Extending the MILF List Ch. 11

"Sure. I didn't mean to suggest...I think I have several young women who might be interesting to you, to my, to our client, I mean."

"And your input might be amusing but our client will provide you a number of women to interview and by interview we mean seduce. Their other qualifications are not your concerns. Your job is to undress them and demonstrate their capacity for pleasure and willingness to climax with sufficient stimulation. Our client thinks that the truth in vino may also be in the female climax. A woman's orgasm unhinges their masks and shows what is beneath. At least, in his opinion, the female orgasm reveals some part of her that is not otherwise exposed.

"I will be in touch."

Hassum hung up.

That seemed abrupt to me but no matter. I sat staring at my phone for a few moments before looking up at Alissa.

"Hassum?" She said finally, fingering the collar around her neck.

I nodded. "That is one odd swish." I looked aghast in the next moment, realizing that her office was wired.

Alissa understood immediately and waved a hand at me. "Hassum, he is impossible to insult. He never apologizes for his predilections but neither does he force anyone to confront them. I know nothing about him other than that he makes Liberace look like a Mayberry hayseed."

I cocked my head at her. The references escaped me, both of them.

She shook her head. "You are a cultural wasteland, Sonny."

"I am not!" My umbrage was immediate and startling.

"No. Of course not. Like it or not Mayberry is part of the American culture."

I shrugged. I stood up. "I'll go now." I said.

"Wait. Wait, Sonny, you, you haven't said anything more about Ahmay."

I looked back at Alissa and I saw a look on her face that I don't think I had ever seen before. She looked plaintive and embarrassed at the same time, and guilty.

"I, since Sammy had me that week, I keep having dreams about, about her. I, I have seen her naked and, and she is beautiful."

"She, she just wants to watch." I said, testing what I was seeing, since I did not remember how much detail I had provided Alissa.

She nodded. "I understand but, Sonny, I can't get her out of my head. I have always seen her as...but now, she is a young woman now, an adult."

"Fair game?"

"Don't, don't say it like that. I, if she wants, if she wants to...?"

"I think we'll start with her watching us. We'll see where it goes from there. Okay?"

Alissa nodded. "Please. I don't ask for much but I want this."

I could see her tiptoeing over the I-am-Sonny's line into the you-owe-me territory. I decided to make a bargain of it that she might come to regret. Well, not regret exactly except in the sense that she traded a cow for magic beans, her birthright for a bowl of pottage.

"Alissa, you are asking me for one thing, so I am going to ask you for two things."

She sat up in her chair, suddenly looking all attorney-like. She touched her collar. "You know you don't have to ask, you can tell."

I shrugged. "I am telling you, you have to choose these things, one or both. Making you, that is one sort of thrill but enthralling you, that is something else."

She smiled a wistful smile. "That is what I love about you, Sonny, but I know that you are not going to be mine alone."

I shook my head. "No. I think that option has escaped me somehow. No one woman could endure me for long."

"That's not what I meant. What do you want?"

I liked it when she got down to business. "Two things. First, along with Ahmay watching you, with me, us, I mean, she wants to see us with another woman. I, I am, I have a woman in mind that might be interesting, and surprising and I want permission to surprise you."

Alissa laughed. "I doubt you can surprise me any longer."

That sounded like a challenge. I set it aside, out of sight but not out of mind. "And I want Melissa to come back for a return engagement. I, I have a complicated request that involves her, one that if I asked it of you, you'd refuse and you shouldn't."

"I have no problem sharing her with Sammy." Alissa said, her chin lifting that millimeter that told me she was lying. If she knew what I was actually thinking, I was pretty sure she'd pop me in the nose. I shook my head.

"You already have the right to use me as you wish, why, why are you bothering to ask?"

"Because everyone has limits and I, I am pretty sure that these two things, they will stretch yours. I want to be sure that you will relax and let me stretch you a little. I like having you on speed dial."

"Oh, you worry that if you stretch me in the wrong direction I'll sever our relationship, such as it is?"

I nodded, recognizing that was true, perhaps for the first time.

"Sonny, I doubt you can do that, so go ahead and try. Besides, my connection to you is sexual, personal, and professional. If I cut you off and Sid found out about it...I don't know what he'd do about that but I don't want to find out, whatever happened." She gestured at me, "and now that Hassum has met you, I expect that will be even more difficult. Hassum, he sneers at most people, particularly after he gets to know them a little. His contempt is well-founded. Few people are as intelligent as he is. You certainly aren't but he liked you and not because he has any illusion that you'll get on your knees for him and offer him either end. I think he liked you because you didn't wilt in the backwash of his overt and unapologetic gayness. He could relax. You do that with everyone.

"I may not be able to call you mine or even be yours exclusively but when you are with me, you are with me. I, I had to learn that neglect was not always a bad thing. I, I think I have that now. Waiting on you, that has its own rewards." She bowed her head. "God, does it!"

I waited.

Alissa looked up at me. "I, Sonny, if you have something for me, I, I want you to take me there, do it for me, do it to me. I love the excitement you have brought to me and I insist that it has nothing to do with the professional benefits that has accompanied it. I am better off since you fucked me and tied me to your will than all the good my husband could provide. What am I supposed to conclude from that?"

Jeez, I thought it was a real question. "Fucking Sonny is lucky?" I offered.

The look she gave me could have defeathered a turkey. "Fuck you, Sonny."

I laughed. "Alissa, let me tell you this much. The next time I see you, I want Ahmay watching while I make you orgasm. If that is okay with you, then I will do the rest but you need to arrange for Melissa to come visit. I want her again, with you, you know, sisters. But when that happens, you have to close your eyes and let me use you to fill my own plans. If you bring Melissa here, you accept what I am going to do with you...and her."

Alissa gazed at me, emotions flitted across her face like a guy with ADD and a TV remote control. Finally she nodded. "If, if you bring Ahmay to my bedroom, and she sees you between my legs, and I come, then, then I agree to everything, sight unseen!" She closed her eyes. "God, Sonny, do you know how hard it is for an attorney to use 'sight unseen' in a sentence?"

I grunted. "Do you know how hard I am right now? God, if I tried to fuck you now, I'd be here all afternoon and fucking in an office is like changing the oil in your car in a beauty shop. I'll fuck you in the office but I'd prefer a nice soft bed under my knees and your ass when I ram you full of cock!"

Alissa stared at me for a moment before responding. "God, Sonny, do you ever think of anything besides sex?"

I grinned, opening her office door. "Name something that has made me as much money as fucking you has?"

Her chin lifted then eyes and chin dropped. She laughed, a full throated sound that made her breasts surge. "Sonny, I'd paddle you if I didn't think you'd tie me up and fuck me if I tried. Get out of here. Sorry I had to wake you up on a Saturday morning!"

I sauntered out to my car. I felt like a band was playing and everyone was staring as I strode through the lobby of the office building and the bitterly cold streets to where I had parked. I sat in the car pondering where to go next. I concluded that going home would just put me face down into a morass of pussy that I had no desire to cope with at the moment. Instead I drove to the library on campus and once I got past the fantasy of fucking Mrs. Olivette again, I settled down at a table and studied till about nine at night. I was bushed, again.

My rumbling stomach told me I was past the point where studying would help. I left campus, got a hamburger and ate then headed home. I arrived home and parked in the garage. I sat thinking about Hassum's insistence that I get a new car. God, that made me hard and I was embarrassed a little. The idea that getting my own car could arouse me just seemed weird. I chalked it up to how I had started the day.

I walked into the house, unconsciously moving softly and carefully. Good thing, too. I arrived in the living room to find Charm on the couch, her knees open and a certain red headed woman doing a face plant between them. At the very moment when I arrived, Charm's hips pulsed and jerked. Then her eyes opened and she saw me.

One hand held Georgia's head tight between her parted thighs. My sister was naked from the waist down, her sweat pants lay, discarded over the end of the couch. Charm's eyes opened and she smiled at me. Quite deliberately she removed her hand from the back of Georgia's head and she lifted up her shirt. It was a baggy tee with some snark on the front, something about pussy cats and orgasms I did not process before her bra-covered tits appeared. She then dropped the shirt and waved a finger at me, the "you get none of this" finger wave.

I tromped upstairs, showered and staggered to bed. Homework had drained my brain and fucking Alissa and Tasha still saturated my body with the endorphins of good sex. The idea that I was in as the guy "interviewing" women for some guy who wanted to have sex with his personal assistant thrilled me. By the time I lay down on my bed, though, the house was quiet and I had processed this opportunity and what it likely meant for me.

The next thing I knew a mouth had enveloped my cock. I was hard and her mouth sank down the length of my cock and she sucked me hard, harder.

I groaned and I felt the satisfaction expressed by her tongue on my cock rather than the words a tongue should express. It felt weird.

The reason isn't what you might think. It was not waking up to find my hard cock being sucked but the first conscious and coherent thought I had when I realized someone was blowing me.

"Not one of my sisters." I thought to myself. Immediately I felt the weirdness of that certainty, that I would know with some certainty that none of my three sisters was currently bobbing her head on my cock.

I opened my eyes.

It was still early, not quite dark but not light enough to be dawn yet either. She sucked my cock in that intermediate time between night and day, when if you did not know it was morning, you might think it was twilight.

She pulled off my cock and I felt her lift the covers and move over my naked body. I had no recollection about how I was dressed when I went to bed, or if I was dressed. Now, however, I knew for certain I was naked as a hot dog on the grill.

The female crawled over me, like a spider. I felt her hand on my cock directing it to her pussy and when we connected, she hissed quietly and sank slowly down onto me, planting her body on my hard cock. God, the feeling of her. She began the rock and roll motion of sex, her body pulsing and clasping mine as she rode me.

The blankets no longer covered my torso and her hands rested on my chest. My eyes opened and found Mrs. Spilletti staring down at me in the early morning gloom.

"Sonny!" She panted as she rode me.

My hands awoke and I felt up from her knees to her ass as it rolled over me. God, but she felt good! My hands tricked up her sides to her breasts and verified she was stark naked and my cock was planted deep in her body.

"Good morning." I mumbled.

"Sonny." She returned, her voice a rasping whisper.

My mind woke at that point, realizing that my two sisters were in the house along with the dyke they picked up at the airport.

"Oh Christ." I growled as the sensations of being inside the woman wafted up to my brain, insistent and undeniable. I grunted and pulled her down hard onto my cock while arching under her rolling hips.

"Oh fuck, Sonny!" She groaned when I ground us together.

"Yes, good idea. Fuck Sonny!" I returned.

Her rhythm shifted and stopped so she could giggle. "Stop it, goddammit, I was almost there. I, I want to come with you in me like this then, then you can do whatever you want. I, I want to come riding you in your house like this." Her voice seemed to emerge out of the darkness, disconnected from the clasping tightness of her pussy.

I continued to pull her down onto my cock while I arched under her. Moments after she went silent, she groaned and her body quivered, shaking and bucking over me.

"Oh god, Sonny. Fuck me. Put, put, put me on my back!"

As though to fulfill her part of that bargain, she laid down on me, pinning her tits to my bare chest while her ass continued to grind over me. She gripped my legs with her thighs. I tried to twist her onto her back but ran out of bed. Mine was too narrow for such a maneuver. We lay on our sides. I pulled my cock out of her pussy and got to my knees. She shifted under me till she lay on her back. Her hand found my drippy dick, dripping with her inner approval and directed me back to her pussy. I penetrated her and I felt her body respond to the invasion. I got a fucking ticker tape parade. Her legs rose beside me like tides.

I punched into her molten center and she grunted.

I wasn't thinking. I was fucking and this woman invited my participation, my delight in fucking her. I moved up between her legs and pounded down into her.

"Oh god, Sonny, fuck me! God, god, god, I am, am, am come come coming!" She warbled like a jazz band at a funeral. "Oh god, oh god, fuck me Sonny!"

I did. I was. I didn't really know what she wanted besides what I was doing. My body racked between her open legs, ramming her full of cock over and over again. What I did know was that her whisper had changed to a muted cry and was ratcheting up the scale to a scream. I bent over her and kissed her on the mouth. The morning dourness seemed unimportant. I crammed my cock into her pulsing body and her mouth accepted me. We kissed hard. I felt her hands on my shoulder and her tits pressed flat between us, resisting our pressure. She groaned as I hammered down into her pussy.

She shook her lips free of my mine. "Oh god, Sonny! Oh god, coming!" Her body exploded under me, her hips lifted us, her feet planted on the bed as she arched under me.

"Oh fuck!" I growled.

"Ssssh!" She hissed.

"Fuck, uh, fuck you, you, you started this!" I grunted. She reached up and pulled my face down to hers and her mouth opened, kissing me with the passion that flashed through her rich body. I lay down on her, releasing my weight on her body as my hands moved down her twitching body to her ass. I continued to hammer into her. Aunt Norma gave as good as she got. Her hips rose under me, rooting me deep into her body as she shuddered, her whole body quaking with the rumbling orgasm that consumed her.

"Oh, oh, oh, god, Sonny, fuck me!" She muttered into my mouth. I think I got it via Morse code or something because the sounds she was making did not form syllables of any language I understood. I got the point of her instructions and followed through with a thorough and, if I say so myself, elegant interpretation of them. With my hands clasped onto each cheek of her wondrous ass, I pounded down into her weeping depths.

She kept coming and for a moment I wondered if I could come but then the climax appeared, like a magic act consisting of misdirection and a sexy assistant. I ground down into her and grunted as the climax tore through me. I pumped and pumped and pumped and Norma seemed to open wider, her body turned into a plush pleasure that blended with my cum as I filled her.

After several minutes, my body, steaming with the intensity of the orgasm, coasted to a casual stop between Norma's splayed legs. My hands gripped her ass and I felt her great muscles tensing and relaxing as she pulsed around my cock. I shook between her legs but finally calmed.

After several minutes of mutual panting and shifting to let us catch our breath, she muttered at me. I could not understand her and so shifted to the side.

"What?" I asked.

"I said, since you weren't coming to fuck me, I thought I should come fuck you."

"I came." I gasped, still out of breath, my chest taut with the incredible pleasure of being wakened with her body like that.

Aunt Norma laughed. "I know. God, I feel like a sink hole, filled with water. You came like a horse."

"You've fucked a horse? Do they like fucking human women?"

She smacked me on the shoulder. "Don't be gross. I, god, I woke, woke up horny and, and I had to have you. Thank you for not pushing me out of bed."

I shifted to the side, withdrawing my cock out of her and slithering down beside her. I closed my eyes, just to rest them and I clinked out like a candle hit by a water balloon.

The next thing I was aware of, my bedroom door opened.

"Sonny?"

I heard my name and recognized the voice but my digital brain was not cooperating. I remembered Aunt Norma and thought she was speaking but then I felt her bare ass pressed against my hard cock. I knew that voice but it was definitely not Aunt Norma.

"Sonny?"

The room wasn't dark exactly but had that odd blend of shadow and light of new dawn. I opened my eyes and saw my sister Georgia standing beside my bed, bending over me.

"Sonny?" She whispered again.

I felt my cock pop to full mast. Beside me, Norma moaned and her leg lifted, opening her body for me. Her hand reached between her legs and pointed my cock at her pussy. Her pussy lips kissed the head of my cock and she pressed her body back, pinioning herself onto my cock.

"Ugh!" She grunted.

"Sonny?" Georgia whispered.

My eyes opened wider. I tried to twist onto my back to look at my sister but felt my cock leaving Norma's hot, syrupy pussy and my body overrode my silly brain. I rolled back against the woman beside me, pressing my cock back into her molten center. God, it felt so good, I thought I was going to faint!

"Sonny?" Georgia said in the gloom again.

I shuddered, pulled free of Norma's pussy and let her roll onto her back. Naturally, I moved between her legs. The part of my brain that was operating actually thought that fucking Aunt Norma while Georgia watched was a really good idea. I thought she'd be happy to see me plunging down into Aunt Norma, pressing her full of cock. Norma wheezed as I got between her legs and then groaned as my cock found her kissing pussy lips and pressed into her.

"Sonny, Jesus, what are you doing? Oh. Oh? Oh!" Georgia's voice carried the discovery that another woman had beat her into my bed. Not like she had made reservations, I thought. To say nothing of her face planted between her dyke friend's legs. What did she have to bitch about?

Well, something apparently.

The next thing I heard was my bedroom door slamming shut. It sounded like a cannon shot.

Norma lifted her legs and uncovered us. To tell you how distracted my brain was, I thought that it was too bad Nova stormed away because I presumed she'd love watching me fuck Aunt Norma, not noticing I had the wrong sister. With that thought throbbing in both heads, I concentrated on ramming Norma full of cock again. She began to pant and then she struggled for air, her breath wheezed around us.