because I'd fucking volunteer for that duty about now.

Rebecca's uneasy eyes finally focused, fixing on me. She looked fevered. "She, Lovely, my lovely daughter, she, she just demands that I fuck whomever she brings home. She tells them I'll fuck them and damned if I don't. She tells me to suck their cocks, and I do. She sits on my face and tells me to make her come and I do and she does." Here, the MILF blushed furiously. 

"Well, not really. Lovely, I, I come but she says I am learning. She says I need a lot of practice, I need to make her come a lot but I suck at it. She says I am getting better but I still need to practice. God, I ate her this morning before she went to work for half and hour. Nothing. I don't know what I am doing wrong! 

"This, this is your fault, Sonny. You owe me. I want you to take me to bed and I mean now. I want it to be my choice. I want to come without being ordered to suck or fuck anyone." Her voice softened. "Maybe, maybe you'll be gentle and make love to me, make me feel loved rather than feeling like a towel men use to wipe their hard cocks on. In. On. Whatever." 

I finished the last fry. "Okay. Sounds good." 

For a moment, the voluptuous woman started at me. "Just like that? No argument? Just, okay?"

I nodded. "Did you think I'd turn you down?" 

Rebecca's eyes misted up. I was bumfuzzled. She explained. "I, I just love feeling desired but, but I wanted to have a say in it. I wanted to chose who bedded me, not feeling like I was being used by my daughter all the time." A tear tracked down her cheek. She swiped at it. "I feel like a fucking parking garage. I keep expecting to find a line of men, dicks in hand, waiting to fuck me and Lovely taking their money. God, it is so humiliating to have her just hand me over to a man like, like..." She stuttered to a stop. 

"Why don't you just tell Lovely, no. Rejection will stop her from bringing home men or at least stop her making promises she cannot keep. Just tell her no." 

Now Rebecca began to bawl. "I can't" She wailed. "I just can't and I don't know why! I want to but then Lovely looks at me with her sweet eyes and tells me to suck a cock or open my legs and let him fuck me, I just do! I can't stop it. I, I, I am mortified by my own behavior but, too, I am crushed by getting this treatment from my daughter." She wiped her eyes again.

She actually smiled. "But she seems to love it. I mean, she gets this look in her eye and sometimes I see her watching him between my legs and she looks so pleased with me. I, we don't fight any more."

"Because you always do what she tells you?" I couldn't tell if she heard me. I was getting a picture of the situation though. 

"Last night, last night she asked them if they wanted to fuck me both at the same time. They said sure but they didn't." She sounded disappointed. "I, god, I dreamed after they left, I dreamed of sucking a cock with another cock in my pussy. I think I creamed in my sleep but I can't tell since I was full of cum from being fucked three times!" She shook her head. "Let's go. God, talking about it and I feel it seeping out of me, like I am a sponge that soaked up lust for years and now it is getting squeezed out of me and I can't stop it. I am so wet right now. God, Sonny, this is all your fucking fault. You, you have to take me to bed." 

"Impeccable logic." I grunted, understanding her feeling of being taken for granted and wondering if she knew she was doing the same thing to me. Who cares! I wanted her to take me for granted long enough to come a few times between her loving legs! I got the check and paid the waitress. The girl looked at Rebecca and then reprovingly at me. Shit, its always the guy's fault. 

"So? May I take you to bed, Rebecca?" I asked softly. In the empty diner, I felt like I was shouting. 

Rebecca dabbed at her eyes and nodded. 

"Where shall we go?" I was thinking of the apartment but thought that might be weird for her, knowing what it represented. 

"The Prince's Palace. It's just a block over." She dug in her purse, pulled out a wallet and produced a card. "I already have a room." She got out of the booth. 

Already had a room? That means I am a sure thing? I was not sure whether to be proud or ashamed. I chose proud. I was, after all, going to get a chance to fuck this woman. Of course, I had all the leverage I needed. I could have fucked her in the diner really, but having her want it, having her call me and ask to be taken to bed, that is a whole different thing. Its like fish fillet compared to fish with bones. I followed her out into the increasingly bitter cold. The wind whipped around us lashing at us and insinuating its way under my coat. 

Rebecca took my arm. "I want you to treat me like a lover. Take me to bed and make love to me. I, I want you to kiss me. Everywhere, like before and just when I am screaming that I cannot stand it any longer, I want you to enter me and fill me with your delicious cock." She stopped. "Oh, I do need to learn how to suck a cock better. My...Lovely, she can suck a guy for a couple minutes and he comes in her mouth." 

Rebecca grinned at me, oddly, a smile of pride. "She swallows. I'll, after you make love to me, after you have brought me to a delicious orgasm, then I want to practice sucking your cock." She squeezed my arm, even through my coat I felt her passionate bosom as she shivered. "I think, I think I might learn to really love sucking cock. I, now, I can feel the head of your cock on the roof of my mouth, that little tender ridge on the flat of my tongue, like I had it in my mouth right this minute. Oh, Sonny, we are going to have so much fun!"

I suddenly came to a halt, right in the sparse pedestrian traffic out in the cold. I took her by the wrists, she had on gloves, and turned her to face me. "Rebecca, darling, I understand you called me so you could have sex with someone without being your daughter's bitch. It does not follow that you make me your bitch. I have one woman doing that with me already and I assure you, one is enough. If I take off your clothes, Becky dear, I will take what I want from you and give you what you need and want. But I am no one's bitch." I wanted to emphasize my point more but she looked so chastened I fell silent. 

After a moment while the cold wind swirled around us, I took her gloved hand and started to walk, only realizing I didn't know where we were going. I had to ask her to lead us to the hotel. 

Becky guided me through the revolving doors of the old hotel, and to an elevator. She punched the eighth floor. I had a jazzy jolt, feeling like I had been bought. I glanced at Becky and she looked distinctly unhappy. I found her hand and slowly took off her glove. She watched me. The couple in front of us studiously ignored my foreplay. The whole space vibrated with sexual tension. 

Having removed her glove, I handed it to her and she stuck it in her coat pocket. I lay a hand on the small of her back and put tension on my fingertips. She resisted for just an instant before shifting into the circle of my arm. I wanted to kiss her but did not want to spook her. That thought got hung up in my inner censor. Dumb ass, it said, she called you. She wants you. Kiss her! She is dying for your affection. 

I rolled her towards me and sure enough, her chin tilted up, her lips parted, her eyes closed and the ungloved hand drifted to the side of my face. I kissed her lips, a chaste, careful kiss. Becky was having none of it. Her hand moved to the back of my head and sealed our lips together. Her tongue slashed past my lips and I met it with my own. We pressed our lips together, rolling our heads to find the best contact. I twisted and pushed her back against the wall of the elevator. It sounded like a thump on a bass drum. 

"I think they are into each other." The woman in front of us whispered. 

"Yeah, he is definitely going to get lucky tonight." The guy returned. 

"Tonight, hell, if we weren't here they'd be doing it right here in the elevator."

I heard them, I know Becky did because she moaned assent at the woman's last observation. With one hand, I unbuttoned her long coat, exposing the ridge of her breasts. I moved to her side and placed my palm over her tits. Becky grunted but continued kissing me, holding my head with her hand. Her gloved hand found the hand on her breast and covered it, the crushed velvet on the back of my hand accentuated the plush resistance of her breast. 

"My god, look at her body. She is built for sex." 

The bell dinged and I broke the kiss. The couple had turned as they were watching us. The door behind them opened and they each moved to one side and we had to exit between them. The doors closed and Rebecca giggled nervously, a sound, not a laugh, a trill that scraped out of her throat.

"See? You could have fucked me and I would have let you. God, what is happening to me. All I want, all I think about is sex. Take me to bed and that is no command, it is a plea. Have mercy on me. My daughter, my god, she has me tangled up in her sensual web and I cannot escape. Hell, I don't even want to any more! I want to die of too many orgasms! Please, I am begging you, take me to bed!"

"Uh huh. Are you going to tell me the room number?" 

Rebecca looked shocked and then laughed real laughter. "Oh, yes, of course. My god, you kiss better than Lovely." 

"Practice and commitment." I chortled, unfazed by the comparison or the surprise in the woman's voice for that matter. 

Becky walked us to her room and dug in her purse for the key card. The door opened into a fairly standard hotel room. The door banged shut behind us. We stood side by side looking at the room, the bed with the covers turned down on one side, not touching at all. I stepped behind her and helped her remove her coat. I hung it up. 

Her ass arced behind her and I had to touch it. She wore a long skirt that flowed off over hips like water overflowing a Roman fountain. She stood still before me, panting softly in the rattling of the old room. I placed both hands on the slope of her ass. Her body tucked in tight so her hips and ass formed a shelf around her waist, with barely any slope. I bet a monkey could have stood on her ass and thrown shit at you with no problem. She was swaybacked as a twenty year old mare. 

I squeezed her full ass cheeks. This woman had an ass! 

"You like my butt?" Rebecca whispered.

"I do. My god, you have the ass everyone else wishes they had."

"Don't think it is too big?"

"Too big for what?" I asked. 

She hesitated, stumped. "I don't know. Anything." Then she groaned deep in her body under the increasing pressure of my hands massaging her firm butt cheeks. It seemed impossible that such an ass could be that firm, that well-formed. I moved my hands back to her waist. She had the ribs of a woman five foot two and the ass of a woman six foot six. Her body curved as only a woman's body can curve. I moved my hands around her, stroking her tummy as I did. Becky hissed as I ran my hands over her body. When one hand mounted one breast and the other caressed low on her abdomen, she gasped. 

Her brown hair was pinned up, leaving her neck completely bare. I kissed her neck. I kissed up to her ear lob and sucked it for a moment. "I have a confession, Rebecca." I whispered between kisses.

"You're married?" 

"And she wants to join us, she loves eating pussy...no, something different."

"Yes?" 

"I like marking the women I have sex with."

"Oh?" 

It wasn't an objection so I kissed down to a spot on her creamy skin, I licked her, I kissed her and then I sucked there, pulling at her firm flesh. For a woman with a daughter Lovely's age, her skin was taut and tight. 

Rebecca moaned as I bruised her. One hand found the side of my face and lay there, feeling me sucking on her neck. I moved my other hand from her sleek waist up her side to the mound of her breast, covering it with my whole hand. She was certainly more than a mouthful, more than a handful, she was plentiful in every way. I squeezed her tit hard, pressing through the bondage of her bra or whatever, an over corset, maybe. 

Rebecca moaned approval. 

I released her neck and stared at the red mark on her clear skin. "There, I marked you."

"Mmmm." She sighed. I released her breast and stepped back. I put my hands on her hips and guided her towards the bed. When we were close, I halted her, pressing the tips of my fingers against the front of her hips. She halted. She was panting more profoundly now, her upper torso seemed to quake and her breath rattled. 

I cuddled up to her amazing ass and kissed the other side of her neck. She bent her head away from me, exposing her neck on the left side. I sucked at it. She groaned, feeling it deeply. Her hands sought my hips behind her and she clasped me against her back. 

"Oh god, Sonny, I feel your lips inside, deep, deep inside me. Like, like my skin is connected, the nerves are connected in, in, inside of me. I never felt like this. I, I never gave into the need for sex before. I, I was terrified of calling you."

I clamped both hands on her breasts, massaging and squeezing them. 

"I dreamed, after they finished with me last night, I dreamed you were taking me and, and I woke up, time after time and all I could think about was your body heavy on me, your cock placed deep in me, your mouth on me, like that." She grunted. "I actually, actually dreamed of you bruising me, putting hickeys all over me." She giggled slightly. "I want to see Lovely's eyes when she sees the hickeys on me."

Becky shrugged me off her back and turned around. 

"She, she told me tonight, tonight she was bringing a group, like four and they they were going to all do me and then, then we both do two at a time. I, I asked her if, if she had ever had two at a time and she shook her head but said she wanted to try. She, she said she'd heard about having a cock in the ass but never tried it. I, I was surprised because she seems to know all sorts of things I never even imagined. That's not what surprised me really, I thought she meant, you know, a cock in your pussy and one in my mouth." 

I was confused. "Don't have a pussy." 

Rebecca made a face like a young girl. "She, Lovely, my daughter, she says I have to learn to eat pussy and suck cock if I want, if I want to show men a good time with her. She, she says the mother-daughter thing, no man will turn us down." 

Becky Kline shuddered. "I think there is something wrong with my daughter and now, how she has infected me. Here I am with you and wet and soupy as if I had just been fucked two or three times. God, if you touch me, I'll climax right here." 

She did like to talk. Perhaps she was nervous. 

I moved around her and sat on the bed. She watched me, suddenly silent. I found the tail of her sweater and felt around to find the first button on the lower side. I unbuttoned it. 

Becky looked over the cliff of her tits and groaned. "You're taking off my sweater. You, are you going to mark my breasts? Put hickeys all over me?" 




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I patted her flank. "I will take you to bed." I said, undoing another button. The next three exposed her lank stomach. For her size, the woman was not fat. She was just built large, curved and curvaceous. Her body had matured into the perfect Rubenesque woman, big broad planes with profound arching curves. 

Up into the shadow of her breasts, my hands moved. Her sweater had lots of buttons. One by one I opened them and revealed more and more of her straight, tight belly. I kissed it, licking around her belly button. 

Becky gasped and her belly flinched. 

More buttons, up under the eaves of her breasts and then over the crest. 

"Oh my god, I, I am so excited. Sonny, having your hands on me like this..." She could not finish because I pulled the sweater away from her breasts and clasped both in my hands, squeezing the stout bra that covered them. I thought for sure she had a corset on but her body was shaped already and a corset only decorated her. 

I finished undoing the buttons and skimmed the sweater down her arms. She arched her back. I held onto the sweater and dropped it beside me on the bed. Then I hugged her torso, fitting the top of my head below her breasts and wrapping my arms around her broad hips. I clasped her ass through the drape of her long skirt. I squeezed the breath out of her. 

"Oh, oh Sonny." She gasped. 

I moved my hands up and unhooked her bra. Her breasts pushed it away, an explicit rejection. They had little need of it. They towered over me and she bent a little. I kissed along the lower curve of her left breast, licking and sucking at her milk-smooth flesh, then switching to the other and kissing around its crest. 

Becky trembled, the shaking infecting her like a fever. She panted but refused to move unless I moved her, except, she rested both hands lightly on my shoulders. I kissed and licked her breasts for maybe ten minutes. I kept expecting her to complain about standing still for so long but Becky never even swayed. She seemed solid as an oak. Her breasts were plush and as I kissed them they turned rosy red, heating as her body pulsed with her desire. 

"Say it." I muttered.

"Suck my nipples!" Becky growled immediately. "Oh god, if you do, I think, I might come if you bite them." She whined then, like a she-wolf crying for a lost cub.

I kissed around first one nipple then the other, circling and circling till I felt her shaking with desire. When I fit my lips over the left nipple, she exhaled like she'd been holding her breath since Christmas. I sucked it hard and her hips rammed against my stomach. She tried to grind against me but could not. 

"I am so hot." She whispered. "God, I have never been like this, not ever. I, I feel like I am an entirely different woman, changed into something, someone I barely recognize. I, if you didn't fuck me, I would find someone downstairs, maybe everyone." She chuckled. "I'd put up a sign that announced free pussy in room 909." 

I moved to the other breast. 

"Oh god, Sonny. I, I never imagined reality could surpass those, ugh, ugh, those dreams. I, I am more, more excited then when I dreamed of you touching me, uh, uh, under my dress." 

I took her hint and instead of handling her tits, I just kissed them and sucked them while with my hands I bunched up her skirt between her legs. Her hands shook on my shoulders. She wore nothing underneath the skirt. Her pussy appeared and I moved hands to the sides of her thighs. 

"Oh god, I love the feeling of your hands on my body like that!" She whispered. 

I moved them up to her hips, the skirt dragging at my movements. Her hips rocked forward and back, making her breasts move. When she realized she was moving them making it more difficult for my lips to capture her nipples, she ceased moving altogether. 

I sucked her nipple into my mouth. Her tits were handfuls, plentiful and proud. Despite her age and motherhood, her tits remained firm. Sucking on it, I felt the nub of her nipple, hard and firm, inverted so that it formed a cone but a hard cone, tight and smooth with arousal. I thrummed it with my tongue. She moaned. Her hands gripped my shoulders hard, tightening the harder I sucked. 

I moved to the other nipple and she made to say something but my teeth touched it and she grunted into silence. Her body quivered. I bit down on her nipple and she screamed. Her hips rammed against me, grinding her pussy against my stomach. Her hands were claws on my shoulders. 

"Oh god, Sonny, once more and I'll come."

I took the hint. I bit her other nipple and she screamed again. Her hands crushed me against her breasts, smothering me with them while her body pulsed against me. I felt her ass clinch and tighten under my hands.

"Oh, oh, oh!" She cried as the surge of pleasure controlled her. 

I let her coast for a few minutes. Her body seemed to sing with arousal. My hands drifted down to her bare thighs. Finally, I pushed her away, separating us. She looked down on me, her eyes were bleary. 

"I cannot believe what I am feeling!" She whispered. "I am alive with sensual feelings, they shoot through me and I feel like I have lost myself. That I am an entirely different woman; one alive to sex for the first time in my life."

She stepped back and unwrapped the skirt and stood nude before me."

"I'd have you eat me, Sonny, but I am sure I am still full of another man's come. So, please, please take me. Lay me down and fuck me, please!" 

I groaned, standing and in a gull's wink, I was naked as she was. I helped her onto her back and did as she suggested. Between her full thighs, she directed my cock to her entrance and when she had me hooked, she sighed, closed her eyes and lay back. I crouched over her, lowering my hips as my cock slid into her. 

Becky groaned. "You are pushing it into me." She said, her voice tight with arousal and from my weight on her abdomen. "Oh, fuck me, Sonny." 

Instead, I hovered over her and bent to kiss her mouth. It was like she hadn't been kissed in a hundred years, and she was awakening from a deep sleep. Her kiss tore at me, shredding my last vestiges of restraint. I slapped my hips down, thrusting into her as hard as I could from a dead stop. Becky hunched up under me and we joined together, cock and pussy, completing the circuit such that the erogenous current rushed through us. 

"Oh god, Sonny, fuck me!" Becky cried. Her voice tinny with need. "Fuck me!" 

I withdrew, racking the flared head of my cock through the clasping, weeping folds of her pussy. She shivered as I pulled out of her. I sat up between her legs staring at the panting woman.

"Put it back in." She pleaded. "Please, Sonny. I want to feel your rock hard cock paint the back of my vagina. Please write your name on my wall of shame and make me come!" 

I bent over her instead and sucked a nipple into my mouth, fitting as much of it as I could past my lips, sucking her hard. When I pressed her nipple against my back teeth, she grunted. I found my cock with one hand and sought to enter her again, her tit tightly in my mouth. 

Becky growled loudly, offering a hand to help me enter her. We made the connection again. As I slammed my cock into her, I bit down on her shaped nipple. 

Becky came. 

Her body arched under me, lifting me on the wave of her arousal and the orgasm that it birthed. She bucked under me, her pussy gripping me and pulling me as she ground us together. I ground down into her till I felt her pubic bone against mine. When I increased the pressure, Becky screamed and her body jerked and jerked and jerked. I guessed I had managed to pinch her clit between our pubic bones and now she was coming with both the outer stimulation and the inner stimulation. Her body surged under me, bounding up and down as she cried. We were like two people dancing but not together, one hearing smooth jazz and the other hearing hard rock and roll. 

My orgasm arrived in a roar of pleasure that deafened and blinded me. Eyes tightly shut, I hammered Becky Kline to the bed, ramming into her with greater and greater force even as my strength flagged, pumping cum into her and draining me of energy. 

Becky panted and gasped and held her breath while her body bucked under me. Her legs clinched about my body, lifting beside me like railings. Her hands held to my hips, pulling at me each time I pulled back and punched my ass against her crotch, piercing her deeply with my cock each time I spewed cum into her. 

Finally the orgasm ran its course and our intercourse subsided into gasping, panting, heaving exhaustion. I slipped to the side. My cock refused to deflate, remaining stubbornly hard. After a moment, I think I was unconscious, I revived, and began to suck at her tits. She lay under me. Her hands found my dewy cock and directed it once more into her sanctuary of sex. I plunged into her pussy. I opened my eyes and a moment later Becky opened hers. We stared into each other's eyes as I moved about her breasts, sucking and licking them. 

"Bite me." She whispered. "God, I want you to. Bite me. Mark me!" 

When I did, her body arched under me and her hips shimmied, quaking with a new version of passion. I put a large bruise above each nipple. Becky began to pant heavily and then her body jerked. My cock swam in our milky cum. I pulled back and rammed into her and felt her overflow, flooding us both with the remains of that last climax. 

"God, I could fuck you forever!" Becky grated. Her body shifted underneath me and she was clearly preparing to roll us onto my back so she could mount me properly when not one but two phones rang. 

We looked at each other, neither moving. By mutual assent, we rolled apart with a wet pop as my cock exited her clasping cunt. She crawled past me to get to her phone. She picked it up and walked into the bath and closed the door. I answered mine, out of breath. 

I held it to my ear and heard nothing only realizing after several mindless glances at the screen that it hadn't been the phone but a text message. I found that app and opened it. 

"HELP!" 

It was from Sean. "Shit." I muttered but I was prepared. I knew what I wanted to do. 

I sat on the bed and called Laura. When she answered I heard screaming in the background. 

"It's Sonny!" I heard panic in Laura's voice. Then I heard Lydia ask, "Who?" When Laura repeated my name the ruckus went away. 

"Hi Sonny." Laura said, her voice a bit tremulous. 

"Hey, sweet thing, where are you? You busy?" 

"No, Sonny. Not busy." 

"Listen to me carefully. Do not let Lydia push you around. Just tell her if she gets nasty then you'll tell me about your little fling with Sean, okay? That should fix things till I can get her sorted out." 

"No, Sonny. No plans tonight. Sure. Sure, I can meet you. Seven? Okay. Sure. No. I'll be there. No. No, I'm not doing anything. It's fine. Really. No, don't. I, well, I'm not at home. No, I'll, I'll be home soon. Okay, then. Bye."

I understood where Chris got his acting chops. She hung up and I stared at the phone. I glanced up. 

Becky stood staring at me from the bathroom door. She looked like she'd seen a ghost and it turned out to be hers. 

"What's the matter?" I asked softly. 

"That, that was Lovely. She, she's coming here. She, she, I always come here when I am upset and she guessed so she is almost here. Five minutes maybe ten away."

Lovely? Here? My cock perked up.

"She is, I, I told her the room number. She demanded I tell her. She'll be right up." 

Becky looked like she was about to cry. 

"I, I told her everything."

"That I was here?" 

"No. No, she didn't think, she never suspected I would ask anyone for sex. She, she, I told her I was desperate for sex, that, that I am crazed with it, the need in my body to have a man between my legs. She told me that if I could make her come, if I could lick her pussy and make her come...she said it just that way. If I could make her come with my mouth on her pussy, she'd, she'd find us a man to share. She, she said I had to be shared." 

I wondered at that word. 

"Well, you're a little ahead of her. About time, don't you think? You are the mom, after all." 

For a moment Becky looked haunted and hurt. "Sonny, you, you want to stay? I mean, do you want me to go? You, you can have her, I know she'll, she'd be happy to see you and, and she'd definitely fuck you. I know she would. I'll, I'll go if you want." 

I cocked my head, confused. I was missing something. Again.

"Why would you leave?"

"So you can be alone with my daughter. Isn't that what you want?" 

I shook my head. "I don't think you understand the whole mother-daughter fantasy." 

"The what?" 

The blank look told me everything. "The mother-daughter fantasy." I repeated. This was taking too long.

"I don't understand. What is a mother and daughter fantasy?" 

That was when I realized that Becky was fucking with me. Sure enough, when the knock sounded on the door, Becky looked triumphant. The bitch had been stalling. The fantasy, it turned out, was hers. I bet she told her daughter where she'd be! 

The knock sounded again. 

Suddenly, Becky looked panicked. "Oh god." She whispered. "I am giving my daughter to a man." She walked past me to the door. She opened it just as I grabbed the last of my clothes and skittered into the bathroom. 

"Mother?" 

I heard Lovely's voice clearly from the hall.

"Why are you naked?" 

"I, uh, I told you, I am, I am crazed for sex. You, you have made me want it all the time."

"And you came here? Never mind. Let me in." 

The door clanked closed. I turned off the bathroom light and pushed the door closed, not completely, leaving it open enough so I could see at least the bed. 

"Mother, I know you want sex, you need a lot of sex. I have four guys for us tonight. I need to call them and tell them to come here. I, I was going to have them at the house but you are right, a hotel is better. These are strangers, well, two are Ron's friends and the other," Lovely giggled. "The other I just found for us. I told them they could have me if they fucked you first. Mother, then daughter. He said you should be shared so I am sharing you." She positioned Becky with her back to the bed, that put Lovely's back to me. I pushed open the door. Becky could see me easily. Her eyes went wide. 

"You, you need to get better at eating my pussy, mother. If, if you are not good at it, I have to act or they will think one of us doesn't like it. I want men to see us having sweet orgasms so, so you must learn. Here, let me show you. I want you to feel my mouth on your pussy and..." she pushed her naked mother onto her back on the bed. 

It seemed odd to see that slight woman with the lank hair and big tits commanding her mother. Lovely seemed utterly unconscious of her domination of her mother. Becky lay on her back, staring at the ceiling. Her position, on the bed and in her relationship to her daughter seemed to confuse her, it confused her to the point of utter compliance, like she was in a sort of sexual shock. While her daughter got to her knees, she began to rub her own tits, pulling at the nipples. 

"You never suck my breasts." Becky said, her voice high and tinny.

"You never asked. You don't need practice at that. You do fine. We'll worry about your tits after you learn to suck a man's cock and make him come and make a woman come with your mouth on her pussy." 

Lovely bent forward over Becky's crotch and lapped at it, one or two large swipes of her long tongue. She kissed the inside of each thigh. Becky's legs widened each time. Lovely fastened her mouth to Becky's pouting pussy and sucked. For a moment, the sound of her slurping suction filled the room. 

Abruptly, Lovely sat up on her heels. "I taste come. A man's come and it is fresh. Minty!" She sounded terribly surprised. 

I exited the bath and Lovely twisted at the sound of the opening door.

"Sonny! I, I mean, Mr. Duncan!" Lovely shrieked. 

I patted the air. "Sonny is fine." I whispered. 

Lovely looked at her naked mother and than at naked little old me. 

"You were fucking my mother." She said, a statement replete with wonder, like she just discovered her own clit. 

"Yes, Lovely, I was making love to your mother." 

Her face clouded. "I, I arranged for, to share mother with four men. They, they wanted us together. Mother and daughter. Mother needs help learning to make a man come with her mouth." Her words rattled like a clanking chain falling into a pile, tense and hurried. 

I nodded. "Practice makes perfect." 

"What do you want? They, I told them six o'clock." She looked around for the clock. "It is after five. Shall, I call them and tell them not to come or, or do you want to be here and have us with them?" 

Lovely seemed utterly unperturbed. 

"You are giving your mother to strange men?"

"Oh yes, she loves it. I like watching her come when they enter her. She gets so excited I think she blacks out and then they fuck her hard and come in her. I am sharing my mother like you said." She looked around. "Do you want to share us?" 

"Six you said?"

Lovely nodded. 

"I'll take you and then go." I was thinking of all the work I still needed to do. What a pervert, thinking about homework with two women who wanted to fuck me within arm's reach. What sacrilege!

"Take off your clothes." I suggested.

Lovely smiled that honeyed smile of hers, threw off her coat and began to unbutton her blouse. 

I stood and watched but then realized that Becky was watching us too; she was naked, and she was lying on the bed. I moved Lovely away from the bed and moved Becky to the middle of the bed. I mounted her. Becky cooed as my cock slipped once more into her syrupy center. She felt like hot caramel looks, silky smooth, hot and saucy. 

Becky lifted her legs and used her heels to press me tight between her legs. 

"Where do you want me?" Lovely asked behind me. 

I twisted to look at her. She was nude, her breasts swayed before my very eyes. I blinked and patted the bed beside Becky. "Right there. On your back. I am going to fuck a mother and her daughter." I looked back at Becky. "That is the mother and daughter fantasy. Putting our cock in one and then the other and back again till you come." 

Becky chortled. "I know. I was fucking with you."

I ground my cock deep into her body, crushing her chuckle. I was fucking with her. Lovely lay down beside us, pressing her leg against her mother. I immediately bent over her and, while I continued to pump my cock between her mother's legs, I kissed Lovely on the mouth. She put a hand to my face and kissed me back very carefully. 

I pulled out of Becky and knee-walked over between Lovely's legs. Lovely shuddered and grunted. One hand found my wet cock and directed it to her pussy. I shoved into the young woman. 

Where Becky was soft and strong at the same time, Lovely was tight and slick. I felt the tension in her body. I bent over her and kissed her. Her chin lifted and she met my lips with her open mouth, our tongues touching and twisting together. I descended circle after circle of taut pussy while Lovely hummed into my mouth. When she finally broke the kiss, she was panting. 

"Kiss, kiss mother." She gasped.

I started to withdraw from her but she grunted and held me in place with her hands and heels. 

I understood, late, but not too late. I twisted, keeping my cock firmly planted in Lovely, and kissed Becky on the mouth. 

"Oh god, you are in my daughter and you are kissing me!" She whispered.

"I know. Shut up. You're making me nervous. We, we don't have much time and I am going to come in your mouth after, if I can make Lovely come." I began to hump between Lovely's legs.

Lovely keened as I fucked her. Her hands directed me, pulling and gently lifting. She moved her feet up so her legs arched on either side of me. 




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"Uh, uh, uh," she panted. I finally lay onto her body, a lean contrast to her mother, though it occurred to me as my hands slithered under her body, that her body from the tits to her waist was nearly exactly the same size as Becky's.

"Come in her." Becky whispered. 

I gripped Lovely's ass and hammered at her body. She responded, grunting with each impact until her body scrunched under me. She whined, and then stopped breathing altogether, shaking and jerking as the orgasm rattled through her. 

When she relaxed, I immediately pulled out of her frothy pussy. Moved over to Becky and inserted my cock into her. Becky accepted me, her hands petting me and patting me as I resumed fucking her. Beside us, Lovely lay still, panting loudly. 

I was just about there when my fucking phone rang again. 

I hesitated and with a lurid curse, got up and sat on the bed, pushing Lovely over. I found the phone and answered. 

"Sonny?" 

"Kyla." 

"Did you tell Landon not to fuck me anymore?"

"Why would you think that?" 

"Because he said so. He said you'd explain it to me." 

"Explain what?"

"Why he wants me to leave Darlene alone." 

"I don't think this is any of my business." 

Lovely got around me, got to her knees and began to lick my cock. 

"That's right, so butt out. If I want to eat my son's girlfriend, that is my business and his." 

"And hers." 

Kyla didn't respond. 

"What's your point?"

"You called me. I don't need a point." 

"They are going out tonight. I want to go with them. Landon suggested I call you and you can fuck me."

"That's means no, I bet. I mean you can't go with them. What do you think?" 

Kyla did not respond, not the answer or the interpretation she sought, I thought. 

Lovely finished cleaning my cock and sank it into her mouth, sucking hard. 

"Oh shit." I muttered. Then, "I can't tonight." 

"Are you with someone?" Kyla demanded, greenly. 

"Fuck, fuck no, fuck it is not any of your uh business." I couldn't help it. Lovely was fabulous at sucking cock!

"You are. Someone is blowing you!" 

"Good-bye, Kyla!" I hung up. I closed my eyes. My orgasm was creeping closer.

"Is that another one of your harem?" Becky asked. 

"Harem?" I asked blankly, trying to concentrate. I had decided two orgasms would get me through the next few days and I could finish my projects. 

"Yes, the women you fuck. I know there are several, maybe lots, maybe all of them. Is that one of them?" 

I considered if or how to answer that question. I did not want to be nasty. I took a middle course. "Yes, I have had her but right now she is panting after a guy who is already involved and, well, it is complicated." Good story, sort of close to the truth.

My orgasm arrived and I lost track of everything. Lovely gulped and sucked and licked and then she was kissing my little fire hose, pumping nothing but air and ashes. God, that girl could suck a cock!

I wanted to lay down and sleep but I glanced at the clock and saw it was five till six. 

I tapped Lovely on the side of the head. She released my cock. "I have to go. It's nearly six." She just sat there, staring at my cock, licking her lips. 

Jesus fuck me with a bread stick, the girl had that look that she had in the office. I thought about four guys and these two women and I was envious. Of them and of the guys. 

"You have a harem, Sonny." Becky whispered. "Can I join?" 

I staggered to my feet and dressed immediately. I looked down on them. Lovely had lain her head on her mother's thigh and cooed as Becky stroked her cheek. Two naked women, mother and daughter no less and I was going home to an empty house to study. Isn't there something wrong with that picture? I felt strong and virtuous and not a bit sated. 

I left the room. At the elevator, it dinged just as I arrived so I whipped out into corridor and around a corner. Sure enough, four guys, older than me but not old, really, emerged from the elevator and walked down the hall towards 909. Fuckers were certainly punctual. Right on the frigging knob. But then, what sense would it make to be late to a pussy appointment? One knocked and as I watched, I glimpsed the nude figure of Lovely Kline appear at the door and hug and kiss each one. She stood in the corridor alone for a minute, her eyes found mine and she gave me a little wave. 

"That naked woman on the bed is my mother. I want you all to fuck her and then I will eat her." Lovely spoke with her eyes still on me, her voice carrying her words clearly to me, like she was speaking to me with more than just her eyes. A moment later she disappeared into the room and the door banged shut. 

I sauntered out to my car and drove home. 

Tawny was still gone when I got home, boning Chris I expected or maybe they were out of bed and on a date. I studied the rest of the night and the rest of Sunday. 

Sunday night, Natasha called about eight. "Brent and Norma went on a date. To the movies and dinner and everything." She wailed. 

I listened as she recounted a weekend of being left out. Clearly, little sister had gotten her hooks into Brent. Aunt Norma had gotten one over on big sister. 

When Natasha ran down, I said, "Mrs. Rossini, listen. Your sister has just left her husband and she is feeling rejected and alone. Give her some time," I hesitated and made a fast decision. "Give her till a week from Monday. If things don't change, then we'll do something." I knew things were going to change, I just hadn't worked out exactly how I was going to change them yet. 

After another couple sniffling minutes, she agreed not to be such a pussy and not panic. She agreed to wait and hung up. I went back to work. I was getting really close to being done, at least enough that I could put the finishing touches on it long before it was due. It felt good. 

At one, my phone woke me from a dead sleep. 

"What the fuck do you want?" I growled into my phone, with no idea who was calling. I had been fighting in my dreams and my dander was up. 

"Sonny?" 

The whispering voice sounded familiar and for a moment I thought I was asleep. I knew who I was so I could answer that question.

"Yeah?" All the fire left me and I was awake.

"It's Alissa, Sonny. Please, tell me no more. Tell me I can quit." 

"What?"

"Sammy. He must have fucked my ass a dozen times this weekend. I am so sore I cannot even walk right. He beat me, like I suggested and then more and more. Fuck, I am bruised. And you know what's worse? I am horny as hell because, because he didn't fuck me once. In the pussy, I mean. I sucked him and he fucked me in the behind but not once in the pussy. Three days. Three days straight. He demanded I stay home from work Friday and he skipped school. Please, tell me no more. Tell me I have to quit, I have to reject him."

I knew she was lying. Becky said she had seen Alissa in the office and why would she lie about something so inconsequential. Why would Alissa lie about this? Curious. "Don't worry about it. He is just appreciating you. Did he mention Ellen?" 

"She has been gone all week. She had a seminar."

Shit. I thought. That was a wasted week, then. My whole hope was the three of them would end up doing each other and we could get past this. 

"Well, what do you want me to do?" I asked and nearly choked. "Fuck that. I told you to let him do what he wanted. Hell, you wanted to do him. Shut up and enjoy it and leave me alone."

"Oh shit, he's back." She hung up on me. 

I went back to sleep. Monday night I called the guys. I was ready, well half-ready. No sense in waiting. Cake's done, I figured I could frost it in my own time. 

We all had time Wednesday night late. I had a late class and I arranged to meet at the pizza place at nine. I got there and everyone was there, pizza was ordered. 

Chris waved at me, looking worried and irate at the same time. 

I sat down and ate for a few minutes while everyone finished their cokes. No beers for us, too young. I had eight months to go. Fuck me, then suddenly I'd be old enough. I wondered if I could just get off the train the day after and hang for a couple decades. My brain hurt. Statistics always fucked me up.

"So? Sonny, what's this all about?" Landon asked. 

Sammy seemed subdued. Brent seemed distracted and Landon seemed really impatient. I looked at Chris. 

"Chris, did you get a part in the play?" I asked. 

He nodded, almost morose. 

"You don't seem too happy about it." 

He shook his head. "D. Debra Hamilton got one of the female leads. She is going to be Helen Wheels. God, she put her arms around me and whispered in my ear that I'd already had a taste so she didn't have to worry about me making passes at her so we could be great friends. Then she fucking stuck her tongue in my ear. Shit, I think she is planning on teasing me like she's teasing you." 

I grinned at his discomfort. "Don't worry about D. Debra. I have her figured and in the long run, we'll extend the MILF list to her too, that is I will. In the meantime, I have a couple other things to discuss." 

Brent looked up. He looked like a lovesick puppy. "You make this sound like a meeting. Should I take notes?" 

"Fuck you, Brent, what are you doing taking Sammy's lines!" I looked at Sammy, expecting some half witty smirk. He stared into space, not even listening. 

"Listen guys, about D. Debra, I need one of you to fuck her. Strike that, I want all of you to fuck her but let's start with one of you. Who's it going to be?" 

They all looked around at each other. Sammy finally shook his head. "No can do, Tonto." 

No one spoke up. "Hey guys, have you seen her lately?" 

No one responded. Chris was staring at his hands. 

"Chris, tell them."

"Yeah, she's great. She'll fuck you great once and then never again." 

"Sounds wonderful." Sammy growled. Shit, he was in a bad mood. He finally met my eyes. "Sonny, you told Mom to fuck me, right? Now she won't. Told me no more. Why did you tell her to stop? I was just getting going."

"I didn't. She, she'd had enough. Dude, I don't think you were quite careful enough." He didn't look like he believed me. "Oh, I told her about Ellen. And you." 

Sammy exploded. "What? What? You told her? When?"

"Oh a couple weeks ago, not quite two." 

"Goddammit, you could have mentioned it."

"Didn't she?" 

"No. I, shit, shit, shit! I could have, goddammit! Now what I am going to do? She cut me off!" 

I looked around at the other guys. "Listen guys, I needed to get you all together to discuss something. I, I want to do something that directly affects you and, well, I know it sounds weird but I need you to be on-board." 

I grinned, excitement coursing through me. "I am starting a harem and I want your moms to be the first members." I almost burst out laughing. My friends looked at me like I was crazy. 

"Jesus, he's gone around the bend. Finally." Sammy whispered. 

"A harem? Like a harem? A real harem?" Brent muttered, eying me over the top of his glasses.

"No, not a real harem." Landon said. "Let's let Sonny talk and then we can see what we see."

I nodded, thankful for the support. I reached in my backpack and took out a cloth bundle. I unwrapped it and dumped the contents onto the table. Four collars clinked on the table top. "I want you all to take one and give it to your mom. Tell her, tell her that it is mine and so long as she wears it, she cannot fuck anyone but me. No, tell her she can only fuck who I tell her she can fuck. Kiss, hug, touch, rub her body up against, all of that, mine. You tell her I own her body and her pleasure and she has to call me if she wants to fuck someone."

Landon still looked at me like I was nuts. "Fuck no, Sonny. Why would we do that?"

"Why would they do that?" Brent asked reasonably, one leg bouncing like a compressor piston. 

"Wait, listen, just listen guys. I know this sounds weird but I haven't figured out another way. This is not binding them up. It just means if they want to fuck you or anyone else without talking to me first, they take off the collar. Simple."

"So what's the point?" Sammy asked morosely. 

Now I grinned. "Influence. I get them to put on the collar and pretty soon, they are comfortable with letting me control their sex lives. Ask Sammy, ask Chris. Laura and Alissa are doing this already. They both need my approval to feel easy with what they do with their bodies. I am just putting a symbol of ownership around their necks so they can think about it all day long. Whenever they look in the mirror, they'll see my collar and they'll get a tingle in the twat that tells them they are mine!" I grinned in anticipation, thinking about having them all hooked to me like Laura and Alissa were.

"Fuck you, Sonny. Why would we do that?" Sammy growled.

"Why did you do that, don't you mean?" Brent pointed out.

Sammy scowled at him and actually stuck out his tongue. "I'll tell you why I did it. Sonny asked me to. Mom, god, it made her crazy but I swear, when she wasn't at work, all she thought about was sex. I'd hear her in her room crying and buzzing. I peeked once and there she was, starkers, on her back poking a buzzing little toy up the love chute and coming all over the place. She masturbated more after Sonny got control of her than I bet she ever did in her life before." 

"Thank you, you are making my point for me." I patted the air. "Landon, you have been asking for space from Kyla and you, Brent, you are doing your Aunt, you naughty boy! Both of you guys want your mothers to leave you alone. It is uncomfortable. It, it is unnerving. Sammy, you've been hiding the fact that you are doing an associate who works for your Mom. If your mom wears a collar, she can't say a thing. She'll butt out and the next thing you know you can do whatever you like. If she takes off the collar and lays down for you, fine but until then, she is back to being 'Mom' and hands off the house pussy. See? It ends the MILF list by formalizing their sexual identity that, frankly guys, we sort of screwed with pretty severely."

Chris finally looked directly at me. "I think you converted my mom into what she always wanted to be. She, god, she is so confused, like she doesn't know what to even want, much less to go after." Chris said. He cocked his head, "but maybe that makes sense, she wants someone to tell her what or who to do. Like you are doing. God, she seems happy about it, letting Sean bone her all the time."

"So what do we get out of this, Sonny? You get our Moms back and we get what?" Landon was always thinking ahead.

"My sisters." Chris' head jerked around, his eyes intense and narrow. "Chris, dude, sorry. I bonked Tawny before she got around to you. I've done Georgia and if they hadn't gotten called away to an out of town project, I would have done Dalia by now. She, she likes to watch, by the way so, so if you agree to this, be aware that she might want to sit by while you do Tawny or Georgia." 

"You are fucking your sisters? Is there any woman you haven't poked your cock into?" Sammy asked. 

I thought about it. "Oh, wait, I know that. D. Debra Hamilton. Don't worry, I am going to have her before I turn forty."

Landon smirked. "Ambitious, aren't you." 

I ignored him this time. "Listen guys, I am taking back your moms but exchanging them with a whole new raft of panting pussy. My sisters, well, they need a little airtight practice."

"Goddamn you, Sonny!" Chris growled. "I am just getting with our sister and you spring this on me! Now I have to share her?"

I looked at him, not jumping to any words. I waited. He waited longer than I could. "Chris, I am sorry to have to tell you this but Tawny is going to fuck whoever she wants."

"Like you?" 

I nodded. "Like me. This deal is not for control of my sisters. Shit, it is more to give me a little control. I, I have been negotiating with them since Mom left..."

"For what? To fuck them?"

I shook my head. "If I had left it up to them I'd be chained to the bed and be hand fed oysters while they took turns fucking me to death. In case you haven't noticed, women can fuck with absolutely no effort and without end. We can't. I can't. At some point, we wear out like any machine and we need serviced and rebuilt before we can return to action. While men recover from fucking, we run the world. Work regenerates us till it is time to service the female in question again."

"Serviced before we service." Sammy chortled. 

I felt better hearing that. Sammy's mood seemed to have shifted. "My point is that women can fuck all the time but we can't so we have to fuck with their heads. Shopping and flattery and balls and gowns, all that stuff that makes her wet but doesn't leave her desperate. Whatever it is. Us guys, we get wound up over one thing."

"Pussy!" Sammy and Brent said together. Then both said, "Jinx!" and grinned. 

I was so relieved. I thought I could have easily ended up face down in the gutter with my ass kicked up between my ears with this suggestion. "Listen, you know about Sean and his mother, right. I think there are others, other guys who would give their right hind leg to have sex with their moms." I narrowed my eyes. "I have been doing some work with Alissa for Sid Kingston and, well, I think I have found a mother and daughter we could do together."

"Ugly?" Landon asked.

I looked at him. "What do you care? Did you develop standards while you were fucking your mother and your girlfriend was hooking?" I felt a little pissy, I guess and as soon as the acid spewed past my teeth I realized I was irritated that Landon had the gall to question my taste in women. 

He held up his hands. "Whoa, big guy. Just asking. It, it seems impossible that a hot mother would have a hot daughter and they would both be willing to fuck us at the same time, is all. Beauty is more competitive than any dicks, in my experience. That's why I asked."

I shrugged. "I did them both a few days a go, weekend before last. Trust me, they'll do us."

"What about Quilla and Lydia Favors?" Chris asked, eying me with the same dark stare I had seen before. "What about them?"

I shrugged. "Certainly a daughter and mother worth making airtight..."

Sammy grunted. "Airtight hell, I just want to go from one to the other and back again, just to see if their pussies feel the same."

I nodded. "They don't. But that is the point. I am not asking you guys to just swear off mommy in return for nothing. I will continue to line you up with pussy." I looked at Brent. "Do you think you'd be doing Aunt Norma at the moment if I hadn't introduced her?" 

"Introduced her? Shit, she's my...oh, I see." Brent eyed me. "I was looking forward to doing them both together." He said darkly. 

"No problem. Just tell Natasha to take off her collar first or call me." I looked around at my friends. "You all need to know that if they won't take off their collars and they or you call me, you better have something to trade." 

"Trade? Something to trade? You mean like an iPad or a mo-ped?" Sammy asked. 

"You know what I mean. Pussy. Pussy for pussy. Girlfriend. Neighbor. Teacher. I don't care. If I can get the bra off, its a deal." 

Landon shook his head. "That sounds gross." 

I looked in amazement at him. Who was he fooling, Mr. Fuck 'em if you can. "It isn't like that at all. My point is that if you come begging me to let you fuck your Mom and I have to tell her to do you, I have to have a good reason. I need to tell her I am getting something for her or it won't work. She'll think, she'll think she is just giving it away, I won't own anything and the collars won't mean anything." I was making sense even to myself. Wow. 

Brent nodded. "He's right. And think about it, when Cici gets back..."

"Oh shit! Cici and Georgia!"

"And Dalia." Brent added. 

After a long pause, Chris chimed in. "And Tawny." He looked at me. "You fucker, you knew it would always get around to this, didn't you? Fuck me, guys, think about having Cici and her daughters on either end of the rail?" He shook his head, almost grinning. "Goddamn you, Sonny! Lydia Favors and Quilla? Two redheads on the rail crying and coming at the same time! Fuck me."




Extending the MILF List Ch. 09



"How do you think Tawny would feel about that?" Landon asked. 

Chris looked at me out of the corner of his eyes. "Fuck if I know. Ask Sonny, I bet he does."

I regarded Chris for a moment and did not detect animosity behind his deflection, so I answered him. "Chris, you seem to be taking up residence in the world of toys, trinkets and machines. I am a tourist. I'll visit but for me, a woman kissing me while I measure her vagina with my cock is enough. I am a simple guy. I simply love pussy. The rest, I'll try it but it ain't me. Never going to be. When I find a woman who's happiness depends on being strung up from the rafters and tickled with feathers till she pees herself, I'll send her your way. Oh, I'll fuck her first and in the meantime, the rest, the rest I'll find a way to fuck my way. But I ain't recruiting for you no matter how much it seems like I am." 

I shook my head, thinking of another aspect. "Having said that, Chris, I am pretty sure that most of the women we know will want to try it a time or two. The rail I mean, at least. Shit, I bet Annie misses it." 

"Hey, yeah, what about Annie?" Sammy asked. "It was pretty cool to do her again on New Year's." 

I shrugged. "Things are changing there. I..." I hesitated to lay out for them the scope of my work with Sid. Work? Shit. Well, I was getting paid but not for the dick, but for taking control. Hmmm. "She, Annie is a bright woman and I think she has an interest in getting involved in Sid's business. That would change things with us."

"She going to wear a collar?" Landon asked.

"Oh. I, well, yes. She has one now." I said more softly. "Truthfully, I don't know if Kyla or Natasha will go along with this but I am hoping the social proof will lure them into it. You guys might coordinate and make sure they are last to know about the collars." 

Landon shook his head. "I think you should handle that. Tell them, tell them you are cutting them off and you want them to wear the collars. You'll tell us to lay off, to go back to treating them like mothers in the normal sense of the word, if they wear the collars. I, I think they might go for that. It returns some control to them and the ability to predict things rather than the chaos of how things are now. Things are weird any way you look at it and in a way that seems to make Kyla a little crazy right now." He nodded once. "It's a good idea but you tell them. Besides, it'll make you look more commanding if you cut them off from us and make us conform." 

I nodded, suppressing the urge to do a happy dance. I wanted them to hand that to me. I wanted that job but I did not want to have to bid for it. 

"When do we get the mother-daughter thing?" Sammy asked. 

"Don't worry. I'll get around to it. I, I have several things to work out first. I'll let you know." I looked around at the guys and decided to add a kicker. "I am sure Mom will be back, eventually." 

"Jesus in hot pants!" Sammy responded. "A MILF and three daughters? Oh fuck me!" 

Landon nodded, a curious look on his face. "I think recruiting a mother and a daughter would be way cool." 

I gave him a look. Landon never said "way cool" in a sentence. Someone was poring sweet nothings in his ear and turning his brain into nothing. Not really my problem. 

"I'll figure it out. I'll let you know when the die is cast, so do mommy while the sun shines." 

"Fuck you." Sammy and Chris said at once. They looked at each other and then back at me. 

I shrugged. We left it like that. 

That was that. That was the first half of my inspiration. The other half I hadn't quite worked out yet. The main problem I faced was how to conform the MILFs to this idea! I needed to puzzle on that for a while. I drove home abuzz with possibilities but none seemed sensible to me. In order to find Prince Charming you have to kiss a lot of frogs...okay, not really the right metaphor for a heterosexual guy lining up MILF pussy but the idea is right. You sort through a lot of crap before you find the right solution. All I needed was inspiration. Sometimes that arrives in surprising ways.

Later in the week, I swung by Mary's jewelry store and had the collars engraved. On the inside curve, I had them write, "Sonny's" and nothing else. At two spots on the external curve, I had them put something different. At one spot, it read in fine, difficult to read script, "Available" and at the other spot, it read, "On request" Mary's boss was there and so she had to engrave them without commenting but when she handed them back to me, her hand caressed my wrist and her eyes twinkled like I had just given her a velvet covered dildo. 

I was so pleased with myself I went home and studied. Thursday I had a day full of class and decided to hang at the library and work for a while. I got so engrossed in my work I did not notice the time until Suzanne Northcutt tapped me on the shoulder and sat down across from me.

I stared at her and knuckled my eyes. "Jews and crackers, is that you? I must be dreaming but I would swear I am seeing Suzanne Northcutt in the college library."

"Happy to see me?" She asked lightly. 

I sat up and back, like I was seeing something dangerous. "How did you know I was here?" I asked, suspicious. 

She smiled sweetly. "I installed a find-this-phone app on your phone while you were showering the other day." 

I snatched at my phone and looked through it till I found it. Sure enough, there it was big as life. 

"What's the matter, Sonny, aren't you happy to see me?" 

"I don't know. Need another favor?" 

She leaned over the table, parting her fur coat and her tits appeared as her blouse gapped in front of me. "We are supposed to be having an affair. I, I think I want us to get caught. But if we do get caught, we need to have a little experience or my husband will never believe me. See, I don't usually like younger boys like you." 

I was going to point at that that was not always true, if what she said on the matter previously but decided to let well enough alone. I nodded though because "a little experience" sounded pretty good to me right now. "What do you have in mind?" I asked. 

She gestured at the table. "I think you should walk me to my car. Someone might get me." 

"Hell, I might get you." 

She grinned. "Why do you think I'm here?" 

Rhetorical questions have a way of hiding something. Still, I was pretty sure I knew what she was offering. I packed up and turned to the main stairs and elevators but she pulled me through the stacks to a back exit. 

"My car is this way." She murmured, pushing open the EXIT door. I thought an alarm would go off but nothing happened so I followed her into the stairwell. It was heated but barely; just bands of bare concrete interspersed with like bands of crosshatched concrete blocks. We descended down three flights but then she stopped. She sat down her purse, unbuttoned her coat, took my backpack from my hand and dropped it. 

She put both hands to my face and kissed me. She drew back, eyes searching. "Aren't you going to kiss me back? Surely you don't think it make sense to have sex in the cold out there, do you?" She kissed me again. "It is much warmer in here, I assure you!" 

I kissed her. I got hard when her hand found my cock and rubbed me. Her palm hard against my crotch aroused my tired, depressed little soldier and soon he was at parade rest, saluting and everything. 

For a moment, I was nervous. This woman had, she had experience and she was here with me. The thought wilted my cock for a moment but then I wondered how long since she had been treated like a normal college girl? I kissed her deep and thoroughly, moving one hand up to clutch her breast. My cock approved of my approach. Her arms went around my neck, laying on my shoulders while I kissed down one side of her neck. I pulled at her blouse and bared the slope of one breast, kissing down it on the way to her nipple but she pulled my mouth back to hers.

Her hands slithered down my chest and she unbuckled my pants. The zipper tickled down my cock and then her hot hands cradled cock and balls. She broke the kiss to squat before me. She pulled my slacks down and stared at my cock.

"Oh my, cocks are so interesting. I could play with it all night." 

"I'll give you two minutes." I responded seriously. 

Suzanne laughed and sucked my cock into her mouth. A minute of her attention and my hair was standing on end. I felt like a ball of lightning. I pulled at her shoulders and she rose up like a hot air balloon. Her mouth fit against mine and her tongue lashed lips and mouth. She panted, snorting as she lifted her skirt. 

I tried to help but my bare cock seemed to have taken away all my coordination. Suzanne got her dress up over her hips. She wore a black and red corset that ran lines down to her stockings. Her crotch was bare. I know because I checked thoroughly. Finally, with me still fingering her pussy, Suzanne grasped my cock and pulled me between her legs. 

"Put it in me, for fuck's sake!" She growled.

She sounded really sincere so I did. She wailed with her approval and I felt so proud...for about two seconds before the hot, wet, slick feel of her pussy enveloped my consciousness. I slammed into her, ramming her against the cold stone wall. She had one leg hooked around my waist. She tried to lift the other but she is a substantial woman and there was no way I could support her and fuck her at the same time. I pinched her against the wall and ground into her. 

"Oh fuck me, Sonny!" She gasped, her face next to my ear. She turned her head to kiss my ear and that lit me up. God, it felt so erotic, taking her like this, so suddenly, so unexpectedly. I was so hard and her body felt so good ensconced on my cock. She kept trying to lift the other leg but she'd sag down forcing her to stand again. I had hold of the one leg. She did not seem flexible enough to prop that one leg over my shoulder so I hooked my arm under her knee, turned her a little to the side and began to bang her against the wall.

"Uh, uh, uh!" She grunted. 

I felt the first early sparks of orgasm when I heard the door bang open somewhere above us. I heard voices, female and male tittering around laughter. Footfalls on the metal and concrete steps echoed around us. I tried to pull out of Suzanne but she locked her arms around my neck.

"Don't! Don't stop!" She hissed in my ear and promptly sucked at it. The shiver that ran down me might have been the cold of the night but it could also have been the feeling of having a woman mounted on my cock just as a crowd of peers are about to saunter by. 

I closed my eyes and concentrated on the deep pleasure of her pussy. I hammered into her, rapping her against the wall. Her gasps and grunts seemed monstrous and loud but perhaps only to me. The people above us continued to chatter and laugh but then it all turned to hissing whispers. 

I snagged one line from among the gaggle. "He's fucking her!" I heard very distinctly. 

I closed my eyes. I figured they were on the landing above us, looking down on my bare ass. I was about to get embarrassed but Suzann leaned back against the wall, leveraging her crotch hard against mine, pinning herself onto my cock. She leaned forward and pulled me into a lascivious kiss. For a moment, the smacking sound of our lips echoed all by itself in the stairwell.

"He's raping her." Someone said.

Suzanne took that moment, perhaps because of what they said to cry, "Oh god, yes, fuck me! Like that! Feels so good, don't stop! Harder!"

I fucked her harder, the words from above us threatening to undo me. I had thought of being accused and having the reputation for the guy arrested for raping the woman in the stairwell. I opened my eyes and saw the twisted snarl on Suzanne's lips and felt suddenly proud. 

"Can't rape the willing. Unless you meant she's raping him. That could be." The male voice shifted down to us. 

I lifted her leg, opening Suzanne further, shoving my cock into her over and over. She grunted, twitching as I fucked her. 

"Go on." Someone whispered. 

I felt their approach, like a heat wave; I am sure I imagined the rise in temperature. Suzanne had one hand behind my head and the other pulled at my hip while our bare bodies slapped together, cracking in the dank, acrid chill of the stairwell. 

"Shit, they aren't even stopping." A guy said. 

"Go, for heaven's sake, don't stop." A girl said.

I did not stop. I continued to plunge my cock over and over into her body. Suzanne grunted and gasped, breaking the kiss to press her body against me. 

I felt them passing by and suddenly my orgasm arrived. It must have sneaked up on me. Suddenly I fountained into Suzanne. She groaned and her hips rapped against me over and over and over to no avail. Though she grunted and tensed, she got not immediate release. 

Below us the door opened and banged and for a moment I thought I heard an echo above us. Then I heard footfalls. High heels. 

Oh Christ, I thought. Someone else is going to audit us. 

This time though, when the woman rounded the landing, the sound of her heels stopped and the she spoke. "What are you two doing?" 

Suzanne struggled to look around me. "Fucking. What does it look like?" 

The woman descended the steps. Another door banged above but no further steps could be heard. 

"What are you doing?" The woman said softly. 

"I am having sex with this young man. Do you mind." Suzanne growled. She lowered her leg and pulled off my cock, like a dirigible leaving its mooring. "Go on, then." 

I bowed my head and closed my eyes. My cock dripped and went cold in the night air, not as cold as outside but enough of a chill to shrivel my pride and joy. Accordingly I hunched my shoulders and waited for either the woman to leave or call security.  

Instead, no one moved. Finally I opened my eyes and looked around. The woman stared at us. 

Fuck! I thought. It was a professor. I didn't know her name but I had seen her around the campus a lot. She regarded us with cool appraisal. 

"Aren't you a little old for him? In fact, what are you doing on the campus at this time of night?" 

"I am fucking my lover." Suzanne said. "Care to watch? Participate?" 

I thought for sure hell would happen right there so I closed my eyes and turned away so my balls wouldn't get banged around. Cringing, I tensed. For a moment, I heard nothing. Then I heard a soft moan.

"Oh no, don't, don't do that." 

I lifted my head and turned to look. 

Suzanne had both hands on the other woman's enormous tits. The woman carried a brief case, dangling forgotten from her right hand. The other held the left side of her long winter coat open. Suzanne massaged her tits. The woman's dark brown hair was pinned up in a repressed woman's bun but the rest of her was tuned to Suzanne's hands on her tits. Her chin was raised and her mouth was open, her eyes stared down at the hands on her tits. 

Suzanne pushed the coat off the woman's shoulders and then stripped the top of her dress wide. In two simple motions, Suzanne shifted the woman's breasts into the open, clutching one in each hand. 

"Oh god, don't...uh...stop." The woman moaned. 

"I told you to go on." Suzanne said, stepping closer. "Are you going to move on?" Her hands mauled the huge tits. 

"No." The woman moaned, but I didn't think it was really an answer to Suzanne's question. 

Suzanne took it that way. "Fine. Stay." She moved closer and crouched, moving her mouth to the curve of a breast. The woman's head dropped back, tilting her face to the sky. "Oh my god." She hissed. "No, don't, please," but when Suzanne did stop, she opened her eyes. "Oh don't stop. No, not now. Don't. Don't stop." She moaned. 

Wow, I thought. That is one hot teacher. She seems to be instantly aroused. 

Suzanne seemed unaffected by the woman. She moved one hand to the woman's side and moved her around till her back was against the wall. I looked down. The woman had netted stockings on. I shook my head. 

"Get her brief case." Suzanne said. 

I looked askance at her. She twisted to look at me. "I mean sit it down, so we can get her coat off." 

"What are you going to do?" 

Suzanne grinned. "Not what I am going to do, what is she going to do." She put both hands back on the woman's bulging tits. "I am going to eat her, to start with. I bet she tastes wonderful."

I had my doubts. A long day in class must leave a woman a bit gamey. Well, what the hell, Suzanne didn't volunteer me to go ice fishing. I took the briefcase out of the woman's hand and set it down. She did not seem to notice. Suzanne was sucking loudly on her tits. I heard something above us but only a single clink, like metal contracting in the increasing cold. 

Suzanne stopped sucking the woman's tits. "Her, her panties. Pull them down." Suzanne panted. "God, what tits!" 

The woman moaned in response to the observation. 

When I didn't move, Suzanne twisted around and glared at me. "Are you deaf. Pull down her knickers!" 

I nodded. The woman wore a tight, black dress. She had thick legs. I pushed my hands under the skirt and found the netted stockings were nylons with the netting worked into them. Her skirt lifted as I slid my hands higher. Her thighs held the skirt taut so I had to push it off them to move my hands onto her hips. The skirt tightened and then snapped up to her waist, exposing her nylon-sheathed hips. I hooked a finger inside the waist band of the stockings and pulled them down her legs. They immediately rolled into a tight band that creased her fleshy thighs. She snuggled her heels together, relieving the pressure a little. She was helping us.

I felt a little better about accosting this innocent bystander. Everything in her deportment told me she wished to be plundered. Like my interpretation mattered. Suzanne had the woman's dress completely open, the bra, mashed below so that her tits sat up in her hands. The woman's head was pressed against the wall. Suzanne sucked first one breast then the other. 

When Suzanne finally noticed me watching, she leaned back and looked down. Seeing the band of pantyhose tangle with beige panties, she glared at me. "Get them down." She snarled, completely unhinged, it seemed to me. 

I thrummed the tight band and Suzanne stood up, leaving the woman alone. She fumbled in her purse and came up with a pair of scissors. "Hold her tits while I cut them, her panties I mean." She hissed. 

I did as instructed. 

Feeling my hands on her tits the woman opened her eyes and lowered her chin. Her eyes fixed on me. Oddly, I saw relief in them which her words explained.

"I am not a lesbian." She panted. "I am not a lesbian." 

Snip. Snip. Snip. The crisp sound of closing scissors punctuated the woman's words. 

Suzanne cut her out of her panties and nylons, tearing them right below her pussy, from waistband to waistband so that the woman had a ring of nylon and cotton tangled around each full thigh. Suzanne straightened. She looked at me. "There, that is how you get a woman's panties off if they don't cooperate." She looked at the woman.

I massaged the woman's tits. Suzanne leaned in against one arm, almost dislodging my hands. The woman watched her. Suzanne leaned in and kissed her on the mouth. When the brief kiss ended, the woman looked mortified.

"I am not a lesbian." She squawked. For her troubles she got another girl kiss. This time, however, Suzanne moved to the side and kissed her soundly and long, one hand grasping the woman behind her neck, right below the tight bun of her repression. 

When that kiss ended, the woman was panting. Again she mumbled, "I am not a lesbian." 

"I'm not a lesbian either but I am going to eat you. Then to reassure yourself, you can suck his cock and he'll fuck you. If you ask nice, I am sure he will." Suzanne's voice was hard like granite and as cold. 




Extending the MILF List Ch. 09



"Yes, yes, okay." The woman moaned. I am sure it was because my tit massage was world class and had nothing to do with Suzanne worming her finger into the woman's pussy. 

"Oh looked, she's wet as spring." Suzanne cooed, kissed the woman lightly on the mouth and stared hard into her eyes. "Ever been eaten by a woman?" 

The woman shook her head. "No." She trembled. Her hands were both flat against the cold wall, like someone stapled her to it. She did not move, though her body quivered. "I am not a lesbian." 

Suzanne squatted, pushed the woman's legs wider and bent her head back, moved in closer, and kissed the woman's pussy. 

"Ugh!" The woman grunted. "I am not a lesbian." She mumbled that assertion several times while Suzanne licked and sucked and kissed her pussy. At one point, the woman shifted her feet out further and rocked her hips forward, bringing her pussy more firmly into contact with Suzanne's mouth. 

I moved around to the side and bent to her tits, kissing the one I could reach easily while Suzanne slurped between her open legs. The woman's taut skirt was around her waist. Suddenly her body twitched, shuddered and she cried out. "I am not a lesbian," in a long singsong voice. "I am not a lesbian." She moaned, more quietly. 

Suzanne stood up. "I made her come. I think she's worried about being a lesbian, what do you think?" 

I withdrew my mouth from her tit and nodded. I had no words.

The woman watched us, her hands on the wall, her tits perched over the line of her crumpled bra and gaping dress, her panties and nylons cut in two and twisted onto each thigh about two thirds of the way to her knees. 

"Oh my, my that felt good." The woman whispered. "I am not a lesbian." 

Suzanne shook her head. "No, you are not a lesbian and to prove it, you should suck his cock for him before he fucks you." 

I was shocked by how rapidly and smoothly the woman got onto her knees. Suzanne rocked her onto her heels and put her brief case under her knees. The woman stood on her knees then, opened her mouth and closed her eyes.

"Don't tell me you don't know what she wants, buddy." Suzanne whispered. 

My cock had long since gotten cold and retreated into himself. I stood up and presented her with my shriveled sense of self. Her warm lips and strong, wet tongue soon changed my condition. As my cock grew stronger, she sucked harder and pretty soon, her mouth was full of very hard cock. She bobbed her head back and forth, rubbing the head across the ribbed texture of the roof of her mouth. 

It nearly made me scream. God, it felt good. I wanted her to take me deeper as my harem tended to do but she never did. She continued to suck until Suzanne tapped her on the temple. Her eyes opened. 

"Still sure you aren't a lesbian?" Suzanne said, bending over to look the woman in the eyes. 

She shook her head. "I am not a lesbian." 

"I think you need reassurance. Stand up and let him fuck you." 

The woman stood up and braced her legs wide, her back and ass on the cold wall. She shivered but then rolled her hips forward, parting the lips of her pussy and showing us the bubbling mixture. 

"Fuck her." Suzanne grunted. 

I heard something above us again and glanced up. I saw someone, black hair and a dark face that disappeared around the corner of the landing.

"Fuck her." Suzanne said again. 

"Yes, yes, fuck me!" The woman gasped, her eyes were wild. 

I stepped up to the plate and ran my cock into the panting woman. She bubbled and squelched as I speared into her plush body. She grunted and hunched her hips at me, seating more and more cock inside her body each time her hips popped towards me. I moved forward, pushing my cock through the swelter of hot pussy till we ground together. 

"Oh fuck, fuck, fuck me!" The woman groaned, her body pulsing at me as I ground us together. "Oh god, oh god, fuck me!"

"You'll have to settle for me." I growled through gritted teeth. After being inside her mouth, her pussy seemed incredibly soft and hot. I could swear she steamed in the chilly air. I pulled back and rammed into her. I gripped her hips and pulled as I slammed into her. 

The woman groaned and then bucked into an instant orgasm. "I...am...not...les...bee...an!" She cried as her climax broke over her. She grunted and grunted, her hands finding my hips and pulling at me. After a while she stilled, panting and sizzling. 

Suzanne pulled at my shoulders. "Let her go." She whispered. 

I pulled out from between her clasping pussy lips, unclear about who released whom. She seemed voracious but she straightened, tucked her tits away, righted her blouse and pulled the tight skirt down her legs. She primly donned her coat, picked up the briefcase, and tottered down the stairs. She wobbled, unsteadily, holding tightly to the railing. 

Suzanne turned to look at me. "Another go?" She tweaked the bare end of my cock. "You didn't fill her up, did you?"

I shook my head. "Suck it." I mumbled. "Taste her again."

Suzanne got carefully to her knees and was just licking the dewy end of my cock when the other woman appeared. She was slight, maybe five two or five three. Her kinky hair piled on her head, her black skin glowed. She held an arm load of books against her whippet body. She emerged from the upper shadows of the staircase, rounded the landing by the door and stood looking down on the blond woman sucking my cock. 

"She sucking your cock." She said softly. 

I felt Suzanne's teeth for a moment. I placed a hand on the back of her head and held her in place, even pushing my cock a little deeper. Suzanne hacked a little and rose up on her knees and pushed her mouth all the way down onto my cock. 

"God." The girl breathed. She took a step down. She had a long coat, woven, knitted and dull green, like military green. It could not provide much protection against the cold. She took another step down, another step closer. Suzanne's back was to her. 

I knotted my hand in the blond hair. I felt the increased suction immediately on my cock. 

"You fucked Mrs. Pointers." The lithe black girl said. "What she said, it was all a lie. Everyone knows." She whispered the words. "She loves nothing better than the taste of another woman." The girl descended another step. "Oh, her husband doesn't know but she does love the Sapphic love." She took another step. I could see her bare belly showing beneath the lower edge of her tight little shirt. "You, you fucked her. I saw it." She smiled thinly then, making her thick, dark lips tight lines on her lean face. "I saw her climax with your dick in her. I saw it. If, if you fucked her, I mean if you didn't come, you can surely fuck me." 

Surely Suzanne heard her clearly and kept trying to withdraw her mouth from my cock. I knew she probably had something to say but I kept her mouth full of cock. 

"You can fuck me." The girl said again, a mixed tone, half statement, half plea, half question, half command. With that many halves, she was saying at least two whole things. She managed to get a lot into that simple statement. Despite the sudden urge to have Suzanne swallow my cum, I agreed with the girl. 

"Take off your clothes. I'll fuck you naked or not at all." I said carefully. I held onto Suzanne's head, holding her still till the tide of orgasm receded somewhat. 

The girl carefully put her books down. "What if someone comes."

"You'll come." I promised, not honestly because honestly, men do the best we can and that's all. Making promises is just arrogance, but not always invalid. 

"I mean," she shrugged off the knitted coat and it pooled on the steps at her feet. She seemed unconcerned. "I mean, what if someone sees us?" She managed to make that a clear question. 

"They'll see you coming, mounted on my cock like a pig on a spit." 

Her face wrinkled. "Not a pretty simile if you are trying to seduce me." She said, taking another step down and pulling her little tee shirt off her torso. She wore no bra. Her tits were spared, suggestions on an athlete's body.

Suzanne sucked hard on my cock. I think, suddenly, she wanted a taste of the voice she had yet to connect to a body. I pushed my cock as deep into her mouth as it would go and held her till she fought for breath, covering her eyes with my abdomen just to be perverse. She struggled so I pulled her completely off my cock and she sat gasping and grunting. Her eyes went immediately to this new woman on the menu. 

The girl unbuttoned her blue jeans and shucked them down her body. She was paper thin, her skin stretched over her frame, her ribs visible, her stomach rippling with muscle. She stripped her thong down and revealed her little pussy, a tuft of black hair, like a top hat over the pinched little lips. 

"I think my friend here wants a taste of you, then I want to put this inside of you." 

The girl pulled off her sneakers and stepped onto the cold floor. She grabbed her discarded coat and tossed it between her and Suzanne. Suzanne and twisted to look at the girl, settling back onto her heels. 

The girl walked onto her coat up to where Suzanne sat. She looked up at me, then down at my cock, and finally at Suzanne. "She's pretty. Does she know how to please a woman?"

"Find out." I gestured. 

Suzanne's hands reached out to the woman's ankles and skimmed up to her knees and onto her perfect thighs. They were proportioned to her body but full and thick with woven muscle. Suzanne's white hands moved higher till they were at the top of her thighs. She pulled the black woman closer and looked up her body at the brown eyes staring down at her. The black woman had nearly no tits, little hillocks with nipples, hard nubs at the summit of each little swell. 

Suzanne rose up, holding the woman by her hips. She sucked at the right nipple till the girl gasped. Her black hands moved to the back of Suzanne's blond hair, holding her in place, then moving her to the other nipple. Moments later, she pushed Suzanne lower, planting the white woman's face between her legs. The black girl rolled her hips forward, presenting her pussy for inspection. Suzanne gripped her ass and sucked hard on her little pussy, inspecting it thoroughly; a cavity search performed with a tongue is very thorough. 

The black woman convulsed, her back arching, tipping her beautiful face to the sky. "Oh god, she eats well. My god, what a mouth, what a tongue. Her tongue, it is inside me, uh, uh, oh god, it feels so good!" Her body was shaking but she twisted out of Suzanne's clutches. "She, another time, perhaps but, now, now I want your cock in me." 

She stepped around Suzanne who, oddly, remained crouched before us. The girl looked up at me. "My name is Stephanie. Please fuck me." 

How polite, I thought. "I would be happy to fuck you, Stephanie. I'm Sonny." I said. 

She smiled brightly and put out a small hand and bent my bouncing cock down towards her middle. She tilted her body and lifted one leg. I had to crouch so she could connect my cock to her glistening little slit below her little top hat. She positioned it and then leaned her body against it. 

After initial resistance, my cock popped inside her body. 

"Uh," the girl groaned. She pushed hard, leaning her weight onto my cock. My cock slid into her. 

My god, she was tight, close and firm like the rest of her body. She was hot, and slick, and smooth. The pleasure blinded me, shooting through me with gouts of erotic joy that made my muscles seize and tense. I took a step past her one leg, looped an arm under her raised leg, now high enough that she could touch her nose to her knee cap. 

I lifted her off her other leg. It swung around and up as I lifted her off the ground. I caught her free knee with my other hand and for a moment, her weight was on both hands and my cock at the center of her body. Then she slid down my cock. I did not have good enough control of her weight to prevent the fall, her body gobbled my cock up like a cigar into Monica. She dropped down onto my cock, fully impaled.

"Oh god!" She screamed, a loud, piercing scream that echoed up the stairwell and down again. I think the noise of it frightened her because she banged her face forward into my chest. She locked both legs around me and immediately began to fuck me, rapping her ass up and down in my hands, spearing my cock deep into her with each motion. 

"Oh, god, sorry. I scream when I come and, and, and I just, just oh god, I'm coming again!" She lurched, her whole body hard like wood, bucking with my cock buried in her. Stephanie bucked and shook as the orgasm wracked her. She quivered in my arms. 

Suddenly I felt her weight. She seemed to go lax and I realized she had been supporting some of her weight with her hands on my shoulders but now she had released it. Her weight threated to tip me over. I felt my balance going and with Suzanne in front of the foot bearing the most weight, I could not step forward to keep us from falling. I twisted towards the wall. Just in time, I let us fall into the wall. I still kicked Suzanne's ass with my foot as I whipped it around to keep from falling over completely. 

Nonetheless, we came to rest with Stephanie between me and the wall, my cock jammed completely into her body. She was shaking and gasping, her forehead banging against my chest as she shook. She finally calmed a little.

"Oh, so full of cock." She whispered, lifting her head. 

I bent to her offering and kissed her lips. They were plush and full, expressing her passion as she kissed me back. Her hands gripped me like little spikes, hooked to me while I ground her back against the wall. Moments later, she stiffened, her legs snapping past me and her back sought to straighten. I held her by the ass, pinioning her to me while she gasped and croaked and bucked in my arms. I got my hands up onto the wall, bracing us so all my weight was not against her clinching pelvis but that put her legs up and out draped over my arms, leaving her suspended by them with her ass balanced on my cock in her pussy. 

I found that if I straightened my arms, she lifted up. When I relaxed, she dropped back down onto my cock. In this way, I could fuck her just by flexing my arms under her legs. I proceeded to do that. Over and over again I did exactly that till she began to dribble her lubricating gel onto my legs below. She shook, she barked like a hyena, she tried to twist but only succeeded in screwing herself more firmly onto my cock. 

"Cock, cock, cock in me." She gasped and then she clinched, her tight pussy sealing onto my cock, clicking down like a closing hatch on a submarine. "Uh, uh, uh," she chanted as a new wave of little orgasms rippled through her. I kissed her back against the wall and that allowed her to pop her pussy at my penetrating cock. While I kissed her, she rapped her pussy at my pubic bone, pulsing around me. 

"Oh my god, she is so tight." I mumbled. Moments later my orgasm swelled in me and overflowed. I pinned her hard against the wall and my body jerked between her legs. She shook and screamed into my chest, teeth tightly clinched. 

"Uh, uh, uh!" She cried, shaking her head. Her legs locked around me and then it was over. I twitched a few more times but then I went still, puffing and panting, one shoulder tilted against the wall. Stephanie was bent nearly double, her legs nearly on my shoulders. To my amazement, she moved first one, then the other leg up to my shoulders, with me pushing them against her chest. She panted and bucked, utterly helpless. 

"Oh god, I am coming some more!" She announced and sure enough, I felt her legs flexing, trying to push me on my ass. I leaned more weight on her and her pussy clamped down on my cock, the backs of her thighs against my stomach. 

"God, she is so tight." I muttered again. 

Stephanie continued to buck against me, her ankles rubbing against my ears. After a few minutes like this during which no one moved, she slowly and carefully moved her legs down and dangled from my spent cock and clinched hands on her ass. 

"Oh god, god, that was just what I needed." She patted my upper arms. "Let, let me down. Let me go. I have to study." 

I released her and crouched to help her get off my valiant cock. She immediately dressed, picked up her books and walked carefully down the steps, ass twitching to one side like she still had a wedgy. Suzanne sat on her heels, watching the girl go. When we both heard the door bang closed below us, Suzanne mumbled, "I bet she is accomplished at eating pussy." 

I wondered and that very idea seemed attractive. Suzanne sounded wistful, like she had just missed her train.

Suzanne took a few minutes to put herself in order. I put my clothing back in place. 

"Walk me to my car? Suzanne asked, which of course I did. God forbid someone rape her on the way to her car and ruin a perfectly nice evening. 

At her car she kissed me. "That my friend, is what its like have sex with strangers." 

I nodded. "Right, except, except that woman I fucked, she's my Economics professor." 

Suzanne looked at me an grinned. "Think that will help or hurt your grade?" She slammed the door and drove away. 

I went to my car, and drove home. 

By Saturday I had both projects fully completed. I was fussing with it that afternoon. Annie called me about seven. 

Her clipped British accent told me whom I was speaking with. "Sonny? Sid asked me if you have any solution for shielding Alissa from ending up shagged on her desk all the time? Any solution for the old in and out for Mrs. Honeywell?"

I still had little idea how to get where I was going. I had an idea but I did not want to discuss it till it firmed up. It began with Sonny's Harem. God, I did like the sound of that. The problem was how to sign up five or six American women to agree to be part of a Harem. For me, it would only work if it worked for them. I don't have the thorny disposition required to bend their will. I liked seduction, the passion and obsession that it engendered in a woman once it was successful. I wanted to seduce them into wanting it. But how? 

"Sonny? Are you there?"

I had been thinking to myself and lost track of what I was supposed to be doing. I nodded. "Yeah, I'm here. Is there a clock on this?"

"I, no, not that I know of. Sid, he wants to know though and, and I have the feeling that there is someone wondering about it."

"Alissa?" 

"Perhaps. I would be wondering if I was her. After all, Sid did tell her she would be blowing clients, signing contracts on her back, dipping their pen in her ink."

"Her honey pot?" I chortled. I got no response and realized that wasn't that funny. "Give me a little time. I'll figure something out." 

She agreed but by Sunday afternoon, my time had run out. Annie called me again. 

"Sonny, I, I have to ask you something." 

I hear the twanging tension in her voice, British but taut. "Oh, hello, Mrs. Kingston. What can I do for you?" I dissembled, trying to distract her from the point of the call, which I took to be another inquiry about my plans to help Alissa. Suddenly I felt the pressure and my stomach knotted. Shit. I had nothing to worry about because this had nothing to do with that. Well, not directly but as it turned out, the two things fit together like tab A in slot B. 

"Sonny, Mrs. Honeywell, Mrs. Wills, Mrs. Rossini, and Mrs. Clark are coming to my house tonight...if you will join them. They, they want to discuss something with you."

"Oh." I had a bad feeling but I am such a nervous Nelly sometimes. "Do I need to do research? Put together a project plan? List my action items?" 

"This is serious, Sonny." 

"I thought I was being serious." I shot back, the lie acrid on my tongue, on both counts.

"You are never serious." She responded.

I nodded. "Exactly, so what is the issue?" 




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"I don't know. I just...Mrs. Clark asked me to call you, to get you to my house. She, she said here is 'neutral territory'. That does not sound good." 

I agreed with that. I didn't like the idea of being summoned but what was I going to do? I was invited to a house filled with five women I had been inside, repeatedly. It would have been crass to get my back up now. 

"Seven o'clock." Anne said and I agreed. 

I arrived at twenty after just be to a butt, a fact Kyla made note of immediately after I sat down. I parked down the street and walked up the alley and in the back gate. They sat in Anne's living room like a high coven, watching me walk across the backyard. Natasha had a coffee cup poised half way to her lips, staring at me unmoving. No one else moved either. 

The tableau unnerved me but I took a deep breath, pulled the patio door to the side and stepped into the dimly lit house. "Hello, my pretties." I said with as much Gollum cheer as I could muster. 

"You're late, Sonny." Kyla snarled. Such a tone from her was like finding a tiny little pine cone in your milk shake. 

"I wanted to make an entrance." I responded and took a seat. 

"Sit down." She said unnecessarily. I was already seated. "We, the five of us feel that the situation with our, our sons," Kyla glanced at Anne who did not return it. "That situation has gotten out of hand. We, we think, we feel that we have lost all control and, and that is not right. We should be able to get what we want."

I grinned a plastic smile. "All you have to do is ask, my Princess." 

Alissa patted the air in my direction. "Just listen, will you Sonny? Let, let her finish." 

I looked around at the five women. Annie stared straight ahead, Laura refused to meet my eyes. The other three met my gaze with something akin to condemnation. I nodded. "Okay." I gestured with an open hand. "I'll listen. What am I listening to? Observation, criticism, request, or demand?" 

"Just, just let me finish." Kyla said, a quaver in her voice told me to relent and let things flow. 

I had a pit in my stomach the size of the Arctic ice cap, or what it was in 1982 anyway. I mentally shrugged. The MILF list could not last for ever. I nodded. "Okay. I'll go still and see what happens."

Kyla nodded. "We, we all think that you boys have gained too much power over us. We, we ask and if you want to give something to us, you do. We, we don't like that. I mean, it seems unfair." 

"Someone has to be on top." I clucked. 

"Sonny, goddammit." Kyla's face flushed. I could see it even in the gloom of the room. 

"Sonny, just listen." Alissa said. 

The Witches of Eastwick had been cooking in the same kitchen it seemed. I feared I was about to get a karmic wedgy. Time to grin and bear it. Bear it, not bare it. I almost laughed, nervously to be sure, but stifled it because I would surely have gotten clocked by a high heel. So I shut up and waited. 

"We think we should be on top." Kyla started but then swallowed. 

"Stick to the script, Kyla," Natasha whispered. 

She nodded. "We, want to have more freedom to, uh, to you know..." She trailed off

"Oh for shit's sake, Kyla. We want to fuck whoever we want whenever we want." Natasha said.

I put on my best astonished look I could manage with my sphincters taking up all the spare skin on my frame. I probably looked like I had botox injections. "I thought you all were still adult and free to do whatever you wished?" 

No one responded. The eerie silence felt like I'd farted at a funeral. I decided right then that shutting the fuck up was the best policy, so I shut the fuck up.

"Go on, Kyla." Natasha muttered. 

She nodded and swallowed. "I, uh, we, we want to work something out, between you, you and the boys and, and us. See, we, Alissa, Mrs. Honeywell..."

"Oh for Christ's sake, Kyla, just do it like we agreed. Stick to the fucking script!" Natasha seemed in an ill mood of monthly proportions. 

I made a note to tell fucking Brent he had to fuck her or tie her up in the basement till one of us found the time to hose her down a little. 

Kyla nodded again. "We, we think that you boys have been taking advantage of us and that must stop. This is not to say that we have not enjoyed how, how, how..." She looked around. "I can't say that." 

"We have enjoyed how you have serviced us." Natasha growled. "We appreciate that fucking your mothers may not be the most attractive options for young men like yourselves and since you all seem interested in, in branching out, we think we should have the right to uh, uh, branch out ourselves." 

They all nodded. 

"Page two." Kyla whispered. 

Jesus, I thought, what the hell is going on? I was about to find out. 

Natasha looked stuck.

Laura raised her head and in a good imitation of Marilyn Monroe singing "Happy Birthday, Mr. President" added her two cents worth. "Mrs. Honeywell is, uh, she has been offered a partnership at her firm but, but the two senior partners are engaged in a whispering campaign against her. She, she is facing opposition but worse, they want her to sign new business to match theirs but they are making it impossible for her. She, every man that came in her office this week expected her to have sex with them before they would sign with her."

"I didn't." Alissa said, her voice pitched with nerves. She looked at me as though I would condemn her if she had. I might have.

"She didn't." Laura continued, agreeing with Alissa. "But it is clear that Mr. uh..." she stammered to a halt.

"Bickerstaff and Kline." Alissa filled in.

"Right. Mr. Bickerstaff and Mr. Kline are telling everyone that she will provide sexual favors to obtain their business, just like she used to get her partnership." Laura halted and looked down, like she just noticed a cliff at her feet and it startled her.

Anne turned her head woodenly and looked at me, her flat Chinese eyes glinting in the dull light from the living room lamps. "Sid has indicated that there is a lot of business queuing up behind him and that Mrs. Honeywell needs to sign it or it will go to the knucklehead twins. He doesn't want that because he does not want them in his business. Since they can testify that they have seen her fuck you to get Sid's business, he feels responsible. And he is. I had the chance to present the situation to Mrs. Clark..."

It suddenly dawned on me that Annie was speaking, that is, Anne was speaking to these women in her British accent. They seemed unfazed by it. That told me something. I wasn't clear what but I knew that ground had shifted but I could not tell if it was turning to bog or getting crunchy under my feet. Change was in the air. That much was clear.

Kyla resumed the narrative. "Annie, er, Anne..." she smiled and then seemed to note herself that I was not surprised at this cultured tone from the pinyin-challenged woman we all knew initially. I wasn't the only one feeling the earth move. 

"Anne explained the situation to me in detail but that was after Cici called from China and advised me of the situation. She sketched it out for me and asked, she asked me to help Alissa."

I felt a lurch in my gut, another one. My loving mother was involved in this somehow. That gave me that "momma's little boy" glow that you hate as a son. It feels like contempt wrapped with love, a good definition of condescension, maybe. I managed to stay silent by biting down on my tongue. 

"We, I called the other, er, MILFs..." here she smiled a timid smile, like a woman flashing you at the driver's license place. "When, when we understood the situation we all agreed that we should do something. That was before Annie, er Anne, before Anne called us. She, clarified the situation..."

I wondered what that meant. How much detail went into that discussion? Sid's instructions to me? My opportunity to pork for pay? Surely Annie would not disclose that to these women? What if she did? 

"...and we decided we had to, to help Alissa. After all, this, this situation is partly our fault. That is, we all benefited from, ah, you're involvement. We felt it was right and correct of us to help Alissa out." She cleared her throat. 

"We want help but, well, we could not see exactly how to do it." She looked at Laura who was blushing darkly, clear up to the part in her blond hair. "Mrs. Wills suggested that we should offer to have sex with the clients who make it known that they will not sign with Alissa without, er, having sex with her. She offers them us, one of us."

"Or all of us." Natasha added, a curious warble in her voice. 

Kyla nodded, swallowed, "Yes, or all of us. We, we have discovered a capacity for uh, sexual, sexual, sexuality that we did not express before, uh, before you opened us up...to the possibilities..." She stalled.

"Before you plugged our son's cocks into our pussies." Alissa took up the narrative. "Before you seduced us, and then put our sons between our knees, we had no idea the things we have done would be possible. Now, now we know they are." Alissa swiped at her cheek with a knuckle. 

"What they, all of them are saying is this, Sonny. They, they think that if they fuck for me, I can get the business and not become the slut that fucks for business. Instead, I offer high quality pussy that no one else can offer. It is bullshit that Bicky and Kline flounce around chirping about me fucking to get business. They have been pimping women to clients for years. Ask Ellen. Ask Clara. They have both been bent over the couch in that apartment and they weren't alone. By that I mean, they are not the only women Bicky and Kline tied up and blindfolded and offered to any old dick that dangled business in front of them. Clara told me she had to fuck a judge to get Bicky out of a twenty dollar parking ticket, just because Bicky likes watching her get fucked." Alissa snorted.

That sounded like defense of Clara but I figured it just as likely that Clara got a zing and buzz out of it too. A match made in heaven, or at the hardware store, a nut and a bolt. 

"So, if I, if they want sex, and, and I can offer them your MILFs, then, then I have something they will not get anywhere else. But I won't be fucking anyone and that fits how Sid does business." 

Here she smiled a bleak grin. "According to Sid's approach, I can have sex with their wives, but not the men that come into my office. To fuck men, I have to find women who can do this sort of business, in Sid's scenario. I, I get the idea that he, he wants to suggest that but the man won't do it. He won't suggest that to me because, because I am a woman." 

Now her voice took on a harsh drag, like a bare metal blade scraping over concrete. "I fucking hate that. I, I want the option to use sex to get business but it is fucking unfair for me to have to do it myself. Bicky and Kline or any other man for that matter never has to get on his knees and suck a cock to sign a client. Why should I? Just because I suck cock, doesn't mean I should have to do what they don't!

"They get someone else to do it for them and it works fine for them. These fine ladies are merely offering to by my huckleberry. Berries." She smiled and sniffed. Tears tracked down both cheeks now and she just left them there, drawing glittering wiggly lines down her dark skin. "Kyla and Natasha, Laura and even Mrs. Kingston, they have all offered to get on their knees for me." 

Her voice hiccuped. She wiped her face with her wrist. "We talked this through yesterday and last night we called Annie," she looked at Mrs. Kingston and her face betrayed the impact of Anne's revelation of her own hidden personality. "...and we asked her to call you because we realized that we wanted to have someone between them and us. I mean, we, we all agreed that we wanted you to be the intermediary." 

"We want you to pimp for us." Natasha said, her voice a rapacious growl. 

"Natasha, hush." Anne's British burr struck like lightning in that close space. 

Mrs. Rossini looked suitably abashed. 

Kyla nodded. "That, that is about it, though. We want you to be the one to arrange for sex for Alissa's clients." 

"But there's a problem." Alissa offered.

"The boys." Natasha said. 

I almost laughed. If I had karmic debt, I must have been unjustly tortured, flayed, burned at the stake, crucified, whatever, this life was returning something that suggested I had been a fucking saint a dozen times in a row without any repayment expected or offered. My virtue was turning up roses, or pussy, as the case may be! I wished profoundly for botox to prevent me from cracking a lascivious grin. I think I sprained my face forcing it to remain impassive. 

"What do you think?" Alissa asked. 

I looked around at the five women, dumbstruck but not mindlessly so. Inside I was cursing a single detail I had neglected and that I had not anticipated this. 

"You hand us off to sucky fucky?" Annie asked in her clog-footed pidgin. 

That she did not smile nearly destroyed me. She delivered the line with a perfectly straight face. 

Suddenly the heavens opened and I saw the yellow brick road leading to a whole passel of pussy. I stood up, like I was a robot being controlled by someone with a joystick shoved up my ass. I went to the patio door, stepped out and was half way across the backyard before I realized I hadn't said anything to them. 

I turned around and found five women staring at me, astonishment tattooed on their faces. Even Anne's poker face disappeared, replaced with wide eyes that looked so unusual on her face, I came to immediately. I returned to the door, slid it open and stuck my head inside. "I'll be back. I have to run home." I turned back and then returned again. "Don't leave. Don't move. I'll be right back." I waited. No one spoke. "Don't fucking move! Don't leave till I come back." I said harshly and slid the door closed. 

I was halfway to my house before my cock hardened and both brains began to percolate with possibilities. I was pulling into the drive when I whooped a shout that made my cock hurt. 

I went into the dark house and found the four collars and drove back to Annie's house. This time I parked right in front. I tried the front door and found it locked. I rang the bell and Annie appeared. 

"What you doing, Sonny? Lose your mind?" She spoke without changing expression but then blinked her eyes at me a dozen times. 

I laughed like a madman. "Mrs. Kingston, I think I have a solution."

I shouldered past her and she followed me around to the living room. I unwrapped the silk from the little box. I flipped it open and dumped the collars on the coffee table by the couch. 

The four seated women stared at them. One by one they looked up at me.

I grinned. I turned back to Annie. "You have your collar?" I asked. 

She nodded. 

"Go get it. Bring it down here." 

She stared at me but then with a little nod disappeared upstairs. She wore a bushy white sweater that made her hair look like coiled night about her shoulders. Her flannel, plaid skirt fell to her ankles. 

I looked around at the MILFs. My heart roared in my ears. I began to talk but I could not tell, I might have been yelling. I felt like I was in a barrel talking to myself. 

"You all have several problems. Not the least is how to fuck these strangers without turning into a dick target, phone numbers written on the men's room walls, for a good time call 1-900 Kyla. Right? Not the worst of it, though is it? You four are all wondering how you fuck strangers without making your sons go apeshit and try to pull back on the bridle, try to make you take the bit. We have been tiptoeing around this from the beginning and it always comes back to one thing." I grinned now. I am sure my cock gained a new inch and a few more CC's in girth and volume. 

"Ask Sonny. Let Sonny handle it. Right?" I pointed at Natasha. "You are all pissed off because your own sister is boinking Brent and you aren't getting any, right?" 

She nodded, staring. "She is sleeping in his room now. They aren't even trying to make like they aren't doing it. They, they still go back in private but, but it won't be long before they are doing it on the couch while I sit and watch!" 

I heard the hurt and bitterness in her voice. I pointed at Kyla. "You, Landon says that you have been going down on his girl friend whenever you can." 

She nodded dumbly. "I, uh," she looked around, the "good little girl caught sucking cock" look on her face, "I thought if I kept her happy, they, they wouldn't care that I slept with them and kept having sex with my son." Her shoulders shook. "Landon, he told me to leave her alone. I, he asked me sleep in my own room, to give them a little privacy." 

I nodded. I looked at Alissa. 

She understood immediately. "Sammy, god, I, after you took the governor off of me, all he wanted was my ass. He finally explained the other day that he wanted Ellen's ass but he didn't know how to ask her. I expect she has had a mile of cock up her poop chute but you know how Sammy is, always worried about upsetting people. All weekend he beat and fucked my ass and never fucked me once. God, I was nuts but he never even offered. He," she looked around. "Ellen works for me." She said.

The other women nodded. 

Anne appeared on the stairs. She descended carefully and came to stand beside me. She lifted the collar up before us. 

"Chris wants me to join him and Tawny." Laura said into the silence. "I," she looked at me, her face drawn and tense. "I want to but, but..." 

I nodded. "I get it, Mrs. Wills. That is complicated."

Her face broke with relief but also whatever was behind that acknowledgment. "She, she knows what I have been doing but, but she hasn't been downstairs. I, I think getting us in bed together, that is how he hopes to open that door for her, with me first." She looked up at Annie. "And you. Or maybe now, Mrs. Favors is possible." She shuddered, like a breeze from the grave blew up her skirt. Her skirt was shorter than Annie's.

I looked at the collar in Anne's hand. "I guess they all know you are schizo now, huh, Mrs. Kingston?" 

Now, now the bitch grinned, eyes twinkling. 

Natasha laughed. "You could have knocked me over with a feather when she spouted that British accent. God, all these years and we never even knew her. Not really."

"Chinese people very private." Annie said, her pidgin twerk made everyone smile. 

I focused on the collar. "Mrs. Kingston, I gave you that collar but I didn't know why, exactly. Now I know. I, I want you to put it on but only if you agree to a couple of things."

She nodded. "I hear you. What conditions?" The British woman was back.

"When you wear it, never fuck anyone unless I tell you to. If anyone tries to touch you or kiss you or be sexual with you in any way, you say your are mine, if you are wearing the collar. When that collar is around your neck, I own you." 

She nodded one. "And?"

"You can take it off any time you like. Anytime you wish to fuck or anything else without my say so, permission or direction, you can take it off. You wear it voluntarily. By doing so, you say to me that I own you and you wish me to own you. I own your pleasure and you will depend on me to lead you into the valley of the shadow of the little death where you will find pleasure you could not have on your own." 

She nodded. She extended it over to me. We stood shoulder to shoulder, well, shoulder to elbow if you want to be precise. She held out in front of my face. I took it and she immediately gathered up her mane of shining black hair and exposed her elegant neck. 

"Please, Sonny, put my collar on for me, won't you?"

The thrill that ran through me felt like a cool wind replete with the damp aroma of water in the desert. With shaking fingers I fiddled the collar open and bent it wide. Annie stood beside me, her head bowed, waiting, her hands gathered her hair out of the way, exposing her neck to me. I felt like the a fucking lion. 




Extending the MILF List Ch. 10



Giving a Mother and Daughter to a Lucky Guy

On Wednesday I got a text from Suzanne. After the last time I saw her, I hoped I did not delay too long. I actually waited till class was over before I dashed to the car and drove like a maniac to the Savvy Savoy, a bed and breakfast outfit on two floors of the Samite Savoy downtown. I had wandered into the lower lobby once or twice but had never been in a room.

I had no idea how things were done. The concierge directed me downstairs with a slight sneer when I said I was there to meet someone. I looked like what I was a college student freezing my ass off in the cold snap that turned all the snow to frozen dust. 

The lower lobby had no desk like you normally think of but little offices and you went in and sat down and someone brought you a drink. Hot tea, in my case. I told them I was expected in room 2105, she sneered and dialed the number. A moment later the uptight broad waved me away in the company of a slight little guy no taller than Annie who spoke with a European accent. He took me up to the floor and unlocked a door to a hallway. 

"At the end, just ring the bell." He said. 

I shook my head, thinking I should tell Suzanne not to be so fucking complicated. I did as instructed but when the door opened, I was confronted by a distinguished, well-dressed man.

He had white hair, but did not look old, having none of the wrinkles that white hair usually accompanied. He looked curiously tanned for this time of year and fit, far more fit than I felt at that moment and more fit than I thought he was. 

I recovered before he did. "Oh, Mr. Northcutt, I didn't expect to meet you at, er, exactly this time." 

He looked suitably startled but my words seemed to push him into motion. He nodded and smiled widely. "I would introduce myself but it seems you have an advantage of me. Won't you come in." It was not an invitation.

"I am not sure I am welcome." I returned. "Why don't we just say you caught her and I'll go back to my world and no one will be the wiser." 

He shook his head. "Doesn't work that way, my boy. I have to catch you with her or she must confess. She has been curiously silent about finding such a handsome young man to bang." 

My confirmation that I had guessed correctly, that this was indeed Borland Northcutt, did not make me feel any more comfortable. All that thrill rattling around in me as sexual excitement turned tail and ran like cottontails for the hills, leaving me standing there with a rapidly deflating cock, a mixed blessing if you know what I mean. 

"Won't you come in, a, I don't know your name. I just have your phone number." 

I nodded and stepped past him into the sumptuous room. It was a girl's room, all frilly and cute. Suzanne would have fit perfectly in this place, tied up and screaming while I fucked her. That thought, unbidden in my brain I swear, made my stomach turn over. 

"A drink?" Mr. Northcutt said affably. 

He didn't seem to be pissed but that actually made me much more nervous. Is it better to be killed by someone who smiles while they do it or someone who is crazy with rage? At that moment, I was wishing for a little rage if I was going to die so at least I'd have notice to run.

"Something strong, I think."

"Scotch?" 

I nodded. 

"Sit down. I'll pour it myself. I sent the butler away. No need for his aid this afternoon, I thought." 

Oh, sure, send the butler away, no witnesses! I took a long deep breath and shrugged. I had had a great deal of wonderful pussy. Inevitably, these things were going to happen and if I was going to fuck other men's wives, it was clear I was going to have to deal with men who thought they owned those wives. I resolved to face up to the situation with as much poise as I could muster. 

However, when the man sat both drinks down on the knee table between the white easy chair where I sat and the one where he sat, I immediately leaned over and switched them, his for mine and mine for his. 

For a moment, Borland Northcutt stared at the table and suddenly he burst out laughing. He laughed and laughed till he could not breathe, finally lifting his/my glass to his lips and sipping the amber liquid which actually made him gasp and cough. 

When he was recovered, he looked at me and grinned. "Now that is funny. Insulting but funny. Poison is the weapon for women, don't you know?" 

I nodded. I did know that but still, one cannot be too careful. 

"I, I laughed because I too remember The Princess Bride." He grinned, "never engage in a land war in Asia!" He laughed again. "What's that little actor's name? The guy with the poison?"

"No idea." I sipped more of the scotch and realized this was very, very good scotch. Shit, like I could tell, but I could. 

"He was the same guy in My Dinner with Andre, a talk fest for lonely intellectuals and voyeurs who wanted to watch a conversation, presumably I suppose because they could not engage in one of that sort themselves." 

His casual reference seemed to sober the man. 

I drank more of the scotch. Fancy or not, it warmed the cockles of my heart and made the top of my head feel like it was about to lift off. I set the glass down. "What can I do for you, Mr. Borland?"

"Well, sir, your name would be a nice place to start."

God, what a putz I am sometimes! I extended my hand, "Sonny Duncan." I said. I almost said, at your service, but feared he might suggest I open a window and jump out. 

"Sonny Duncan. Hmm. I suppose you are wondering why you are here speaking with me and not my wife." 

I nodded, suddenly my mouth was dry and I wished for water and not more scotch. My heart hammered so hard I figured the scotch would be affecting my brain immediately, bypassing the stomach and intestinal tract. For all I know, it just wafted up my nasal passages and set right to killing braincells without any intermediate stops. 

"I have her phone cloned when I can get my hands on it without her knowledge. Once she figures it out she gets a new one and I have to do it again. It's a game we play, serious and fun at the same time. I found your number on her phone. Not her burner phone, her other one. The one she uses to call me. I, I have been waiting to see if she called it again, just in case it was a girl friend or a barber or some such falderrah but she never called the number again. I had the number traced and I have to confess, I already knew your name when you sat down, if indeed the phone number is indeed yours. I try to be careful about jumping to conclusions. The name you offered matches my expectations."

Again, this did not calm me even a little. I decided to try to respond rather than just plead for mercy. I wondered if my voice would quiver when I spoke. It came out surprisingly strong. I had to consciously relax and not talk quit so loud or he might think I was hard hearing. 

"So Suzanne explained your little arrangement, between you and her. Did she leave out the part about where you punished the cock that went into her or was she accurate by implication by just telling me about the punishment for her, when you catch her."  

"I haven't caught her yet." He said. "She told you about our arrangement? That is fresh." 

Fresh? An interesting turn of a phrase. 

"Just what did she tell you, exactly?" 

I thought about trying to make something up but decided if I was getting her in trouble, that was her problem. I had no idea how to help and had no hope of keeping a lie straight with my porous memory, so I laid out my understanding of their "arrangement" as best I recalled how Suzanne recounted it to me.

Borland listened quietly, unperturbed by any of the particulars. In fact, when I was finished, he merely nodded. "Yes, that seems to be exactly how Suzanne would describe it." 

Now I knew we were talking about the same woman, in name at least, and I hadn't gotten a wrong text somehow, one intended for some other lucky guy. Funny, I could not even tell if I was being sarcastic or not, lucky or unlucky. Both worked. 

"How did you all meet?" He asked next. 

I explained that to him, leaving just about everything out, including where and when and who was there besides his wife and me.

"So, you helped her betray me?" 

That seemed like the exact right question to dodge but I didn't. Regarding that particular, event I was just being helpful. 

When I said so, Borland nodded. "And, did you see her after that? You must have or, or how did she get your phone number?" 

I had to fabricate place and position to explain the call to her phone, the one she lost somewhere in Sam Honeywell's apartment. 

"And have you seen her since then?" 

I admitted I had. In response to his inquiry I laid out my visit to the hotel the first time. I left out the other woman. I saw no reason to include that and get Suzanne in more trouble. What do I know?

"And did another woman appear?" 

I nodded, caught, trying not to act guilty. I launched into a PG rated version of our calisthenics, being complimentary of both Suzanne and Pixie equally. When I finished, the man nodded.

"So you are the one."

"I am the one? What one?" I finished the rest of the scotch in a gulp. 

The man shook his head and asked if I had seen her since that night.

I nodded. I said nothing more. I hoped he'd leave well enough alone and let me avoid recounting the last time I saw Suzanne Northcutt. No such luck.

"Tell me about that meeting." 

I lifted the glass and made a show of peering into the bottom of it. He laughed and gave me more. "Good, isn't it?" 

"Good? Really? I am talking to the husband of a woman I have had phenomenal sex with and you want my review of the scotch that is keeping me alive?" 

He chuckled. "Oh, the scotch isn't what is keeping you alive." He said.

Of course that made me feel great! Just fucking great! He did not say what was keeping me alive and I realized that we agreed something was keeping me alive. A cold shiver ran up my suddenly limber spine. 

"So? That last time you saw, as you say, my wife?" 

I tried to be delicate while explaining about fucking her in a stairwell but by the time I got to her going down on the woman after our little group of tourists left, I gave up and got into the gory details. I filled them all out as fully as I could, making it X-rated and to the max. Now, I don't know why I did but I felt stupid trying to tell the story without using "pussy" or "she ate her" or that sort of language so finally I lost patience and went with good Anglo-Saxon descriptions, like "fuck" and "cock". I think I included some pretty good reviews of the women involved but frankly, I don't remember. I do know when I was done the scotch was gone and, I was, well, I was woozy. 

Borland nodded and set his glass down, looked at it and got up and poured some for himself. He looked at me. "I think you have had enough, unless you took a taxi here. If you drove, I am cutting you off. How old are you anyway?" 

"Twenty. Twenty-one in March." 

He chuckled and shook his head. "The bitch is robbing the cradle now." He muttered. 

I objected. "Hey, I resemble that remark. I mean I resent that remark." 

Borland smiled again. "My wife and I, yes, we have a different sort of relationship but she doesn't really understand its true nature. I confess, her taste in men seems to have improved since she married me. When I first met her, she seemed unwilling to take anyone to bed younger than twenty-two. After, she seems to have sworn off such delectable tidbits until now. I chalked it up to refusing the forbidden fruit that if she tasted it once more would make her lose her taste for me, so I never complained."

I shook my head. I was quit woozy so the truth came out on the tongue of the vino. "No, no, that isn't right I don't think. She lost taste for all other men after she met you. She said the sex with you was so phenomenal she could not go back to...that sounds fatuous doesn't it?" 

"Fatuous?"

"Is that the right word? Maybe I mean, uh, I don't know what I mean. Does it sound unlikely?"

Borland shook his head. "No, no, I don't mean that. I, I am not surprised that she avers that we do it for each other. She does and as far as her account of our history goes, she is perfectly correct. Had she not deflected me and continued on the path as we began, we'd be living in fridge boxes by now."

"And she'd be hooking to pay your bills." I said helpfully. When the man just stared at me, I realized I may have overstepped somewhat and clamped my flapping gums closed. Sometimes being helpful isn't helpful. 

"If you can listen, Mr. Duncan, I want to explain my side of her story. Yes, we encountered each other as mutual, searing sexual attraction that literally destroyed my marriage and nearly destroyed me in the process. Calling it a compulsion is perfectly accurate from my point of view so that matches hers perfectly. 

"It is the part after that that needs some more elucidation. We did spend a couple years working out the terms of our sexual congress." 

"Fuck congress." I muttered and Borland actually glared at me but then his face relaxed. 

"I know some perfectly fine people who served in congress. I presume you don't so it is unfair to judge them till you know them and their conundrums."

I nodded, properly chastened. 

"Suzanne, she saved us. I mean, I was so besotted I would have let her fuck me into my grave. I collapsed finally from lack of sleep, at the office where I was consulting. It was horrifying. She told me we couldn't keep going on like this. She decided to go back to work and couldn't find a job. Thank god. She decided to start her own business and couldn't get the money for it. I had cash and I was just waiting for it, waiting for her to ask. I wanted her to but instead, instead she found a better approach."

Northcutt shook his head, smiling a little, his gray eyes sparkling. "She fucked a guy on the plane to come see me. No, that was later, she just blew the guy she was sitting with. Twice. When she confessed, I thought for a moment I had nuc'd my family and wrecked Carol Lynn...my ex-wife, what? For nothing. I was sick but then I decided, I couldn't let this all fall apart. Suzanne did it but she confessed and damn if I wasn't rigid as uncooked spaghetti. I decided if I left things that way, then we were fucked. I went out and found a woman, took her back to the hotel and fucked her. I, I think I ate her first and then I got carried away and fucked her. 

"Frankly, I don't really remember. I do remember that when I realized I had fucked the woman, with Suzanne watching, I was horrified. I couldn't just confess, Suzanne had watched the whole time. I decided I had forgiven her, maybe she would forgive me. I asked what I had to do to make this right and she told me to write her a check. 

"Now, what she didn't know was that I had people on her. Two people a man and a woman watching her. I was doing business with some fucked up people at the time and they were doing business with some other fucked up people and I worried that they might get us tangled up in their fucked up situation, so I had body guards up on her. I did with Carol Lynn and the kids too. The deal was lucrative so I could afford the expense. They told me about her blowing the guy in the plane before she confessed. You know, you hear about these things and you have to be cool, particularly if you are an old accountant with a hot young wife that looks like Suzanne. But when she confessed, it blew me away. 

"I had to figure out a way to make this work, a way to keep her, even if she tended to lose focus and blow another guy or fuck him or whatever. I was 53 years old, how much was I going to complain and still be evenhanded? I, I spent my younger years chasing enlightenment and this guy finally kicked me off the spiritual merry-go-round. Know what he told me? He said keep the best in your life, pay the price for it and let all the rest go. Dodge the price and the price goes up and, often, you lose everything instead.

"I did that with Suzanne. After she confessed, I committed to keeping her, doing whatever she needed. Turns out she needed all of my money. Once I ran out of cash, not assets, just cash, mind you, I understood what she must have felt, dependent on me all the time. I went to her and asked her to pay the bills I had coming in because she had all my cash. She did. I depended on her and she reveled in that. 

"That makes an impression on guy. We went on like that. I'd seduce some woman and Suzanne would catch me. But then it happened. I, I had a heart attack and our active sex life was destined to slow down. Suzanne fucked the heart specialist and got a personal consultation after I watched them fuck all evening. She does love to be watched. 

"Suzanne did an amazing thing. She started fucking around more. Not less. I got to watch her do a woman the first time. She had twins, a brother and a sister, a son and father. Each time I got to punish her with some fantasy I could no longer live out on my own. Talk about sexual surrogates. 

"Then, and I am not proud of this, then one of my clients, an associate really with whom I was negotiating for a contract, he made some snotty comment about Suzanne and I told him she could fuck him into putty. He said I could have everything I wanted if she could and would. I had to punish her for blowing somebody or some such shit so I threw her into the deal. I sent her to fuck the guy and she did and I got everything in the contract. That's where this all began.

"That has become our pattern, particularly since I fuck like a mime now. Sex for us is a cross between a Kabuki play and a Catholic communion but more fun, actually. Oh, and with less clothing. Which brings me to why you are here. 

"Sonny, Pixie, you know who that is right?" 

My cock reared up and testified. It was embarrassing for me, as a perfectly straight guy getting a woody talking to this old guy. You fuck Pixie and see if just the mention of her name in casual conversation doesn't make you hard.

"Ah, yes, I know whom you mean." 

"I won her in a card game. I mean, I got her for the holidays. I had gotten involved with a guy named, Mr. Crakowovski. He and I were negotiating, still are as a matter of fact, and he wanted Suzanne in the worst way. I had no pending punishment so I couldn't include her. Mr. C lured me into a poker game figuring I sucked at it but I count cards. He has way more money than I do so I kept wagers low and reasonable. Finally he got around to betting something good and wanted me to bet Suzanne. I had a hell of a hand and figured it would be interesting if I lost her in a card game. He anted up till I got him to bet his 'sexual savant'. I had no idea what that was but other people at the table assured me if Mr. C was betting her, it was worth the risk. I won Pixie. 

"Then Suzanne confessed to boning a guy on the subway and I had a punishment. Next time Mr. C brought it up, I offered her ass up. She loves strange more than any woman I have ever known. If she wasn't so smart and talented, she'd make a fortune as a hooker. Anyway, he insisted that I be able to demonstrate that my wife actually fucks around. Now, understand, this whole deal was about fucking with me. In the circles I run in, people are always fucking with each other. One guy made another promise to streak through his ex-wife's marriage ceremony. The guy really wanted to fuck with her and this way he had to do it for business so it was a penalty that he wanted. Its like that, like rich folks' Christmas which is getting something you want but would never get yourself because wanting it is so embarrassing. 

"That is what I am talking about, we include shit in deals that are fun but impossibly difficult or awkward, like that. Mr. C insisted that Pixie had to taste the cum of another man in my wife. 




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"We were getting down to the nut cutting..."

"Nut cutting! Shit, I don't like the sound of that!" I interrupted. 

"Castrating pigs, down to the finest points of a deal, I mean."

I grunted discontentedly. Sure that's what he meant but I still didn't like the sound of that! I sat forward. My personality had gotten alcohol transparent. "What are you telling me all this for?" 

Borland sat back, drained the scotch and then tossed it a little way onto the glass table. It rattled for a moment before he answered. "Well, let me explain. This deal with Mr. C is a huge deal in eastern Europe, where he's from. Not a guy you fuck around with, mind you but still, a good enough guy. He, he and I have been staring at each other over the fence for six months and we are just about there and by that I mean he is about ready to sign a construction contract with my client. 

"I, I let him meet Suzanne at a party and then let him understand I could include her in the deal. He didn't believe me. He said such a thing could not be included in any contract and that no man would include his wife in such a deal and I was lying to him. I thought I had fucked the duck completely. But then he sat forward and said he would give me the chance to prove I was being honest with him. 

"He has a woman, the woman you met..."

"Pixie?"

"Yes, Pixie. Exactly. She, she works for him. Turns out sexual favors are not that rare, and my penchant for including them in the undocumented portions of deals happens more than I understood. I am not that much smarter or lower than everyone else. Anyway, he gave me a night with Pixie and then he told me I should play poker with him, for her if I won, for Suzanne if he won. 

"He explained clearly what he was after. If he won, he'd fuck Suzanne and he'd know for sure I could include her in the deal. If he lost, Pixie would have to verify it. She'd go home with me and at some point, my wife had to fuck another man and Pixie had to be there to taste him in Suzanne. See, Pixie has prosopagnosia. She does not recognize people by their faces. Her brain does not register your face and differentiate it again in memory. She has no idea who they are but she has a wonderful, encyclopedic recognition of tastes. 

"She consults for all sort of people in the culinary arts, for governments looking into adulteration of food stuffs, that sort of thing. Her real talent, though is recognizing cum. She can taste a man's cum and even after ten years, she'll recognize his specific taste and can connect it to his name if it was connected when she tasted it the first time.

"I cannot explain how she gained this particular skill or the reputation that allowed her to put it to use. Several guys have used it to find out who was boning their wives. No matter. She just doesn't recognize faces. 

"So Mr. Crakowovski, that is this guy's name, he, he wants to know for certain that my wife will fuck a stranger. So, he sends Pixie home with me as a Christmas present, gives her away...shit, you've met her, it makes sense that she could be given away. She tasted us separately and as a mixed drink in Suzanne's pink chalice. I had a pending punishment, one I had been coddling against the Crakowovski deal for several months. 

"Sometimes, I just keep her dangling till she begs to be punished, after she confesses I mean!" Northcutt looked really pleased with himself then. "It is so fun to see her lose her shit just from the stress of waiting for me to decide. When this came up, though, I told her she had to find some strange and have him in her when Pixie arrived. Usually, there is no explicit consequence if she skipped a punishment within the timeframe but, whenever I am trading her around, I have fit it into a time limit to ensure she doesn't duck it and fuck me up, thinking she can do it later. 

"There a a few things Suzanne really hates and I use that to motivate her to stick to the punishment. I did this time." 

I nodded. "So, you don't need me. I did my part I can go, right?" I grinned then, feeling all sparky and shit. "Unless she is here and you want me to fuck her again. She's a great piece of ass, so you don't need to ask twice!"

Northcutt's face darkened. 

Uh oh.

"No need to be crude, Mr. Duncan and sit down."

I sat down, immediately and did not even apologize. I felt the voyage over the line and I wanted nothing so much as to voyage right back into safe harbor.

"I do need you but I did not think about it when I started. In order for him to know that Suzanne fucks other men than me, he needs to have you go meet him and let her, Pixie, suck you off and see that she recognizes you. Don't say your name, or she'll know that name, even if she doesn't recognize you. Mr. C wants her to identify you using Pixie."

"I am sorry, Mr. Northcutt, wouldn't it just be easier for him to hire a gigolo and have him do that all for him. I mean really, it seems like a lot of fucking trouble."

Northcutt chuckled. "Fucking trouble!" He shook his head. "You don't understand. The point of these little burrs on deals is to make them perfectly doable but difficult, complicated, even awkward. That is part of it. The other part is that I have no wish for some third party to know she likes strange. Not under those circumstances and frankly, Mr. C doesn't want that either because it would provide unequal leverage in the deal. If he did that, he'd have to provide his wife in some equal way and I am pretty sure that would not fit his ideal of marriage. This way, you end up being an anonymous party that no one can easily connect to Suzanne and Mr. C at the same time. Pixie provides the proof and everyone is happy. I can include her in the deal and everyone is happy."

"You could have just thrown the poker game." 

"Yeah, I'd be broke now. Nor was that the point. I think he threw it because, well, he wanted to give me some experience with a sexual savant like Pixie, as part of the deal without lording it over me. This way, he throws her in and gets Suzanne later on. Don't try to figure it out, it works in my world and his."

I nodded agreement, agreeing not to try and to assure him that I did not understand. The basics, yes, but in general, not a bit. "Okay, so why are you telling..." I got that far. "You need Pixie to suck me off with this Mr. C watching." 

Northcutt nodded. "Is that so bad? Remember, I have been in her mouth too."

I shook my head. "No, god, I get that she is a sexual savant. I have a list of things I'd like to try with her but, no, I get it. So? When?"

Northcutt shrugged. "I have no idea. He'll, he'll be back in town eventually and the subject will come up. He was here yesterday and the subject came up obliquely, he mentioned that Pixie was judging some food show in Cologne or somewhere, so I knew it wouldn't be this trip. What you really want to know is why I called you, why Suzanne didn't."

I shook my head. "No, that's clear. Suzanne doesn't know about my connection to this deal or how it relates to her." 

"Right. I, I expect she has a number of other cocks scattered around. That is part of the tacit agreement. She, she always has something I can punish her for, she makes sure she has something to confess. As time has gone along, it has been important that she always be guilty so I can use her in the deals I broker. As far as I have been able to determine, she has no understanding of that side of the proposition and if your account is indicative, my understanding is perfectly accurate."

I nodded. "Yes. It is. What she told me, as best I can remember. As to what she actually thinks..." I shrugged. 

He regarded me with his light gray eyes. 

I could tell he was waiting for something but I had no idea what it was. I searched through my brain coils and found nothing. "What?" I said finally.

"Aren't you going to ask me what's in this for you?"

"No." I said immediately. "The way I see it, I get a blowjob from Pixie and get to continue the affair with Suzanne till it is time for you to catch us and hand her over to Mr. C for a good rogering."

"Don't you want a commission or something?" 

"What? No. No! Shit, man, I bucked your wife in the stairwell the other day and you haven't killed me. I figure I am way ahead of the game. Suzanne is..."

He held up his hand. "I know what Suzanne is." He said. "Okay. If, if you are fine with that..."

"Really. If you don't want to kill me, I am good. Really! I warn you, I am just a tiny bit twisted and I might try to twist your wife up a little before you finish with me."

"Good luck with that. I imagine she would tie you in a sheepshank long before you showed her anything new." 

I grunted. "So we are good?" 

He nodded. 

I stood up and walked out. I think he felt a little let down but that was all I wanted at that moment, to walk out of the door upright and using everything the same way I was using it when I walked in. I never felt threatened, I just feared, even expected it. I was fucking his wife, after all. Getting to leave with only the prospect of Pixie sucking me off again, that was just fine with me, better than fine. 

Now, it is a little strange to have a brush with this sort of high finance and not try to dip my beak in. Maybe. Truth is, I felt like it was similar to Sid's world. And I wanted nothing to do with it. All I wanted was to fuck their women and go home and have a beer with my friends. Call me simple but that was me. 

Oh, well, there is the whole thing about Sonny's harem. I had let that percolate and nothing had happened yet. Tawny called me Monday night and in a whisper asked me what the fuck I was thinking by turning Annie over Chris while she was prancing around in her altogethers. I wanted details in the worst way but knew if I asked, I'd be tipping my hand and my big sister would dangle it in front of me. I wasn't exactly in the best position to pump Chris for those details, if you'll pardon the expression. 

Georgia had called and said she'd be home Friday. With Dalia, of course, but she didn't say anything about Dalia. I got the distinct impression that my sister planned on taking me to bed and fucking me to death. You can imagine my chagrin when Friday arrived and I got a call from Sean, since that was more or less my plan too. 

It was Friday afternoon. The cold snap was lifting in the back of a front of clouds and predicted new snow. Sean called and said his mother was home and furious. She demanded he quit bringing Laura to "her" house and they were in the midst of a huge fight and could I get over there right away. 

I told him I'd try. I rounded up Brent and Sammy, told them to meet me at Annie's house. I called her to see if I could borrow her Caddy and her ass. She agreed, almost asking why but leaving well enough alone. 

In the car, I explained to Sammy and Brent they needed to keep absolutely silent and never smile. I did a u-turn to get Chris' bat from my car. I hoped I had everything set up perfectly and this would end up the way everyone hoped. Well, maybe not Lydia Favors, at least not at the beginning but eventually, I hoped she'd be happy about how things turned out. You gotta try or no one ever grows up, right?

We got out of the car in the Favors' drive way and walked as a huddled group up to their door. I handed the aluminum ball bat to Sammy, slipped my arm around Annie, dressed and shivering in very revealing hooker clothes. By hooker clothes, I mean she had on garters that stretched down her lean legs in perfect view under a frilly red and black skirt. A tight little black blouse that hid nothing and left her midriff bare in the cold. So she wasn't a very smart hooker; I didn't say that, it would have been rude. 

I rang the doorbell. 

Lydia Favors opened the door and her red face went completely white. 

"Oh god!" She whispered. 

"I know she's here, Mrs. Favors. Don't make me come back. Let us in and this will be over quick. I'd like to say painlessly but that might prove to be a lie." 

Lydia did not move, she stood with her hand on the door, blocking our way. Her eyes flicked from me to Annie and the two guys. I am sure I could see in her eyes when she registered the ball bat Sammy had over his shoulder. Her eyes snapped back to me. 

"Let us in, Mrs. Favors. Its cold out here. If you close the door, I fear your son will spend a lot of time looking over his shoulder if what I think is true, is actually true. Mrs. Favors' little boy has fucked up and you know it. Better to settle things now and get on with life and not make things more complicated for everyone."

I did not move. I did not speak. Annie shivered against me, constituting a greater urgency. Neither Sammy nor Brent moved or spoke. Perfect.

"Oh god, no." Mrs. Favors whispered finally, her mind resuming operations. She stepped back from the door and then retreated into her house, leaving the door open and unobstructed. Me and my entourage shuffled in out of the cold and closed the door. 

"Mrs. Favors, I am only going to ask you this once and I expect the exact right answer. The truth because if I find out you lied, dear little greedy Sean will need you to hold his dick when he pees because my friends here will have to break his arms and his legs." I whispered this, staring into her wide eyes.

"Oh god, no, please, please." Her voice quavered.

At that perfect moment, we heard the wailing scream of a woman in ecstasy issuing from the top floor of the house, swirling around us like spirits fleeing the maw of hell, at least that was what Mrs. Favor's face registered. 

"Mrs. Favors, I am just going to ask you this once. Does your son have my blonde upstairs?" 

Laura wailed again. 

What could she do? Mrs. Favors nodded. 

I was still turning to Sammy when she skipped past me and stood at the bottom of the little flight of stairs up to the second floor of the split level house. 

"Oh god, don't hurt him! Please, I beg of you." 

I saw Brent and Sammy look at each other. Their looks said confusion to me, but to a mother looking on, it must have looked far worse. 

Mrs. Favors wailed and sat down on the stairs. "Oh god, no, please, don't hurt my boy! Please!" 

I almost broke then and went home. I really don't have the heart for real cruelty and this came as close to that as I wanted to be. But Mrs. Favors saved me. I'd been prepared for greater negotiation but she broke like a champaign bottle on the prow of a new destroyer. 

"I'll do anything, anything if you promise not to hurt my son!" Lydia Favors cried.

Bingo!

I had taken the bat from Sammy. You should have seen his face but he kept quiet. He looked as scared as Lydia Favors sounded. 

I turned slowly to look at the woman and found that she was not weeping. She, she looked horrified, terrified even, but she did not weep. She stood up. 

"When you say anything, Mrs. Favors, just what do you mean?" I asked softly. 

We heard thumping, like ass on bed, up stairs. That percussion needed a melody but as it was, it sounded like music to my ears. 

Her eyes rolled up into her head and then relocated me. "I mean anything, just like you think I mean." She said firmly. "Nothing is worth having you hurt my son." 

Sammy cracked and at the perfect time and in the perfect way. "She'll call the cops when we're gone, Sonny." 

I thought he'd say more but I looked at him and something in my face reassured him and his mouth snapped closed. I handed him the ball bat back and he relaxed a little. He knew he couldn't hit a curve ball but Mrs. Favors didn't know that. Ignorance is a potent weapon. 

I looked back at Mrs. Favors, turning my head very slowly. "She's up there, then, right Mrs. Favors?" 

She nodded. "Yes. My son is having sex with, with your blonde." 

I nodded. I cocked my hip to the side and tilted my head. "Mrs. Favors, may I call you Lydia, Lydia, just what do you think I have in mind when you say you'll do anything? Say it out loud, so we can all hear what you think I'm thinking." 

She did not even hesitate. "I'll have sex with you." 

I let my eyes get very wide along with my mouth. I turned to look at Brent and then Sammy. I released Annie and pushed her towards the couch. She sailed the rest of the way and sat down, flopping in the perfect image of a bored woman, legs sprawled and open, one hand rubbing absently at her breast. 

I turned back to Mrs. Favors. "You'll have sex with me? Is that what you think I am thinking?" 

She nodded. 

I smiled. "May I have a drink of water. My throat is dry." 

For a moment, I don't think she could understand what I had said. Finally it got through all the chaff in her brain. 

"Yes of course." She went past us to the kitchen and stopped when I mounted the first steps. "Oh no, don't. Please." Her voice was strong. "I am completely serious. I, I will do anything you wish."

I turned around on the steps. "Oh? Like suck my cock?" 

She nodded, firmly. "Of course. Everyone knows that is having sex, even if the media doesn't."

I smirked. "It apparently does not take much to fool those boys. I, however, it takes more to fool me. So? You'd put my cock in your cunt?"

Mrs. Favors nodded again.

"And how about the ass? Would you put my cock in your ass?" 

She hesitated now, but then nodded. 

I gestured at Sammy. "An him? You fuck him too?"

She looked at him, the merest white hesitation in her face. She grimaced and nodded. 

"And if we all did you at the same time? You'd be okay with that?" 

She nodded, her face flexing around a core thought that I could not quite decipher. I wanted it to be the exposure of a secret desire to be group fucked. I determined to discover what she was working so hard to disguise. 

I nodded. "The water." I sat down on the stairs. Sammy went to a chair by the window and sat down, peering out at the gathering gloom. Brent leaned against the foyer wall near the front door. Above us, the thumping of sex on a bedstead resumed. 

"Noisy." I said. "How do you put up with that?" 

She handed me a glass of tap water. "I don't. I mean, I insist she leave when I get here." 

I drank down half the glass. My mouth was dry. "Now you are lying, Mrs. Favors. Just how many times has my blonde visited? That you know of?" 

"I, uh, three or four. Maybe more."

"More? How long has it been since we last spoke? When I promised you I'd never see you again?"

"Three, maybe four weeks."

"Four weeks. And you are telling me that my blonde has only been on her back three or four times in your house? That you know of?"

Now Mrs. Favors looked very uncomfortable. "Okay, more. I said more, didn't I. I know that many times for sure, because, because I saw her. On her back, I mean. Yes, in his room." 

I nodded. "What about a kiss." 

"A kiss? You mean do they kiss? I, I don't know. I have never..."

"No. I mean, when you said you'd do anything, does that include a kiss?" I made this a real question.

"I, well, I don't know, I suppose, if I wanted, I mean if you wanted a kiss, I suppose, yes, of course." 

I nodded, clearly happy. "I do want a kiss. Now." 

Mrs. Favors looked like I had slapped her. That shocked, blank look of confusion and non-recognition that says she has no idea how she got to this point in her life. She never saw the signs pointing her way or the exit that would allow her to avoid it and now, here it was and it surprised and shocked her. 

"Now?" She whispered. Suddenly her hostess routine had been interrupted by the reality of what she was busily negotiating away.

"Now." I assured her.

She nodded. "Oh, well, okay." She didn't move. I didn't move. "Aren't you going to stand up?" She asked. 

I shook my head. "Comfortable here." I sat on the fourth step with my feet on the first step. I had my knees open wide, like a harbor to a ship. To kiss me, she needed to get between them or bend awkwardly into the stairs. 




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She studied the problem for a minute before moving towards me. She put both hands on my knees and bent over and kissed me lightly on the lips. A very sisterly kiss, well, for other people, I guess, though not really for me. If she agreed to kiss me like my sister does, she'd have to drop her knickers and take my cock while she kissed me. Ignorance is a bad thing. 

"Now, Mrs. Favors, do you really think that is what I had in mind when I asked you for the kiss you figure I was thinking of when you said you'd do anything for me?" 

She swallowed hard. "No." She groaned. 

"Then perhaps you'd like to kiss me the way you think I want you to kiss me. How do you think that is?"

She swallowed again. "I suppose in a way that arouses you." She whispered.

I pointed to my now, very hard cock. "I am already aroused, Mrs. Favors. Can't you see? No, I want you to kiss me in a way that arouses you, so when I push my cock into you, I find you wet and ready and eager to be fucked. Do you think that is possible or do I ask too much?" 

"Jesus." Sammy breathed. "Just fuck her already!" 

I turned to look at him. "Am I boring you, buddy?" 

He looked genuinely scared. "No, Sonny." He said quickly. 

"Want Annie to blow you? She looks bored. No fucking her though. Just sucking. Someone else might want a taste of her." Mrs. Favors' face looked suitably resistant. "Or you can eat her, you know how she likes that." 

Sammy got to his feet. 

I looked at Mrs. Favors. She stared as Sammy walked past her and sat down beside Annie. He unhooked Annie's blouse and began to suck her tits. Annie throbbed on the couch. 

Mrs. Favors looked from them back to me. 

"Where is your bedroom, Mrs. Favors. I think perhaps we should give those two some privacy." 

She nodded, almost thankfully, pointing up the stairs. 

I stood up. I pointed at Sammy. "No fucking. Not yet anyway!" 

Sammy nodded. Annie ignored me, preening up under his lips. Her nipples stood up tall. 

I stepped to the side of the stairway. "Lay on McDuff." I said gallantly. Mrs. Favors did not appreciate the reference, thinking she'd end up McDuff. 

I followed her rolling ass up the stairs, too late by about thirty seconds. We walked down the corridor. She hesitated at a door from which grunting elicited and pulled it closed, preventing me a peek inside, missing by those thirty seconds. She looked askance at me and when I did not respond, moved on down the hall to the door at the end. She opened it and stepped aside, gesturing me inside her bedroom. 

I moved past her and waited for her to come into the room. She did, and that placed her right next to me. I put a hand on her hip. She wore stretch slacks and a plain white blouse, clearly a business blouse she had not changed yet. Her bra showed clearly through it.

"About that kiss? Wait!" I put my other hand on her shoulder and held us apart. "Just so we are clear, my blonde, she has been here a lot in the last month, right?" 

Mrs. Favors nodded slowly. "Do you think it is fair for you to fuck me this afternoon and call everything even?" 

For a moment, I thought she didn't hear me. Then she closed her eyes and shook her head. 

I kissed her lightly on the lips. "Good, Mrs. Favors. Now, considering that your son did me a good turn and I rewarded him, how do you think I should regard the fact that he has stolen from me? Stealing my blonde and fucking her, apparently a lot, right here in your house, with your knowledge and apparently assent?"

"I did not approve." She said quickly. 

"Yet here she is, full of your son's cock, screaming her fool head off. And you suggest that I fuck you to make up for that. Is that what you are suggesting?" 

After a long hesitation, she nodded. "Yes, I am."

"Are you thinking that I just fuck you the one time while he had my blonde for all those other times?"

She shook her head. Her face looked resigned. 

"And what about stealing from me. Did you see the collar around her neck? She's mine. Look close at it the next time and you'll see my name, big as life. It says owned by Sonny Duncan. Do you think you can just fuck me and make that go away? Or do you think stealing is perfectly okay?" 

"No, stealing is not okay. Listen, I get it, my son has fucked up and now he's caught. Let's just cut to the chase. I'll do it, whatever it is. Whatever you want me to, just so long as you don't hurt my son but for Christ's sake can we quit blabbering about it? I'll fuck you, okay? You and your friends downstairs or anyone else you like. I'll do it. I'll do it all. I promise." 

I smiled slowly. God, I had her. We were half way there. 

"Mrs. Favors, what makes you think you can fuck anyone good enough to fix this? Are you wonderful on your back?" 

She did not know how to answer that and just stared at me, her mouth set, her eyes hard, glittering like sapphires.

"Maybe you cannot even kiss good." I said, taunting her just a little. 

"Try me." She said. But when I didn't move, she growled, "I didn't think hookers kissed anyway. Not on the mouth." 

"Hookers? Is that what you think of my girls? What ever gave you that idea?" 

She shrugged. 

I could see her trying to find the moment when she decided that she saw something that indicated prostitution. Finally she gave up. Her shoulders slumped. "Oh, I don't know. Maybe hookers are the only women in the world men think they can own, any more." 

I nodded. "Mrs. Favors, if this is going to work, you have to enjoy it. If, if you think it is just exercise, then we'll forget the whole thing. I'll go downstairs and..."

She grabbed me then, her hands hot on my sides. "No, no, please. Don't, don't do that." Her voice finally trembled a little, her chest heaved and I wanted to unbutton the blouse to see that heaving more clearly.

"Okay. But you have to tell me if you think you can enjoy fucking me? I mean, enjoy in the fullest sense of the word."

"You mean will I come if you fuck me? I don't know. Maybe. I used to like sex." 

I kissed her. I wanted to catch that wistful moment as it rippled through her body, the memory of liking sex. I must have caught her just right. She groaned as I kissed her. Her hands moved up my sides and then looped around my neck as she stood there kissing me. 

At first, the kiss was gentle, lips to lips, her body held away from me by her hands on my sides, though her breasts kept brushing against my chest in a most delightful manner. Then the kiss shifted, becoming plush and rich, while she probed, touching my lips with her tongue and pinching her lips together, nipping at mine. Her hands found my shoulders and her mouth opened. She put her arms around my neck and pulled on me. The kiss deepened, strengthened. My hands had remained on her waist, finding a little bit of skin above the casual slacks. When her hands moved up, mine moved around, under her shirt. She shivered from the chill yet in my hands. 

When her arms went around my neck and I felt her pulling my head down to complete the kiss with her whole body, my hands moved to her ass, squeezing and massaging it as she plastered herself against me. When I pulled my lips from hers and moved to the side of her neck, she panted in my ear, "How, how was that?" 

I kissed up to her ear and sucked there for a moment, till she shivered and squirmed. "Don't know. How was it?" 

"Oh, good." She breathed as I kissed down her neck. Her body said she was into it but I needed to hear her say it. 

I turned her around suddenly and fumbled at the buttons down the back of her blouse. She stood still as I unveiled her smooth, white back, flawless and strong. The blouse only unbuttoned half-way, needing to be pulled up to be removed. Instead, I slipped both hands onto her skin and smoothed them up and down her bare back. 

"Uh." She whispered. 

I bent into her, pushing the short sleeves of the blouse onto her upper arms and slipping my hands under her arms to clasp her breasts through the stout cups of her bra. "Mrs. Favors, I am going to fuck you but I have to know, do you want me to fuck you?"

"Yes." She responded immediately. "Yes. No more talking, just do it already." 

"That doesn't sound good." I withdrew my hands and stepped away from her. She turned immediately to look at me. 

"What? What do you want from me?" 

I smiled. "You, you want me to resist my natural inclination for revenge for being wronged and I want you to resist your natural resistance to enjoying sex with a man like me who is accepting it in trade. Which one, which resistance do you think is more difficult?"

"God, do you ever shut up? Can't you just take yes for an answer and fuck me?" 

In answer, to give her the impression I was complying with her insistence, I took hold of the lower hem of her blouse and pulled it up her body. She grunted and lifted her arms. Her bra-covered breasts appeared, a light pink bra that blended nicely with her porcelain white skin. She had a small mole above her right breast and another out in the wilderness of her tummy. They pulled at the eyes, demanding I look at them. The slightest imperfections always demand attention. 

She reached behind her back and her bra loosened. She straightened her arms and let it drift down them and thence to the floor. Her breasts appeared, beautiful, white, bulbous, waving and perfect. Lydia unbuttoned her slacks and skimmed them down the curve of her hips, off her thighs to her knees. She shuffled back to the bed, sat, and removed them. She stood, stripped her panties down her hips and then off, lifting one leg at a time to remove them. She stood before me naked.

"Well, how do you want me?" 

I smiled and began to undress, shucking my coat onto the floor and unbuttoning my shirt. "Tell me Mrs. Favors, is there a position that allows you to come? One that makes you come more or easier or better than the others?" I unbuckled my belt and unbuttoned my pants. 

Her eyes were on my hands as I lowered my pants. She shook her head then nodded. "Yes. I, like sex on my back. I, I like the feel of his weight on me. At least, at least at first." 

I was nude. I gestured to the bed and she sat down and then pushed back onto it, stretching out her legs and laying down. Her eyes fixed on the ceiling and stayed there as I approached the bed. 

I stopped. "Look at me." I whispered. 

She did, reluctance in every aspect of her expression. 

"Do you want to do this?" I asked.

For a moment she bit a lip but finally nodded. 

"I want to hear you say it." 

"Yes. Yes, I want you to fuck me. I want your hard cock shoved in my vagina. I want you pushing between my legs. I want you to suck my boobs while you fuck me and kiss me while you come. There! Is that what you wanted to hear?" 

I nodded. "Perfect." I muttered and got between her legs, taking "yes" for an answer. The room was chilly and realizing that, I halted my proposed penetration of the woman to get us under the covers of the bed. I cuddled up against her body from the side, finding her wonderfully warm. I bent over her chest and sucked at her breast. I kissed around and around the nipple, finally sucking the squat little nub between my lips. I got no response at all. I pulled back and looked down at the woman. 

"Don't you like that?"

"What I would like is for you to get this over with." She spoke with irritation but immediately understood her error. "I mean, I want your cock in me. Please, don't tease me any more." 

She did not sound convincing. However, my cock agreed with her words and their meaning, regardless of what penetration meant to her at this point. For my cock, it meant the ultimate good and the rest of my body agreed with that assessment. I moved between her legs and felt one of her hands find my cock and direct it to the entrance of her body. 

She did sigh as I pushed into her. She felt arid and stiff. I pulled back. 

"You are not wet." 

In response, she began to rub her pussy with her hand. I could feel the motion. Her body arched after a minute or two and she moaned. 

"Ugh, there, happy? Now, please, put it in me." 

Her hand found my cock again and she pulled it into to place. True to her word I could feel the oil. She was slick and when I applied pressure, she lifted one leg and groaned. My cock caught, slipped, caught and then the woman flowered under me and I dropped into her. She groaned loudly. 

It felt fake but I didn't care. 

I got hold of her hips and positioned us in the middle of the bed. I felt her go limp. I pulled her up onto my cock and dropped us both onto the bed, ramming into her. She grunted. Her legs lifted, making more room for me between them. I gripped her ass and pounded into her again. She did not make a sound. I found a soft rhythm and pulsed up and down between her legs. She became slick and then sloshed. 

I slammed down into her and stopped. 

"What's the matter? Did you come already?" 

I heard the hope in her voice but ignored it. This was the moment I had been working for from the first moment I decided to fuck Lydia Favors weeks before. 

I was panting and I had to catch my breath. I lay still, letting her pussy shift and twitch around my hard cock. 

"Mrs. Favors," I began.

"Call me Lydia, why don't you. You are fucking me, after all."

She had a point but I did not want to concede so easily but I had no choice. I needed this moment to work, to alter how this all worked. 

"Lydia, you, you said you'd do anything, right? Anything I wanted you to do?" 

"Yes." She spoke quickly, not thinking about what she was saying. 

I lifted my ass, withdrawing my cock slowly out of her now damp body. I pushed it back down into her. "I, I want you to think about what you are saying, Mrs. Favors. You have to think about it now. If you agree again, I, I will have to take you at your word and make you do something you don't want to do or shouldn't want to do." 

"Shut up and fuck me!" She growled.

I held still, clamping my hands on her ass and squeezing her plush cheeks tightly in each hand. "No. You must know that I am going to demand something terrible, something you must agree to do without knowing what it is." 

"Oh god, just fuck me." 

I thought she was almost there, almost actually aroused by me being inside her but not quite. 

"Lydia, this is not going to be over for a long time. There is a debt to pay and it will take time and effort on your part to pay it." 

"I know. I know. I'll pay it, anything you want, just don't stop, uh, I mean don't hurt my son." She panted, her body finally beginning to dominant her. Clearly she had presumed she could manipulate this young man with her body and my insistence was rattling her. 

"Okay." I began to fuck her. Below me, I finally felt her body relax and respond. I believed she presumed she had accomplished what she set out to do, use sex to protect her son. Perfect. Now to settle the matter. 

I stopped moving. 

"What? What's the matter, now, for fuck sake?" 

I pulled my cock from her body.

"Oh no, don't. Don't stop." She whispered. 

I got to my knees and climbed over her legs to stand beside the bed. 

"Where are you going? What are you doing?" She cried, her voice now twanging with frustration. Sexual or personal, I don't know. I am sure she was rattled that she couldn't just open her legs and have me do whatever she wanted me to do. She was on the verge of realizing that her pussy did not buy everything she always thought it bought. 

"Get up. Come with me." 

"What are you going to do?" 

"You said you would do anything. You are going to do what I want."

"What do you want?" 

"If I want you to fuck in front of my friends, will you do that?" 

Pause. Deep breath. "Yes."

"Come on then." 

She sat up, her tits swaying with her breathing. "Its rude to get a girl excited and then quit in the middle." 

"I'm a rude man but I'm not a thief. Stand up." 

She did. I took one of her hands and led her into the hall. She wobbled but found her sea legs plenty quick. 

"Are you really going to make me fuck while those people watch?" 

"I am, yes." I stopped her at her son's door. "Not just them." I said, tipping my hand the slightest bit.

"Oh my god, no, not that." 

"Stay right there." I whispered. I padded naked down to landing of the stairs. "You guys, come up her a minute. Right now. Quick." 

I turned to find the red-haired woman staring at me, naked in every sense of the word. Now, finally, she realized that she neither knew her boundaries nor had she encountered them; not in her imagination and not in her reality. Both were about to get expanded.

"Oh god, please don't make me do this." She hissed. "You can't make me do this!" 

Brent appeared on the stairs, then Annie and Sammy last. They crowded into the dim hall behind me. None of them spoke. 

I opened the door to Sean's room. 

"What the fuck!" Sean lay diagonally on his bed, naked. Well not entirely, he wore Laura on his cock. She was sucking him, lying between his legs, nursing his cock. "Jesus fuck! What the hell are you doing?" Sean squealed. It sounded real enough and I expected it was because I had hold of his naked mother's arm. I yanked her into the room, a full bag of reluctance. 

"Oh god, no!" She keened. 

"What the fuck are you doing, Sonny!" Sean growled. 

Laura kept right on sucking. She was naked, and the only acknowledgment she made of us was to lift her ass and open her legs, twisting across Sean's leg to get both feet on the floor.

I understood her suggestion and thought it was a good one. I pulled Lydia against me. "You said anything. This is the start of anything and I swear it will end with everything. Get on your knees." 

She was shaking now, her face a mask. "Oh please, don't make me, not with him watching." 

She still had no idea. Her aversion blindness suspended her disbelief in the unlikely hope that it would suspend reality as well. She refused to countenance what was about to happen. Everyone else in the room knew but Lydia's mind had not yet assimilated the obvious truth. 

I moved behind Laura. Her ass lifted. I fingered her and found her afloat. I positioned my cock and rammed it into her hard. She ground her ass back at me. 

"Jesus, he's fucking her while she fucks that guy." Sammy growled. "I thought he'd kill her and him too." He clearly understood the game now and maybe he over did it. Sean sat up, disturbing Laura who came off my cock as she lost balance and fell to the side. 

I turned to Lydia on her knees, my cock smeared with Laura and Sean, and dipped the blurry end to her lips. "Suck it. You said you could, show me. Show us. Show us all you can suck a cock." 

She closed her eyes and licked the end of my cock. God, I was so hyped up I felt her tongue on the inside of my eyelids, behind my knees, between my toes. Then sure enough, she slid her lips down my shaft, sucking my cock fully into her mouth. The woman was committed now. 

"Holy shit, Mom! What are you doing?" Sean stared down at his naked mother, my cock sawing in and out of her mouth. Laura laid on her side, staring at us. She had the fuck-drunk look, like her orgasms were not long past. 

I pulled out of Lydia's mouth. Her eyes opened. I think she must of met her son's gaze because she clamped them shut again immediately with a great groan. 

"Stand up." I said, my voice rasping again. I helped the woman from her knees. "Bend over, over the bed."

"My son, my son..." Lydia whispered as though he wouldn't hear him or notice she was naked in his room about to get fucked. 

"I know. He'll have the best seat in the house." 

She moved in a daze, her body obeying my simple instructions from slight touches. I bent her onto her hands on the bed, face to face with her son. Sean's eyes were the size of great fruit. His face had gone completely red, clear down to his belly button.