Extending the MILF List Ch. 03

I showered, shaved, and did all the other business, stalling as long as I could, attenuating her anticipation and teasing her with the tension. When I emerged I was fully erect.

"Oh my." Tawny said from her place on the bed. She was swathed in covers so only her head appeared She turned head to observe my arrival.

I turned off the light and in only the glow of the now muted football game, I slide into bed and on top of my sister, settling comfortably between her open legs. I touched her pussy and she jerked. She was still slick and gaping, her soft, smooth pussy awaited me. Her arms were flung over her head, that delicious pose of submission, the woman waiting to be fucked.

"Mount me, Sonny. My brother is going to put his cock into me and we are going to fuck."

"Who are you talking to?" I asked looking over my shoulder.

Tawny giggled. "I am laying down the sound track for the movie I am making. I think I'll call it 'My Motherfucker Fucks Me'. What do you think?" Her hand found my cock and together we parted the lips of her pussy. I had to shift my balance and she continued to stroke herself with the head of my cock; up and down, just barely parting her pussy lips, the head feeling every inch of her flesh as she kissed it over and over with her cunt. She stopped suddenly and tucked my cock inside. "Mount me, Sonny." She gurgled. "I love that expression. Mount me. Mount me. Mount me!"

I did. Into her I slid, softly, gently, easily. Her body accepted me. I sliced into her till I was rooted fully inside her.

"Oh Christ, that feels good. I do really, really love cock!"

"How much do you love cock?" I asked, looking down at my beautiful sister.

She grinned and hunched up, grinding us together. "A, whole, fucking, lot." She said, emphasizing each word with a very pleasurable pelvic thrust. "Now fuck me! Hard!"

I withdrew my cock from her humid depths and rammed into her as hard as I could. She grunted and lifted her knees. Her hands held my shoulders as I pulled back and hammered her again.

"Harder. Harder. Harder!" The last was a scream that made my ears ring. I was about to object but realized that my other sisters were not in the room with us and my dear sister Tawny missed the audience. Oh boy! Did I have an audience for her!

I did as requested, jamming her full of cock harder and harder till she was grunting with the effort of taking me. Her body writhed. Her eyes fluttered. I sat back onto my heels and pulled her up my thighs. She bent and tilted straining to keep stimulated with my cock. Then her eyes glazed and she cringed; I think the head of my cock found her g-spot. She went off like a firecracker, popping her hips at me and bucking through a full cycle of orgasms. When she calmed, I tipped over onto my hands again and drew out another little climax, hammering her hard with each down stroke. I bent and sucked her nipples one after the other and finally settled my weight between her legs. My hands sought her ass and I increased speed. Tawny gasped and panted, finally lifting her legs and opening herself completely to me. I rammed her full of cock, over and over while she mumbled and chanted in my ear. I got to my elbows and bent to kiss her. Her lips were full and expressive, plaint and hot. Her hands gripped my sides while I pounded down into her pussy. Her legs hooked behind my knees and I felt the first haze of my approaching orgasm.

Tawny lurched through a little orgasm and then stiffened into another and then another. I loved that she could come like that with me, over and over again. It made me feel strong and sexual and masculine, as if I needed help but no, it is a simple pleasure to give such pleasure. Tawny went taut again and when her body began to shake, I rammed her full of cock and fountained into her, filling her full of cum while her body echoed with her own pleasure.

We lay, sealed together, latched together, cock in pussy for several minutes. My cock remained resolute.

Finally, panting with my weight, Tawny mumbled. "Are you going to fuck me again? Your, ah, your cock is still hard."

"Really? Oh what a bother. What are you going to do about that?"

Silence.

I waited.

"I want it in the ass." She said softly.

"No shit."

She punched me in the side, which made me giggle. "Are you trying to be funny."

"I wasn't but I am now." I was trying to figure this out and decided a guy should never turn down that request. I pulled out of her and went into mom's bath and discovered that the lube I was going to use was gone. I wondered if Mom took it to China with her. When I told her, Tawny jumped out of bed and disappeared through the door. When she came, Dalia and Georgia were in tow.

"We want to watch." Dalia said.

"You want to watch, I want to participate." Georgia said, her voice a harsh rasp. "But I'll watch, for now."

"You had something to tell me?" Tawny said dropping the tube of lube on the bed by my hip. I shook my head, picked up the lube and glanced at Dalia ensconced in the chair by the bathroom door and then at Georgia who was sitting next to the TV.

"He is going to do my ass." Tawny said. To me she said, "I told them and they, they both said I could watch them. It might be fun." She giggled delightedly. "I have never done this before." Her voice quavered with fear, or excitement or both.

I got to my knees and sat back, aware of my sisters watching my every move, and likely my every part, or at least one part. I wondered what Tawny meant that she could watch them? The separation between my sisters was disappearing. I had a flash double dipping sisters and a thrill flashed through my body. I was all het up all over again. I focused on Tawny's tit even with mouth. "Sure you don't want to practice before doing a public display? I mean don't you want to practice before performing for an audience? What if you don't like it?"

Tawny regarded me for a moment then shrugged, her breasts rippling with the motion. "I have already committed. If we fuck it up, we'll practice more." She chortled. "I promise to like it."

I gestured to the bed and began piling the pillows. She took her place, draped over the stack, her ass in the air. I caressed her ass and wondered if she was clean.

"I am very clean." She said softly, reading my fucking mind. "Just do it before I change my mind."

I dabbed some lube on my finger and realized I had not really opened her up yet. I touched her hips with the other hand and Tawny cocked them higher. Her back door appeared. I touched the lube-laden finger to her ass hole and she flinched.

"Cold."

I smeared it around and then speared my finger into her body. It resisted. I persisted. Finally I relented and administered more lube. Tawny was on her elbows, her head up, her hips cocked so that her back was bent at an extreme angle I could only attain if I was broken. She was panting, breathing hard and deep and fast. I touched my finger to her ass again and her head dropped. She pushed her body back onto my finger. It slid into her. She clinched, then relaxed, clearly a conscious action. I felt her muscles negotiating with my finger and I liked the feeling. She clinched and relaxed, clinched and relaxed. My cock got envious, envious but hard.

"My god," Dalia muttered, "I am going to see someone take it up the ass."

"I am going to take it up the ass with you watching but something besides a finger!" Georgia added, her voice taut like Dalia's. "Jesus, I have dreamed of having it in the ass!" I think my dear sister Georgia dreamed of just about everything!

I gently withdrew my finger from Tawny's ass. I moved behind her and she went completely still. I had to pull her back to her knees to get her ass to the right height.

"Oh god, oh god, oh god." Tawny chanted.

"I never thought, of the three of us, Tawny would be the first to take it in the ass." Georgia said, wonder in her voice. She had considered this, obviously. I grinned and hunched at Tawny with my leg.

Tawny twisted to look first at her sister and then at me. "Sonny, you heard her, fuck my ass. Come in my ass."

I had been busy frosting my cock with a thick swirl of lube. I rose up behind Tawny, my hands on her perfect little ass and I felt her tense. So I slapped her ass, hard.

"Ow! What the hell, Sonny?" Tawny growled.

I smacked her again, smack, smack, smack. When I put my hands back to her ass, the tension was gone. Her skin was hot.

"Okay, okay, I'm relaxing!" Tawny said.

I put a finger to her ass and pushed the first knuckle inside. She grunted. I pulled my finger away. My cock had swelled till it was hard as stone. I placed the head against her little dimple and pushed lightly.

"Ungh." Tawny groaned really loudly. Then she turned to look at me. She grinned. "Okay. I'm over it. Fuck my ass, Sonny, really. I'll be good."

I proceeded, pushing against her ass hole. It resisted. I pushed harder. Still it resisted. I was just about to give up when Tawny exhaled and as the breath left her body, my cock slipped into her. She rocked back towards me. Her body relaxed and I entered her ass. She was soft and dry and rough all at once. But tight, tight like a clinched fist. I pulled back and ringed my cock with more lube, right at her stretched ass hole. I slide deeper. Tawny was "whooshing" like she was doing birthing exercises or something. I pulled back.

"Baby girl, if it hurts, we are doing something wrong." He wheezed.

She shook her head, her blond hair flounced about her head. "No." She grunted. "Does it feel good?"

"Oh you have no idea." I grunted back, my cock half in and half out of her ass. The heat from her ass radiated between us like a sensual sex field.

"Then fuck me, do it, Sonny!" To punctuate her words, she pressed back and another inch of cock slipped into her ass. She groaned and bowed her head between her elbows. "God, so tight. I feel so full." She seemed about to say something else but did not, bowing her head instead.

I withdrew again and then pressed deeper. Her ass seemed to surrender and I slid fully into her. I was draped over her bent back, her body quivered from my penetration, the front of my thighs fit against her tense thighs. "Think about what this is like with a cock in your cunt." I grunted.

"And one in your mouth." Dalia chimed in.

Fuck me, I was preaching to the choir. Maybe that's the wrong expression. I pulled back and cycled back into Tawny's ass, penetrating deeper. My hands on her hips held her firm as I pulled back again and then pushed slowly into her again. Her body seemed to come alive. Air whistled through her teeth. I gripped her hips hard and rammed into her, pulling her onto me the last inch or so. I was rooted into my sister's incredible ass! She moaned and pressed against me, her ass rippled and clinched. I felt her ass cheeks flatten against me. The tension on my cock was unbelievable and suddenly, like a flash of lightning, I was coming. I flopped over her back and kissed her shoulder, sucking on her hard, intending to leave a mark. She grunted, trying to lift up under me. The motion, her rising under me sparked my orgasm. I bucked once and I lost all control and reason. I was pumping her full of cum. I twitched and jerked as the little death wracked me.

A few moments of orgasm and it was past. I shuddered as the last throes of pleasure rattled away. I lay gasping and Tawny was having a terrible time trying to breathe with my weight on her back like that. I lifted up, pulling my deflating cock from her ass and toppled onto my back. My cock sagged like the mast of a sinking ship. A moment later, warm hands and a warm wet cloth were cleaning me. Two or three repetitions and then lotion and the smell soothed me. Tawny remained on her knees beside me, draped over the pillows. I opened my eyes. Georgia was looking down on me. She stared at me with that peculiar cross-eyes stare when you are too close to somebody. She smiled a wistful smile and then bent over me and kissed me on the lips. It was no sisterly kiss, either. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Tawny rise up and watch us.

When Georgia broke the kiss she had tears in her eyes. "I thought you just didn't want me." She said finally, after gulping several times.

I put a hand on her hip, slipped it under her sweater and ran it up to her breast which I cupped. She groaned and closed her eyes. "I want you, Nova. Many, many times. I will be your lover. I will fuck you for hours, till you walk funny." I chortled a little. "I will find you someone to eat your pussy and someone for you to eat after I have fucked them." Her eyes opened and she backed away. She looked at Tawny and then at Dalia.

Dalia snorted. "Nova, do you forget being ears deep in Mrs. Rossini that one night? We all saw you, how much you like pussy. I think your secret is out. You like girls."

"I like cock too."

"I like cock." Tawny said. "Not so sure about pussy." Silence. "Just so you know."

I grunted. "No worries. I know plenty of women who would love to go down you, Georgia. And your turn will come and you will come and I will come."

"And I will watch." Dalia chimed in.

"And I will, I will, I'll help." Tawny added.

Georgia got to her feet and backed up. She looked at Dalia who got to her feet. They left us then.

Tawny and I showered again, together this time. When we were done grooming each other, she looped her hands around my neck and looked up at me. "My time is about up, isn't? This time while you are mine and I am yours." She bowed her head and then looked back at me. "Did you fuck her? Mrs. Wills, I mean? While you were over there today?"

I shook my head despite the conviction that this was none of her business. How did she know where I was? I had no answer. Then I remembered the text. It had been intended to point Tawny at Chris again, to prepare her for when he called. This moment I did not anticipate.

"But your are going to, right?"

Now I did nod. Tawny nodded and kissed me through the spray that surrounded us. Breaking the kiss. "I bet Dally would love to see that." She giggled and turned off the water. "Let's eat, I'm starving."

In that easy moment I wondered if Dali was the only one.

We toweled off and dressed. I stopped her from leaving. "Sit down, Tawny. I do have something to tell you."

She nodded and sat on the end of the wasted bed. She did not speak but looked up at me, a bland, expectant look on her face.

"Tawny, Chris is going to call and ask you out." Her face switched from the strained expectation to a thrilled look of happiness.

"Really? Really?"

"Really. He should call you tomorrow. I gave him your work number. I am going to have the guys over tomorrow to watch football, I have been, uh, distracted since Mom left and I need to see how my boys are. I'll ask and see if he has called. That is all I am going to do, Tawny. The rest is up to you and between you two. Understand what I am saying?"

Tawny regarded me with those serious eyes, bedroom brown that usually made her appear so naive, so vulnerable. Now, they seemed almost predatory. "You are saying that you are perfectly willing to share your friend with your sister."

I had to replay her words in my head. Share my friend with my sister? I thought. Then I said it. "Share my friend with my sister? Don't you mean share my sister with my friend?"

She shook her head. "I didn't mean that, but I could be persuaded..."

I waited for her to grin but she didn't. I waited longer for an explanation or elaboration or some such addition to her comment. Nothing. Finally in desperation on the midst of the silence I said I had to call the guys before supper. She nodded and left then.

I only got Sammy who insisted I was feeling guilty for neglecting "us". He said "us" with a certain intonation that I was sure intimated something else, but maybe I was just feeling out of sorts because I had gone nearly a month without seeing or touching Alissa Honeywell. Sammy was reminding me of that. After hanging up, I realized the agony they must be feeling, but then I grinned grimly. Alissa needed a little sexual tension in her life after the previous two months and if Annie wasn't getting enough attention and my buddies were going without, I sure wasn't my fault. They were big boys, after all.

I ate with my sisters, all sitting around the table chatting, almost like old times but without Mom there to quietly glow at her little brood and smirk happily that at least once in a while we could get along. That illusion kept cracking up against my sisters' attire, all wore button up shirts that were either improperly buttoned or inadequately buttoned. Any lean left their loose shirts bagging and showing me cleavage and whatnot. I was nonchalant. We were about done eating when my phone buzzed. I figured it was one of the guys and answered insouciantly, "not now, honey, you'll just have to wait."

Rather than some snarky rejoinder in a male voice, I got back a breathy slithering tone that left me breathless. "Hey Tiger, its me and I hate waiting. I bet you do too but you are going to wait forever." D. Debra Hamilton slurred into my ear.

"Wait a sec," I told her in a hushed voice. My sisters pointedly ignored me. I felt all tingly inside my skin. It felt so odd, having just ass fucked my sister and here I was still tingling with just a voice in my ear. Humans are fucking weird!

I hurriedly excused myself from the table and walked upstairs to my room. I don't know why I did that, it was not like my sisters were unaware of her, but at the same time I had not exactly disclosed how pitiful I was, what perfect putty I was in D. Debra's hands or how unresisting I proved to be. I checked that thought. I was resisting by fucking my sister. Did that count? Classic displacement or logical compensation?

Safely in my room, laying on my bed, phone to my ear, I said, "Ms. Hamilton, how nice to hear from you."

"Will you be in town for the New Year's Eve celebrations?" She asked immediately.

"I think so."

"You may take me to the Collegiate New Year's Celebration. Pick me up at eight, no nine. No sense in arriving too early. Don't come early either. I'll be ready at Nine, not before. Her silken tone disguised a hard tone that tickled my brain.

"Nine, New Year's Eve. I'll get us tickets."

"Don't bother. My mother's company has tickets and a suite we can use as needed. See you then. And Sonny, exercise your tongue, this time away from it has been trying."

She was gone. I stood up, groaning with anticipation, looking at the phone with no small degree of chagrin, really complex, complicated chagrin. All the certainty that I had emerged from her shapely shadow evaporated the moment the silken sound of her voice inveigled its way into my brain. My cock got hard, my head soft and my heart fluttered like a pre-teen girl in the face of her favorite crooning idol. Then, staring at the phone and fighting the urge to call D. Debra back just to hear her lovely voice, I was assaulted with wave after wave of guilt; guilt relating to Tawny, to observing Annie and Laura on the rail and my response, my plans to ensnare this red-haired Mrs. Favors in my MILF web, Alissa, oh, and my other two sisters all of whom had some claim on my cock. I frantically tried to answer these calls for my head (or balls) echoing inside my own mind.

The guilt swelled inside me and I felt I had become the faithless cock many women usually fear and filter for. I soothed my conscience with the assurance that there was nothing usual about my life and the lurch into this new world of MILFs and sisters and strange pussy all at my disposal. It gave me horrible vertigo. I insisted then that this was not all my doing, perhaps even less my doing than a collaboration of cock and pussy. I soothed myself with rationalizations about the position I had assumed between D. Debra's legs (on my knees, eyes closed and tongue out, was the picture I made of my situation, which allowed her to hump my face as she wished). I felt horrible despair and yet knew I would pick her up at nine sharp, pecker at attention as instructed and any attention she paid me would be attention enough.