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.