Extending the MILF List Ch. 04

"Oh my god, that was tremendous." She gasped. "I have had an unbelievable orgasm. Now, now I am going to be fucked in the ass."

I had no idea who she was talking to but she pretty much understood her situation. Very accurate reporting, I thought. With her body cinched down onto my cock, she was still and I felt Sammy behind her. The naked woman tipped forward, arching her shoulders to rest her tits on my chest, her arms pulled far behind her. I felt her ass lift as her back bent and she opened herself. Sammy moved into position behind her. She grunted and twitched. I presumed he was greasing her up again. He handed the lube to Ellen and returned to Dannielle's ass. Dannielle jerked as he probed her ass again. Her pussy rippled with the penetration.

What a sensation!

Then I felt her rock forward, her body leaving part of my cock. She resisted the motion and hunched backward. She jerked once and she groaned. "Oh fuck me, I am so full of cock!" She settled down on my cock again, her body clasping me, her thighs quivered against my pelvis. I felt Sammy adjusting her body. He pulled back, rocking her back off my cock; then I felt him stroke into her, hard. He rammed her hard down onto me. Her frame rattled with his motion. Her head raised, exposing her neck to me, her hands planted to either side of the headboard. Her face scrunched up like she was weeping but her body was shaking. The tips of her tits scrapped back and forth across my chest. She swayed over me, her tits bouncing and kissing my chest and neck. Her head wagged up and down, covering her face with her brown hair and then exposing her neck, stressed and graceful while she panted and moaned. Sammy leaned over her and then pulled back and rammed her hard once more. Her thighs widened and she ground hard onto my cock, forced full of it by the weight on her back and the cock penetrating her ass. She bucked then, gritting her teeth, sucking air between them as she shuddered and shook. Her eyes went closed and she gasped and she tipped over onto me, her breasts brushing up my chest before being smashed between us. Sammy kept a steady rhythm, ramming her from behind, punctuating her own motions. I flexed beneath her, trying to keep her pussy filled while she writhed between us. One hand came free then the other and I realized Ellen was releasing her. I felt Sammy behind her, hammering her with short little strokes that shook her, me and the whole bed.

Dannielle's hands found my shoulders and gripped me hard. My ass was on three pillows so she lay down on me. I had hold of her ass and felt Sammy bumping against her. I pulled her open and the tension sealed us together. Her legs convulsed, twitching with the tension of being pinned between two men, penetrated by two cocks. Her eyes rolled and closed and she gasped over and over, sucking air past her full, voluptuous lips. She kept trying to sit up and ride me but Sammy pushed her down and the incline of my torso constantly tipped her downward. Finally she grunted, cupped the back of my head with her hands and kissed me, her tongue spearing into my mouth, lashing me with tingling sensations that spread throughout my body. Her body seemed to meld with mine, coating me like sensational pleasure while her body bucked, rammed over and over again from behind.

She lifted her head, nodding with Sammy's increasingly violent motion.

"Oh god, so full. I...I...I have two, two cocks in me!" Her voice whispered. Then her face lit and she smiled. "Sonny, fuck me! I...you can fuck me whenever you like. I am yours!"

Women keep saying that to me. Not complaining but it seemed weird. I heard Sammy chortling, pausing behind her. For a second we three were still, tightly joined. "He told you to say that, didn't he?" I asked.

Sammy resumed his penetrating strokes of Dannielle's ass before she could answer, rendering her voice into a high squeal. He increased the tempo and the force, hammering Dannielle ever tighter onto my cock. She lay between us, her head shaking as Sammy shook us both, rattling us together.

He groaned, he grunted, he came, pumping against her hot ass. He ground against her, holding her down onto my cock.

Dannielle's face was pressed against the junction of my neck and shoulder. She was hissing as Sammy filled her. She was whispering something and finally I could hear what she was saying. "Two, two, two." She was chanting. I turned to her and kissed her forehead. She opened her eyes. They were dreamy. "I have two men in me." She whispered as Sammy coasted to a grunting stop on top of us. "I have heard, but I never imagined. My ass is full of cock and cum." She smiled airily. She ground her hips between us and suddenly her pussy seemed alive, rippling and clasping my cock planted so deeply in her. Her hips began to move and she began to fuck me. Sammy rolled off us and flopped to the side.

"Sweet bucking Christ!" Ellen said from somewhere above us.

"So sweet!" Dannielle echoed. Her hips began to rock and roll, grinding her body against me. I reached behind her grasping her hips. They were still hot and when I gripped her, her head flew back, bitting her full lower lip. She planted her hands on my chest and she continued to ride me. Ellen had released her legs as well, so she mounted me more firmly, her thighs and calves clasping me as her rump rocked on me, holding my cock inside, scraping it across the side and roof of her pussy. It was awkward as my ass was propped up on the pillows so she always seemed about to topple down onto me. Her breasts wavered and heaved as she chased her pleasure. After five or six grinding strokes, she seized and grunted, her hips shaking, her hands scratched my chest. Her head nodded twice in two great arcs. Then she resumed riding me. Again, after a few strokes, she halted and shivered, shaking and gasping. Her eyes opened as she stared down at me, but I don't think she saw me. They were glassy, coated with a film of erotic glee and shimmering with pleasured amazement. She continued the pattern, fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck, coooooommmmmeee! Repeating it over and over again while I tried to accommodate her. Finally I made out the words she was hissing between her teeth when she came. When I comprehended it, she was saying "eight".

I was just about to break in two when Ellen rocked us to the side and pulled out the pillows. Dannielle settled onto me and gripped my shoulders. I grasped her ass and began to ram her pussy down onto my cock as I arched my back. Each thrust seemed to penetrate some small bit deeper up into her body. Dannielle chased her orgasms and I was her vehicle. In this flatter position, I she could ride me with more control and the little thrills eluded her. She increased the action of her ass on me, rolling it faster and faster, trying to make fire but only succeeding in releasing a flood of fluid from her body, splashing between us. She grunted, she groaned and then she shouted my name, arched her back and sat up, twisting and shimmying over me.

She thrashed once and screamed, collapsing onto my chest. For a moment she lay gasping and then like a tent rising, lifted by some internal pole, she unfurled again, lifting her torso up. She resumed grinding us together. Her thighs clasping me.

"My ass is on fire!" She gurgled. "I can feel the heat inside. It is spreading and I...I...I am coming again! More. More. More." She cried, amazement rife in her voice. "Oh God, please let it never stop!" She collapsed again but again, after a couple gulping breaths, she rose up again and resumed her pursuit.

I was engaged in my own pursuit. My hands splayed on her seared hips, pulling her down harder and harder each time she rose up and crashed down, grinding her pubic bone against mine. Another orgasm crashed into her and she wavered and drifted down onto my chest again. Up again. My god, how long could the woman go? My cock was intimidated but not cowardly. All I was aware of was this woman's passion. Then the flicker of my own orgasm robbed me of rationality and I clinched her body down onto mine, arching under her heaving hips, my hands clasping her ass hard.

"Oh god, oh, oh, oh goood!" Dannielle cried. In that moment I fountained up into her. That seemed to rekindle the intensity and she bucked hard, her head fell back on her shoulders and she began to buck and thrash, squeaking and hissing as the force of the pleasure ravaged her. Her hands gripped my shoulders, scratching my chest.

My pleasure swelled and coursed through my body, flooding up into her. She reverberated with my pleasure, sending it back to me, amplified. Her breasts weaved over me in a complex pattern as she orgasmed. She jerked and tensed, crying out again and then slowly, like a collapsing building, she flowed down onto me, coating my twitching body with hers. My own orgasm passed and we lay, sealed together, panting.

"Holy fuck." Sammy said. "That looked really fun."

"Like you got short changed, bitch." Ellen said.

"Who you calling bitch? You're next, bitch." Sammy's voice was tired but vibrant. "I think we'll stretch you out a little, don't you?"

I expected some salty reply from Ellen but instead, all she did was sigh and say a breathy 'yes'. Nothing else, just "Yes! Oh, yes!"

I closed my eyes and when I opened them the next time, Dannielle was completely relaxed on my chest and I could not breathe. "Heavy." I said and regretted it instantly. I struggled to tip the lank woman off of me and only succeeded in cramming her into the little bit of space between us and Sammy. I thought he had gone to fuck Ellen. I also thought a lot of time had passed but I think I was mistaken.

"Come on, you dirty boy. Time to clean you off. Sonny is going to get my ass, that means you need to get clean so I can get you off the street."

"What? Off the street?"

"In the parking garage, genius. Parked. Fucked. Do I have to draw you a picture?" Ellen's voice was the perfect timbre of disdain. "My garage? Your auto?"

For once Sonny was slow on the uptake. "What?"

"Your cock in my cunt, stupid." Ellen said, her voice twisted with mocking contempt.

"Oh. Mouth?"

Ellen hesitated. I could not see them, Dannielle was still not quite with us and her hair covered my eyes. "Yes, mouth."

"Pussy?" Sammy pressed.

"Yes. Pussy."

"Ass?" Sammy said.

"Oh yes, ass."

"Kiss me you evil bitch!" Sammy chortled.

I could hear them kissing. Ellen was fairly humming. I could feel their connection from where I was. Hmmm.

I felt Sammy leave the bed. Dannielle lifted her head a micron, barely moving but enough to make me focus on her. She made to kiss the side of my neck but sighed, her plush lips just resting against my skin. "That was unbelievable." She whispered. "I have been double fucked. For real." She shifted a little and unhooked her far leg from that side of my body, succeeding in getting it part of the way over me but ending with it draped over my thighs. She turned her head and kissed the shoulder by her face. I squirmed till I was more or less face to face with her. She grinned. "The only thing I can imagine that would have made that better would be if you had rolled my hot ass onto the bed and finished in me like that. I think I lost IQ as it is, though. I'd be reduced to using just one syllable if you had fucked my burning ass on the bed. God, Sonny, how did this happen? What are you?"

I wanted to answer but my mind was blank. Perhaps Sammy had not cued her up before when she claimed to be mine. I could hope. The shower came on.

After a while the shower went off and I heard them return, presumably clean. Then I heard the sound of sucking and then Ellen's voice, "Yep, you are clean."

I tried to laugh but nothing worked yet.

"Hey you two, don't you think you should get up?"

"Fuck off." Dannielle said utterly without conviction. I grunted my echo of the sentiment. Dannielle cuddled against me and then the light went off. I passed out, drifting to sleep in the dirty afternoon light.

When I came to next, it was dark and I was hungry. Dannielle was gone. I took my main vein in for a tune up and then showered. I emerged, wondering in the dark where my clothes were. I found them and got dressed. My pubic bone was raw and bruised and I felt genuinely ridden hard.

I staggered out into the living room to find a full spread of food. Sammy was sitting in one of the chairs and the two women were cooing over the trolley parked by the couch. It was nearly bare.

"Thanks for calling me for supper." I growled.

"Look who it is? Sleeping beauty." Sammy chortled.

I felt positively drunk. Well, hung over as opposed to over hung. I walked over to Dannielle, put a finger under her chin, tipped it up and kissed her full lips, smeared with mustard. "That was epic." I muttered.

Sammy grunted. "If anyone knows epic, this guy does." He said.

"Thank you, Sonny. Charmed you think so." Dannielle cooed at me.

"Hey. Asshole. Don't use it all up. You still have one set of holes to go." Ellen said from the other side of Dannielle.

"She is an elegant piece of ass, ain't she?" Sammy asked no one in particular.

"Couldn't agree more." Dannielle said with a laugh. "I took a shower. What next?"

Sammy sat up and looked at me. "You better eat something, buddy. You are nearly transparent."

Perfect word. I felt transparent. So I ate. But not too much. I ate while they watched. When enough was enough, I waved away their other offers. I felt content, but exhausted. I wanted sleep and said so.

Without much thought, I staggered to the other bedroom and glided into a dreamless sleep. When next I came aware, it was dark and I heard screaming; loud, full-throated screaming. At first it spooked me and I twitched awake, not aware I was on my feet till I heard the scream resolved into a ragged word.

"Fuck me!"

I came aware enough to understand it was Dannielle's voice. I was puzzled; I thought it was Ellen's turn and that woman did not strike me as one who was prone to give up her place in line. I sat down heavily on the bed because my legs did not seem to want to work. Dannielle's voice tripped down the scale till it lapsed into a distant panting and gasping, then silence. I was disoriented but I staggered to my feet, instinctively grabbed a robe from the end of the bed. I had no idea how long I had been asleep. My eyes scrunched up when I walked into the light of the living room. I felt like a vampire at a beach party.

A tinkling chime sounded. For a moment I could not comprehend what it was. I was looking for the phone when the tinkling shifted into an angry buzzing and I ducked, thinking bumble bee. Sammy appeared in the other bedroom door naked, his dick erect and glistening. I had some idea why. I waved him away feeling stupid and hoping he didn't see me ducking away from the imaginary bumble bee.

"Door." I mumbled. "I'll get it." I'd figured out the meaning of the buzzing.

Sammy, naked and utterly unaffected by it, his hard cock glistening with some pleasurable sheen, looked hard at me, his face askance with a tinge of concern.

I waved at him again. The buzzer quit pulsing and became a single, long, angry hornet's howl. "I'll get it. Go back...to whatever you were doing."

Sammy grinned and turned back into the other bedroom.

I did not feel any curiosity about who was at the door till I was at the door and it dawned on me that someone was on the other side and I didn't know who. Some rude fuck I did not want to talk to. I opened the door anyway, consciously chasing the mysterious thrill and surrendering to the need to know who the fuck was causing all that buzzing. I forgot about the peep hole, only realizing that it could be Kline or Bickerstaff coming to fuck up our party. I didn't care. I was pussy drunk and pussy brave. For pussy, a man in my condition would face death itself and not notice till it was all over.

"What? What the fuck do you...?" The words clung to the roof of the mouth. I felt like I needed to spit to get them out.

"Hello."

It was the blond woman I had seen with Sam Honeywell. "Hello?" I said, but it came out a question.

The door buzzer continued to buzz.

"You going to stop ring that goddamned thing?" I snarled, more violently than I had intended.

Her hand flinched away from the door jamb and she stepped back. For a moment she looked sheepish but then her chin lifted and her brown eyes flashed.

"I am sorry to bother you..."

"Uh huh. My ears are still buzzing with your delicate touch on the doorbell." The woman smiled a sarcastic smile; funny how some people can do that, be sarcastic without speaking a word.

"I am trying to be polite. You could at least show some consideration..."

"You had black roots before, didn't you? Or am I losing my mind." I pointed a crooked finger at her head, her hair, now perfectly blond. "You hair, I mean."

There was that same smile again. "Your mind? I am not sure you would miss it too much, young man."

I have to say, she did not look much over thirty but she had the sour disposition of someone much older, poorer, closer to death. "I'll try." The lamē dress was gone. I don't mean the woman was naked, I could only wish. She wore a different dress, like macrame done by really little people; you know, knotty so that it showed plenty of skin but not enough to know what you were looking at unless you knew before you looked. The kind of dress that makes you stare the same way an Escher print or Pink makes you stare, trying to figure out exactly what you are seeing. I stared and became fascinated with the weave. I think I figured out she had on a button up top with a vest and a mid-length skirt below that left a ridge of her white skin showing above it. The whole get up shimmered and moved, glittering with slivers of silver. She had breasts and I wanted to see them. Sam Honeywell had fucked this woman. The thought arrested me, gumming up the works of my mind, further. More.

"What is the matter, young man? Never seen a genuine Spinoza before?" She did something with her hand that blurred her image. The white thread or cord or whatever it was shimmered. The vest she was wearing together with the actual dress provided full cover despite the ethereal feeling that she was wearing next to nothing. Finally I was able to make out her tits. I stared at her rack until I felt her disapproving silence and looked up from her tits to her eyes. Her eyes were large, darkly drawn, brown and fixed on me. I think my confusion pleased her because in the moments it took me to figure out the optical illusion she was wearing, her eyes changed from one of irritation to one of triumphant sensuality.

"I am staring. I mean, am I staring?" I shook my head and looked behind me just as I heard a muted scream cavort over my shoulder. "What do you want?"

"Oh yes, I..." a hand smoothed over her blond hair, now blond to the scalp, pulled back tight with a plume of curls knotted in the back of her head. "I just came from my stylist. I...I had to get it done to account for...oh my."

"Your alibi?" I reached out a hand and lifted hers from the door jam, running my thumb over the nugget of a diamond on her third finger. "I happen to know the man you were with last night is married and not to you, because I am...I know his son and his wife."

Her mouth hung open for a moment, then clamped shut. She looked over her shoulder. I heard it too, the sound of the elevator arriving.

"Do you mind if I come inside? I, I can explain." She seemed suddenly unnerved and I liked it. I liked it a lot.

At that perfect moment, I heard a scream from the bedroom. I stepped back, suddenly interested to see how this woman Sam Honeywell was fucking would respond to the sounds of orgasm from the other room. "I doubt we are doing anything that you haven't already done." I muttered. That would have gotten me a look but she had turned her head and suddenly she was inside, pressed against me. I stepped backward, "Excuse you."