Extending the MILF List Ch. 05

I kissed the first swath of skin on her thigh.

Georgia moaned softly. "Oh Sonny!"

I kissed the other thigh in the same way, at about the same place. Her skin tasted vaguely salty. I smelled her arousal, tangy like the sea on an autumn day. I licked her skin and she grunted again.

"God, no." She whispered, her voice twanging. "I'll scream. I will." She ground the words into dust, denying them with implicit but passionate invitation.

I kissed higher. Her hands tightened on my shoulders. When I hesitated, they gripped me and pulled at me, lifting me without moving me. Kissing and licking each thigh, the waffled skirt draped over my head, I moved closer and closer to her pussy. We both understood what destiny we sought.

I miscalculated and my forehead brushed her bare skin above her pussy. I flinched and my cheek kissed her pussy lips. That's backwards; her pussy kissed my cheek. She went still. I wanted her pussy lips to move on my cheeks. Instead, her hips eased forward. Her pussy opened and I felt the incredible moisture oozing from inside of her. It beaded and a streak of it ran down my cheek. The smell was overwhelming. Her arousal was erotic and unmistakable.

"Sonny, god, Sonny touch me, touch me deeply." Georgia's voice settled through the folds of her loose skirt.

I heard it then. The sound of the doors opening and the rise of burbling crowd beyond, like the grumble of the ocean. A moment later another door clacked open.

"Band, its about midnight." A voice called. "Get on stage. Time to kiss the audience good night."

"We have twenty minutes." Another voice responded.

"Whatever. They want you on stage now."

The door banged closed, the other door opened and clattered closed, cutting off the noise of the crowd beyond like a headsman cuts off imprecations or prayers.

I touched Georgia's pussy with my tongue.

"Ugh, oh god, Sonny, no, I'll, I'll, I'll...." Her promises sank beneath the waves of sighing pleasure as I lapped at her pursed pussy. When I finally parted her lips and quested into her, she grunted and pushed her body at me. My tongue plunged through her milky folds and deep inside her. She groaned and her hips bucked once, smacking me full in the kisser with her wet pussy. I ran my hands around her body and clasped her by the ass, the lines from the garter belt to her stockings the only things between us. I grasped her ass and pressed my tongue deep into her.

Georgia did scream.

I think I heard it but it was muffled by her skirt and the envelopment of her plush body, rich and succulent. I waggled my tongue inside of her and she gurgled with pleasure. At the same time, I heard the clatter of the door behind me opening. Then, while I separated the folds inside my sister's pussy and counting out the thrusts of her hips, I heard a voice behind me.

"Goddamn, look at that."

"Oh shit. She, god, she's having it good."

"Hey you two, what the...oh, wow. Happy New Year to you, miss."

"Hap, hap, happy New Yeh, Yeh Year."

I heard Georgia's voice wavering above me. I curled my tongue up and looked for that rough customer at the top of her canal. I felt it and I felt and heard the effect on her. Her hips tensed and then ground forward. One hand left my shoulder and clamped onto the back of my head.

"Oh, oh, oh god, fuck, damn, god, shit, fuck, damn!" Georgia burbled.

"Jesus fuck, she's coming."

"Hey, we got to get on stage."

"Think she'd suck my cock?"

"Only if she's dead. Come on, asshole, you'll get your cock shined later. Now you have to beat off on your drums."

"You just hate me cause I get more pussy than you do?"

"Quality, man. Come on."

While this conversation warbled beyond my awareness, I ate my sister. God, what would they say if they knew it was her brother ears deep in her? I felt Georgia twist and jerk.

"Leave her alone."

"Don't you want to see her tits?"

"I, quit it."

"Yes." That was Georgia. "Kiss my tits."

I pulled back. Shit, she had lost her fucking mind. Her hand pushed me back into place at her pussy. I mentally shrugged and licked up and down her slit again. She groaned. I swear I felt the vibration of sound on my cheeks. Her thighs squeezed in on me.

"Jesus Christ, look at that. She's showing us her tits."

"Kiss them." Georgia's voice sounded utterly alien.

"Not me. You do it."

"What are you guys...oh you assholes, leave them alone." That was a woman's voice.

"She's having a good time." One guy said.

"No kidding. Wish one of you assholes had his talent. Jesus, look at her."

I felt Georgia hearing them. Their words seemed to sizzle through her skin and burn me. He felt them like caresses that penetrated to her core. She and Dalia were related after all.

"She wants you to kiss her tits." One guy said.

"What?" The woman hissed. "You assholes, go get on stage."

"Not till you kiss her tits."

"Yes." Georgia groaned. "Please, kiss them, kiss my tits!"

"Oh my god. What did you assholes do?"

"Nothing, Mom, nothing!"

I know I heard her smack him but I was a little busy so I might have been confused.

"Don't fucking call me that. Goddammit. I ain't old enough to be...oh fuck off to the stage."

"No, not till...."

Smack!

"Git!"

Then silence, well, except for the sound of Georgia's pussy sloshing as a I slogged around, pushing the pleasure around inside of her while she quivered mindlessly in my clutches. The hand on the back of my head relaxed.

I punched my tongue deep into her and Georgia grunted, tensing all over again. The stress resolved into a rolling of the ocean where I rode like a dingy on the waves. She groaned out orgasm after orgasm, her hips pumping and shaking as each one rippled through her. My hands were so tight on her I felt her legs weaken. I fought against her hand and escaped. I finally realized I was lightheaded from a lack of oxygen. I sat back on my heels, panting.

After a couple minutes, I caught my breath. I looked up. Georgia's sweater was pulled up under her chin and her bra was pushed off her tits. One of her hands played idly with a nipple. I got awkwardly to my feet and bent and kissed her breasts.

"Oh god, Sonny, I came while they watched. I, I couldn't help it. God, I came so hard I thought, ugh, thought I'd fall over!"

I changed breasts. Georgia shivered with delight, her hands riding like a pilot fish on my back and shoulder. I decided that I wanted inside her. I fumbled my pants open and unleashed my trouser monster.

"God yes, put it in." Georgia hissed.

I crouched, bent my cock and shuffled through the stiff crinkles of her bunched skirt. I found her thigh and followed the skin straight to her pussy. I entered her. Georgia groaned, arching her hips to take me inside. I slipped the head past her inner sentinel and settled through the fine folds of her pussy. They clung to me like starving people grasping the hands of a prophet. The pleasure shot through me, echoing the feel of being inside Tawny. It was replete and rich, like a French dessert. One of her legs lifted. She turned and I sunk deeper into her. I gripped her lifted leg and pulled us together. She groaned and ground back at me. We slid together, perfectly fitting cock into pussy as if it were designed. If this was intelligent design, I voted, yes!

Her hips punched at me.

Perverse little fuck that I am, I left her panting. She wanted the cock infused orgasm but I denied her, staggering away and pulling my pants back into place. The cummerbund was hopeless. I couldn't take it off though and I stood there trying to right it while Georgia stared at me. Finally she followed suit and righted bra, sweater, and skirt. Zipping up the skirt she glowered at me.

"Curse you, Sonny."

"Oh? Don't like having the little sister kissed?"

Georgia's eyes got so wide.

I realized that without any actual malice or intent, I had stepped squarely in it.

"Jesus Crackers, that was you? And Tawny?"

I shook my head, all denial. "No. I mean, I meant you don't like having your pussy kissed. Little sister. Pussy. Get it?" I felt panicked but my voice was perfectly calm.

Georgia smiled a sort of knowing smile, the one that she used anytime I was just about to get caught for something that would make the varicose vein on Mom's temple pulse.

"Don't deny it! I know it was Tawny. Chris, he was down here with, with Blondie. I knew those tits looked familiar, even from way down here!" She widened her eyes. "You fucked her up there!"

I knew resistance was useless. I gave up. I grinned. "Jesus. Who knew she wanted to show her tits to the world?"

Georgia shook her head. "We better go. Girlfriend and her servants might be back by now.

They weren't.

Dalia sat at the table looking horribly lonely and forlorn.

We walked past the band stand and they all followed us like we were celebrities. The woman watched us like we were food. The men didn't notice me, I don't think. They all looked like contractors measuring Georgia's garage for their autos, or their little Otto's as it were.

Georgia ignored them but I waved. The drummer gave me a thumbs up and I grinned in return. Everyone looked at him and then did the same thing. The people around us thought we were with the band and regarded us with a new deference.

When we finally got back to the table, Dalia looked so curious I thought she was going to pop.

"What'd you do, fuck the band?" She said as we sat down next to her.

"He slipped it into me and then lost his nerve." Georgia groused.

"Where's Tawny?" I asked, then realized I had tipped my hand.

"Tawny? What about what's her name?"

"Dee Dee." I agreed. "Where are they?"

Dalia shrugged. "No sign of them."

"You owe me." Georgia said.

"I didn't lose my nerve. I just wanted to heat you up."

"We have to go after midnight. The plane is going to leave really early and the boss said if we weren't on it, don't bother going to work."

"He'd really fire you two?"

"We won't fuck him, so yes, that's a real possibility."

I get it. I did. If you think fucking buys you something, then you'd think that someone would fire you for not fucking them. I didn't say that though. No sense in causing trouble that accomplished nothing.

"Find the one you want to kiss. Midnight is just about here." The emcee called from the band stand. They wobbled into some sappy bridge music that would make Auld Land Syne sound peppy.

"I want a kiss." Dalia said.

That surprised me. I looked at her. She smiled shyly.

"I want you to fuck me at midnight." Georgia said. Her competitive nature appeared, one-upping Dalia's bad idea.

I rolled with it, taking this opportunity to be the reasonable sibling. "I think if I bonked you on the table we might get arrested."

"Or thrown out." She agreed.

"We're leaving anyway." Dalia said. "Go for it. If you go to jail, I'll bail you out. Promise."

"Not before you miss your plane." I grunted. Mr. Cock was agreeing with ever invitation to fuck and all I did was refuse. I think he was mad at me because he deflated into a daydream. I sensed an internal rebellion pending. I was about to do something foolish, fun but foolish.

"Sonny, are you going to go find Miss Hamilton?" Dalia asked.

I shook my head. The blonde might not even kiss me. Then it dawned on me what had happened. What would Chris do if he found Tawny with D. Debra ears deep between her legs? Truthfully I had no specific idea but I was reasonably sure that he wouldn't turn around and run. Not the Chris that built the rail. Shit, he was still up there and if it had been me, I'd be doing exactly the same thing, whatever he was doing. Whatever it was.

"I want a New Year's kiss." Dalia said softly. It wasn't a demand just a carefully phrased wish.

I looked around. "What if someone knows us?" I asked, seriously.

Both Dalia and Georgia looked around.

Dalia finally fixed her eyes on me. "I think there is a balcony over there. I bet it will be empty. It's too cold to go outside. We can. We could kiss there. Its dark enough, no one would see who it was. Not really."

I regarded Dalia for a moment. "Jesus buckets, you are serious."

She nodded. "I want a New Year's kiss and I want it from you, since apparently you cannot keep your girlfriend interested in you enough to be here for midnight."

I felt the slight but I knew about the competition. I couldn't tell Dalia that Tawny was likely right now upstairs on her back either being eater, fucked or both. I felt the longing to go join them but for one thing, I felt pretty sure I'd get rejected and I was not up for that at the moment. In addition, these two voluptuous women wanted a kiss, well, a kiss and a poke. Shit, I thought, I can do both at once. Haysus McChrist, I was lost for sure.

Mr. Cock woke up. Kiss, I said kiss. God, the fucker had no ears so never listened to anything I thought, but just substituted whatever he fucking wanted for whatever I actually said. So irritating.

However, since he brought it up, I realized that doing Georgia with Dalia watching on the balcony would be safer than trying to fuck her on my own. I'd have a lookout with a vested interest that I could rely on. Oh, and Dalia would get to watch! Everyone wins.

"Okay." I said. I sounded like my cock was up in my throat. Dalia stood up.

"Take your things. We won't be back." She grumbled.

Georgia looked at her with the same chagrin she exhibited when Dalia bossed her around and her lack of originality left her no option but to do as she was told. She got her coat and put it on. She looked at me. I looked at her.

"Lead on, McDuff." She said.

"That's lay on McDuff." I responded automatically being contrary. Georgia just brought that out in me sometimes.

"Whatever. I know it has something to do with a sword. You have yours, right? I have a sheath that needs sheathing or swording." She crinkled her nose. "I need a cock." She growled.

Nova was getting crabby.

I led my two sisters to the wall of the hall and skirted the other revelers with their party hats and fart whistles till we got to the big double window doors that opened out onto the balcony. I cracked it and felt a gout of cold air run up my skirt. Fuck it was cold!

I slipped into the crystalline darkness and felt Georgia bunched up behind me. I looked back to see Dalia closing the door.

I immediately heard the grunting. Someone had cleared the snow off the floor so it was dark but I saw a splash of white that, as my eyes adjusted resolved into a black woman in a fluffy white dress bent over the balustrade and a man in a gray suit, much of it around his ankles, mining away, his jackhammer ass squelching and slapping against the woman's quaking body. She grunted encouraged every third or forth cycle.

The crowd behind us cheered.

I grabbed Nova by the arm, handed her purse to Dalia, and pulled her over to the stone railing next to the bent woman. "Mind if we join you?" I asked in a subdued voice.

The guy flicked a glance at me. He was sweating, even in the strict cold. He grunted and shook his head. Finally, he coasted to a stop, his body rubbing against the bent woman.

"I'm Herman. This is my friend Gloria. Please, a little company might be memorable." He returned to his syncopated plumbing of her depths. The halt must of titillated her because Gloria wheezed and bucked a moment after he resumed. She hissed like a steam locomotive and waggled her ass at him.

I turned Georgia to face the broader world. She bent automatically, placing her forearms on the balustrade.

"God, it's cold."

"Warm her up, Sonny." Dalia said.

Herman stopped suddenly and looked around. "Mister, you got two? Happy fucking New Year?" He laughed, a low rumble in his broad chest. The man was tall and angular.

Georgia fumbled with her skirt and I felt it loosen under my hands. Behind us, the Emcee was gabbling on whipping the fuckless minions into a frenzy before getting them to count backwards. The band played on. I had thought I'd kiss Georgia's peach again but it was too fucking cold. I needed to get some friction going and try to make fire.

Georgia lifted up the back of skirt, now lank on her hips. I did my fumbling with my cummerbund and trousers till I got my hard but iffy cock free. The cold was a shock. Strangely, my idiot dick got harder. When I put it in Georgia it was going to shatter if I waited much longer.

I simply lifted the back of her skirt and found her white thighs and ass. I felt between her legs and found her milky, gooey center. I plunged my finger into her and she grunted. Her head was turned, watching Gloria murmuring through another little climax from friends Mr. Herman.

"Put it in her." Dalia said. "Fuck her, Sonny." She seemed utterly unperturbed by our company.

I wanted to see if she was taking pictures but reverted to focusing on getting Mr. Cock parked in my sister. Little Otto found her entrance unerringly and I slid into her like a banana fits in its peel. I felt Georgia tense and then I was in her, fully enveloped by her wet, clinching, pussy. She chewed on my cock a little and that inspired me to give her the what for.

I pulled back and slammed forward, ramming Georgia full of cock. She groaned out a long syllable that started out as "yes" but ended up something from some other language. I repeated the motion and she shuttered.

Behind us, the emcee continued yelling at the crowd. The tidal roar of the crowd lessened and I heard him say, "Love the one you're with, its almost time!"

I felt Dalia move up beside me, between Herman and I. He was rampaging at Gloria and she seemed fully capable of responding. She gabbled on about tasting the end of his cock, that he was a mule and a horse and an elephant and she loved him. Stoic Herman kept his part of the arrangement, pumping her hard.

I tried to catch up. I'd just gotten into a nice rhythm when I felt Dalia cuddling up to me. Her body molded to mine. I had hold of Georgia's hips and was pumping her for all I was worth. The crowd beyond the closed doors began to chant, an inchoate clatter at first but then it resolved into "nine, eight, seven!"

I increased my tempo, grinding into Georgia harder and harder. I felt her body seized. I realized her panting had stopped and I felt her press her body back against me, filling herself with cock on the back stroke. All I could do was grind against her. She bucked, her body twisted and lurched. Her head came up and she screamed.

For a moment, no one moved.

"Five, four, three!" The muted crowd chanted.

"Oh god, fuck me!" Georgia hollered.

"Oh god, fuck me, too!" Gloria added her voice to the chorus. Herman roared.

I hammered into Georgia, grinding us together. Dalia grasped my chin and turned my head to face me. She planted her mouth on mine, kissing me stoutly and fully, her lips afire, her tongue probing and stimulating me. I pulled Georgia back hard onto my cock.

"Two, one...Happy New Year!" The crowd roared, Mr. Emcee's ebullient voice caterwauling over the chorus.

"Coming!" Georgia shrieked.

"Coming!" Gloria shrieked.

"Ugh." Herman grunted.

I started to come but Dalia was kissing me so I could only groan into her open mouth. Her body pulsed against me, humping her hips against my leg. Cum spurted out of me and into Georgia. She moaned and arched her back, tipping her ass up as I flooded her with cum.

"Uh, god, yes, fuck me!" She mumbled, her voice raw. "Coming in me, filling me. I feel you, Sonny. God, fuck me!" She sounded deranged.

I felt deranged.

I pushed back at her, locking our bodies together. She moaned, suddenly shaking and shivering but not from the cold. Her ass felt hot against my skin. I felt trickles of fluid on her thighs and mine and it went immediately cold, which only seemed to accentuate the sensations rocketing through my body.