Extending the MILF List Ch. 04

"If you need to go...please don't let me keep you." Sam Honeywell said, huffing and puffing to hide his own feelings on the matter.

I dallied, feeding my own curiosity. "Who is that with you? Is she new?"

"An acquaintance." Sam said with a flip of his hand. Then he caught my steady (though a little bleary) gaze and he grinned. "Okay, okay. That is the wife of a client. He, I take care of her for him and that leaves him free to, you know, do what he wants." Then suddenly, his face flickered through several expressions ending with one of fear, the same one as the deer in the headlights from upstairs. "Alissa and I have an understanding, you see. She doesn't bother me and I don't bother her about her dalliances."

"Uh huh." I said, unconvinced but then I remembered her account of doing one of the associates. I decided to hide that skepticism. "That explains her willingness to do whatever I wanted her to do." Then, either a new, great idea bloomed in my mind or I became a blooming idiot. "That also explains why she...I did not tell you everything, Sam. About Melissa, I mean. Your wife, she negotiated with her sister to fuck me, to fuck us." I hesitated, having finally flopped over into the crude vernacular but it was too late to sugar coat anything. "Melissa demanded something on her own, from Alissa. She insisted that she get to fuck Sammy."

Sam's face again flickered into a new expression but this one was envy. "Sammy did his aunt? Holy mother of god!"

I held up my hand. "That is not all. She insisted that if he was going to fuck his aunt, he should do his mother too. So they would not tattle on each other."

Now Sam did crumple. His face seemed to swell. He groaned and flopped forward onto the table then immediately sat up and signaled the waitress. He ordered a double; mine was still half full so I dodged the trip under the table. The drink came and Sam gulped it. He ordered another. When the waitress brought the second, Sam stared at the drink and then lifted his eyes to me.

"Alissa had sex with our son?" He asked softly.

I nodded. "And Anne, and my mother. Once he was included, it made sense that he had to do them all, our three MILFs." I gulped, wondering if Sam would put my one and Mom's one together the way I put Alissa and Sammy together.

"Holy Christ!" Sam growled. He shook his head. "It makes sense, though. Those two girls never trusted each other. Alissa was sure I was going to fuck Melissa when we first got married and I assure you I wanted to in the worst way. Melissa is a flake, though; not nearly as steady as Alissa." He scowled up at me.

For a moment, I thought he was angry, that I had pushed him over the edge. But he rallied and glared at me. "Why are you telling me all this?"

I sighed. "Because I promised Melissa that if she fucked Sammy and me, I would get you to fuck her with Sammy."

"Melissa? Jesus Christ, what will Alissa say to that?"

"She wants to watch." I said. I almost said she'd say whatever I told her to say, do whatever I told her to do but thought that might be over shooting a bit. More then he needed to know and perhaps more than Alissa would allow. I knew there were limits and had little desire to exceed them. "But Sammy, he doesn't know all about this, just that Anne Kingston will fuck him on demand and Mom when she was still in the country, she would let him have her."

"Alissa?"

I shook my head. "I told them 'no' but whether they fuck or not, I cannot say but this morning when I fucked your wife on her desk, she seemed plenty hungry for cock. I don't think they are doing it. Anne Kingston sees a lot of Sammy, though."

"Anne Kingston lives next to the Wills, doesn't she?" Sam asked softly.

I nodded, waiting for him to draw whatever conclusion made sense to him.

"Sammy is always over at the Wills house. Or so he says. Now I know why. That always seemed odd to me, the wife of a billionaire in that little house. Does Alissa know about that?"

I grinned. "I presume so. I dropped Anne at your house for a sleep over one weekend. I still do her from time to time but it makes her crazy horny when I give her away to someone else, make her fuck them. Sammy benefits a lot but in truth, Mr. Honeywell, all my friends have done Annie Kingston. She gets crazy and when I can't do her, I hand her off, part of the deal. I took her to your house for Sammy to do. Alissa called and begged me to let her surrender to them." I used the plural pronoun consciously. Sam caught it. He was no dummy.

"Them. What do you mean, them?" His brown eyes narrowed, squinting, looking for me to admit my flawed diction and change the pronoun.

I grinned again. "Mrs. Kingston is very liberal with her affections. Mom tells me that since she arranged for me to have Alissa, your wife, Anne has learned a great deal about pleasing women. Your wife has benefited greatly from Mrs. Kingston's lessons."

"Oh fuck me!" Sam Honeywell groaned. "Alissa has been eaten by a woman? Do you know what I would give to see that?"

Perfect question. "Mr. Honeywell, I...I am having sex with your wife. Lots of sex with her. I feel like I owe you something and, and if you like I can see if I cannot work out a little ride with Melissa. I happen to know that they have...you know? Tasted each other and perhaps they might let you observe it."

"What did you say about Sammy?"

I cleared my throat and had the last swig of bourbon in my tumbler. "I think I have to offer her that or it might be too much of a risk."

His eyes shifted. "Your are having sex with Alissa?"

I nodded. "Every chance I get. Sid, he asks about it it all the time. He and Anne watched me do her in her office. Kline bulled in and had to watch me do what he wanted to do to her for five years. It is sort of a business arrangement but I give as good as I get." I looked him straight in the eye. "She enjoys being...er...used while someone is watching, someone she can shock by giving into me. It makes her so excited."

Sam Honeywell shook his head. "I never thought she..." his face screwed up as though he bit into lemon while thinking it was a donut. He shook his head. "Fuck me, she is an attorney and a damn fine one. I mean, I have been trying to avoid swearing so much. Puts Mrs., ah, a client off." He shook his head. "I don't know what to feel. I am a fair minded man though. I get mine, why would I be bothered by Alissa getting hers?"

Rhetorical question, I knew but I responded anyway; Alissa was getting plenty it seemed to me, if not recently exactly. "She, she hates that you two have grown apart but it is what it is. She, I think she would be willing to watch you and Sammy do her sister. Frankly, it might be too much for her to see Melissa just doing you alone. What I am telling you is that this, I think this is sort of package deal. I don't think Melissa would do you alone because of Alissa but both of you, that makes it seem..." I stumbled to a halt, searching for a word.

"Acceptable?" Sam offered.

I nodded my thanks. "Right. Acceptable."

"Messy Melissa?" Sam shook his head. "Unbelievable. After all these years." He seemed to lose track of me.

I stood up. "Think about it. If it is worth it to you, I'll start working to arrange it. I have your number. I'll call you." I suddenly wondered if Alissa would agree to this sort of arrangement. I had no idea but I thought arranging it as a surprise might be fun...though it could go horribly wrong, too. I had to ponder this a little bit. After what me and the guys did to her and her sister, I suspected her boundaries were much beyond where Sam had last left them.

Sam dropped his hands. "Melissa? Really?"

I nodded, fascinated at the direction his mind went. No further mention of his wife but that could just be an indication of the degree of estrangement, which seemed pretty severe. Good for me, I thought and then felt like a shit. I needed to get away from Sam at that moment as the guilt bubbled up in me like acid out of sponge cake.

"I'll be in touch." I said. Sam seemed in another world. I decided to leave him in that world, feeling incredibly lucky since I had just informed him that I was not only fucking his wife but that I would continue to do so. He barely blinked. I had mixed feelings about that. The idea circled but finally alighted as relief. I left well enough alone. Presuming he was paying the bill, I drained my drink and walked away from him. In the elevator, I took a moment to shift my head(s) over to the two woman waiting for me. I truly did not know what to expect. For all I knew Ellen would have Mrs. Bickerstaff tied to the bed and would be sitting on her face. My cock twitched hopefully.

They were both sitting watching a movie when I entered the apartment. I was so horny I nearly took one of them right there. I had just negotiated with Sam to keep fucking his wife and he seemed almost grateful. The idea of arranging Sam senior and junior to do Melissa and her sister thrilled me. It was heady stuff but I had other stuff to attend to. I walked into the room still erect from recounting my acquisition of Alissa, filled with the urge to rough fuck one of these woman without preamble but, as usual, I traded that quick, easy satisfaction for the more attenuated thrills of engaging them differently.

Ellen saw me and turned off the TV, staring at me like I was Santa Clause. I walked over to Mrs. Bickerstaff and extended a hand to her. She looked up at me. She was sitting on her feet so she had to unfold before she placed a hand in mine. I pulled her to her feet. She rose like steam.

"Mrs. Bickerstaff, have you ever been with another woman?" I asked causally.

She had removed her long coat, revealing once more the Kashmir sweater and the long brown skirt. She just stared at me as though I had not spoken.

"Mrs. Bickerstaff, have you ever tasted another woman? I mean, have you kissed another woman's pussy? Or licked it or sucked it? Or had a woman kiss or suck or lick or eat yours?"

Very slowly she shook her head back and forth. When she did not stop moving her head, disbelief in the motion, I bent to her, grasped her chin in one hand and kissed her lightly on the lips. Her head stilled. "I like watching women take pleasure from each other, with each other. But if you do not wish to be touched by a woman..."

Her hand grasped the wrist of the hand under her chin. "No." She said.

"No?" I echoed, wondering what that 'no' was attached to.

"I will do whatever you ask of me. I must, mustn't I?" Her big eyes blinked. I caught the submerged eagerness in the question, or thought I did. If it was an hallucination it was a good one.

Before I could answer, Ellen's voice provided it. "Yes. Whatever he asks, you should do. Alissa, she wants you, us to please him."

I glanced at the little woman. She wore a bushy white robe and, I guessed, nothing else. Her short red hair was wet. I released Dannielle's chin but it did not drop. That hand floated down to her breast. She had perfect breasts. I smoothed the back of my hand down the nearly straight upper slope and tucked it in underneath the swelling curve below and lifted it a bit. Dannielle closed her eyes.

"Oh my." She whispered. "This is really happening."

"Yes. But, I want you to want what is about to happen to you. I need to know this is your choice, to place your pleasure in my hands." I pressed the back of my hand against her fine breast for emphasis and, to be honest, because it felt good against my hand. My palm itched to feel the weight and firmness of her breast. I wanted to turn my hand and cup her full breast with it, but I demurred.

Those big eyes opened. Dannielle regarded me, her lips puckered naturally. Then, very deliberately as though she had read my mind or intuited my throbbing desire, she lifted a hand and turned mine around, the one pressed against the underside of her breast. She molded my hand over her breast, holding it in place with hers. I noted how large her hands were, larger even than mine, with long, lanky fingers. She sighed. "I want what you want." She said. "I want you to treat me as you wish. Take your pleasure, have me, have me give you what you desire. I...I want that, to feel you want me. Do as you wish with me." She spoke deliberately, her eyes fixed on my lips, not looking me in the eyes. "As you treated Mrs. Honeywell, perhaps, or Ms. Collier, here." Her eyes blinked so slowly it was as if she were sleepy. "If you...if I please you, that would please me." Her voice was barely a sigh, words blended with a smooth tune.

I moved both hands to her considerable hips and found the lower edge of her sweater. When I lifted it, her hands raised up over her head, anticipating my full intention. I pulled the edge of her sweater up under her breasts, revealing her sensuous belly, linear and lank. She hissed between her teeth. I dragged the sweater up over her breasts; bumping them up so as the ridge of cloth cleared them the flopped down. The sweater swept up and over her face. Her breasts shimmered in the clinging bra. Up her arms and off, the soft sweater went. When it was clear, I dropped it on the floor and she dropped her hands. She stood there, inches from my body, breathing deeply, licking her full, pink lips.

I wanted to speak to her, I sought words and found them. "I want you naked." I said.

She closed her eyes, breathing deeply. She opened her eyes, nodding and speaking "yes" as the same time.

I glanced down at her bra-covered breasts and then back to her steady eyes, now holding my gaze. The bra was only covering, light and provided little or no support; it got its shape from her body, not the other way around. She filled the bra like pride swelled a young man's chest.

She smiled slightly, a question in her eyes. I licked my lips and nodded a little. Her smile brightened with my approval. I reached around her and unhooked the bra, her hands drifted about my shoulders as I unlatched her. She shuddered as I smoothed the straps down from her shoulders and off of her arms, her hands twisting to allow me to remove it. She ended up steading herself with them by laying them on my waist. She seemed utterly compliant, waiting to be maneuvered into our mutual sexual bliss. Still, topless, she quivered, the tips of her breasts nearly brushing against my shirt. Her attitude enraptured me. I was surprised at my own reaction to her. My cock heartily approved but he was never hard to please when it came to naked women.

I had noticed in Alissa's office that the skirt buttoned up the back. I reached carefully around her, fingering the buttons. Her hands tightened, moving up to my sides, clasping my shoulder blades, which action pressed the apex of both tits against my chest. She hissed and sighed, leaning against me till she was rubbing her breasts against my shirt. I concentrated on the skirt but the breasts distracted me. With me positioned against her breasts, Dannielle moved her hands back to my sides. Each button popping loose on her skirt clinched her hands on my sides. When the skirt flowered around her, I put my hands on her bare skin and she gasped. I pushed down the line of her body, shucking her free of the skirt. It shuffled over the flare of her hips and dropped down her legs, pooling around her ankles, and mine. Unconsciously I cupped her ass in both hands, gripping her as I would when I was inside of her. I moved them up to her waist and waited. She was staring up at me, her nearly nude body shivered in the chill of the room.

When I did not move, she moved her hands to my wrists and then covered my hands and pressed them to her sides and down, inside her high-waisted panties, onto to the fine flare of her hips. No motion could have expressed her meaning more clearly, she wanted me to want her. I wanted her; I shivered with lust. Once my fingers were inside the band of the panties, she pressed down on my wrists. Her panties peeled down her body, like skin. I pressed my hands to her skin, feeling its softness. I moved them down lower, bending my knees till her breasts were right before my face. My breath blew on them and Dannielle groaned. Down and down and down I descended till I was face to face with her belly and then nose to nose with her pussy. The woman was panting like she had been holding her breath. I removed skirt, panties and shoes from her feet and Dannielle Bickerstaff was naked.

"Jesus buttered Christ." Ellen whispered from behind me. "I have never seen a woman stripped like that. I am wet just watching."

I looked up the nude body before me. Her breasts stood out from her chest above me, wavering as she breathed, her panting gave them motion that entranced me. My hands caressed her calves, up and down from knee to heel till I smelled her, the acrid tang of an aroused woman.

She pulsed her hips forward, almost touching my face with her body. A slight moan emanated from her.

I stood up and moved to stand beside the nude woman, not touching her. "Come with me." I took one hand and led her back into the bedroom where I had eaten Ellen. I gestured to Ellen to stay and lead the woman by the hand. She seemed to drift, a nude vision, lovely and passively willing to be directed to a passionate fate.

"Stand here." I left her standing at the foot of the bed. I returned to Ellen and picked her up in my arms. She squeaked but then relaxed, her arms clutching me around the neck, the too-large fluffy white robe billowed about her. She buried her face in the crook of my neck. I carried her back to the bedroom and carefully laid her on the bed. She was trembling.

"Mrs. Bickerstaff, I want you to experiment on her. I want you to taste her. Imagine it is her mouth on you and what you would wish her to do to you. Do that to her. Learn the feel of a woman on your lips. Teach her your pleasure with your mouth and tongue and lips while I shower. When I return, you will shower and I will mount Ellen and fill her with cum and you will eat her again when I return. You will taste us both. I want Ellen to feel that and I want you to do that for her."

"Oh fuck me." Ellen growled from the bed. "Mount me? Oh yes, mount me!"

Dannielle watched me from the foot of the bed, her head low, her lips parted, breathing through her mouth. She licked her lips.

"What are you waiting for? Taste her." I said softly and moved away from Ellen. I changed my mind and untied the sash on her robe and opened it, flipping it off of her spare body. Ellen was gasping for breath in her own right. She looked small and spare laying on that fluffy white robe. Standing away from the bed, I waited.

For a long time, Dannielle merely stared down at the nearly nude woman before her. Ellen did not move, finally closing her eyes, breathing deeply with great shuddering breaths that rattled in and out of her body. When I unwrapped her, opening the robe to reveal her body, she flung her hands over her head. She lay like that, her head turned to one side, pressed into the crook of her elbow, eyes closed. Her nipples stood tall on her chest, her little tits barely evident. Finally, after no one moved for several minutes, Dannielle turned full to the bed and put one knee up on the end of it, then the other. Naked, she crawled up the naked legs of the woman before her. When she was crouched over Ellen's pussy, she closed her eyes and breathed deeply, inhaling Ellen's body, blowing extravagantly into the silken red hair decorating the woman's pussy. Ellen's hips bunched and relaxed, timed to the other woman's breathing. After several breaths, Dannielle moved higher and bent her head lower over the lean woman's chest.

Ellen opened her eyes and watched the other woman above her, her face twitched with sexual tension. Dannielle's breasts scraped along Ellen's thighs. When Dannielle extended her tongue and touched Ellen's nipple, Ellen groaned loudly. Her body rippled with the contact. Dannielle kissed the nipple. Ellen grunted and arched her body, trying to press her nipple harder against the already departing lips. Dannielle moved to the other nipple and this time she covered it with her lips and sucked on it, pulling at it, stretching off the bare mound of Ellen's little breast. Between them I watched Ellen's hands travel in from their extended position and finally find and cup Danielle's breasts that dangled between them. Both women gasped. Dannielle's head lifted and her eyes closed. Her head drooped and she was kissing between Ellen's erect nipples. The sound of her sucking lips rattled in the room.