Extending the MILF List Ch. 15

I nodded. She understood the ploy just fine. So far, it had worked to perfection. She had the perfect poise required to make the situation work, for everyone. I felt the last bit of tension dissipate from my body and a shiver ran up my bones. I wanted to be in this woman, now.

There really is not room on my bed for more than one or two people. Three was definitely a crowd. Laura was in the room, her hands under Holly's clothing, feeling her body. She looked like she'd been caught with her hands in the cookie jar and so she had.

I pulled Marie into the room, my intentions clear in every motion. Laura squawked and left the room, closing the door. I maneuvered Marie around the other side of the bed and had her lay down against Holly's bound body. Maria nudged Holly further to the side and finally had room enough to lay down. She draped one leg over the back of Holly's body and the other off the bed, barely touching the floor with her bare foot. She looked over at me.

"Come fuck Marie." She said softly. "I want you cock."

I agreed with her sentiment. I wanted her to have my cock. I got carefully onto the bed. She grasped my cock and pulled me down between her legs. Holly besides us, struggled to arch her body and turn her head, gagged as she was. She managed.

Her eyes pinged off of me. I positioned myself between Maria's legs and entered her, shoving into her body while she grunted under me. Her hips pulsed up under me, caressing my cock with her pussy as I leaned over her. I had my hands planted at her shoulders, just above Holly's. Holly was even shorter than Maria but not by much. She lay on one cheek, one eye casting about at us as I slapped my body against Maria's, grinding cock into pussy till Maria began to pulse under me.

Maria was liquid and hot around me. I wondered whom she contained and then felt the first twinges of orgasm nipping at the ragged edges of my awareness. I fucked Maria harder. She interpreted my force properly and met it with her own strength, rising under me like a welling geyser, pulsing and pumping her hips up at me while my cock poured into her. I rocked us, rattling the bed. Maria rolled with me, constantly moving, her hands first caressing my face then, gripping my shoulders, and finally taking hold of my waist and directing me down between her legs with stern concentration and urgent lust. I felt the passion well up in her. When she climaxed the first time, she rose up to kiss me, fixing her mouth to mine even while pulling me down between her splayed legs.

She groaned, she screeched, she bucked and orgasmed again. Then again. The chain reaction our connection set off went on for minutes. I lost count of her orgasms. She thrashed and bucked and cried out as each new wave vetted her body and passed it onto to the next test of her endurance. Over and over she bucked under me, thrashing with orgasm after orgasm that seemed unending at one point.

My climax injected a new element into her private delight. I ground us together. She realized what was happening and tried to close her legs. We nearly tippled off the edge of the bed, telling me how much we depended on her one foot on the floor for our equilibrium. It staved off my orgasm. I struggled to get us situated so I could hammer her properly and found we just didn't have the amount of bed we needed. Her open legs levered us off the landing strip beside Holly with little to spare.

Rather than surrender, I pushed Marie's legs high, bending her double and penetrated her at that angle. She grunted, as her pussy tightened with the strain. I sluiced in and out of her body, slapping against the plane of her thighs. My orgasm dropped on me and I ground down into her, releasing her legs. I grabbed onto the headboard and held us in place, even while I pumped cum into Maria's pussy.

She gulped my cum down, her pussy clasping at me like it could swallow and suck. I groaned out my pleasure, wanting to hold her ass while I came but dared not. When I ran down, I ran down. My weight squeezed Marie out from under me. She managed, somehow, god knows how, to slide out from under me and left us. I turned to Holly and cuddled up to her and sleep shut me down.

When I woke, it was fully dark. Someone was moving in the dark room. My eyes adjusted and registered diffused light from out in the house coming in the open door.

"Sonny?"

It was Chris.

I sat up, a hand registering Holly still trussed beside me. One arm was cold. I needed to release her.

"Yeah, Chris, what's up?"

"I have to get to play practice. The others, they're gone already. You, you want Mom to take Marie home, right?"

I nodded, felt stupid.

"Yes. Right. It's a favor for a friend of a friend. If it works out, fine. If not, I'll figure something else out."

"Oh, I think it will work out okay. You did say she was mine, to fuck I mean, right?"

I nodded, felt stupid again but chalked it up to being just barely awake. I realized I'd been dreaming of fucking Tawny in my sleep and I was hard as diamond studs.

"Right. If you want Laura to do something, tell Marie and have her arrange it. Laura is Marie's."

"Why?"

"Because, its a favor. If you don't want..."

"I can put her on the rail, right? Or dangle her?"

"Sure. Make her clean the house though. Make sure she understands that she is responsible for all that."

"Why?"

"Trust me when I say this, you'll thank me later."

"I always do but why? Why make her clean?"

"So she has a way to serve you, Chris. You have to give them a way to do what needs doing but you must appreciate it. Really. It needs to be real to you so it can be real to them."

"Are we talking about sex or not?"

"Not, but yes. A little. A lot. A lot. I can talk about it later. Try it out, if it doesn't work, we'll do something else."

"But I can fuck her?" Chris asked. "Tawny said she was staying here tonight."

"Marie? Yes, you can fuck her. I recommend it."

He left us abruptly. I had one more stop to make on his little journey. Well, two if you counted Lydia. God, I correlated her with Jeb and could not really imagine how that would work. I released Holly. Out in the house, Dalia was stripping beds and doing laundry. I sent Holly to help after I unwrapped her. She glared at me for a moment then looked abashed. We were making progress. Georgia and Tawny were fixing a late supper. Charm sat at the bar watching them when I arrived.

Charm looked over at me.

"Sonny, that has got to be the most unbelievable thing I have ever seen. You are a ducking puppy."

"Uh huh." I said.

"Thanks for your two friends. I am telling you from a perspective of perfect objectivity, those girls know all about eating pussy." She grinned.

I thought she looked almost relaxed for the first time since she arrived, like her barriers were down at long last. Much as I wanted to investigate what lay beyond those barriers, her inner space as it were, I had neither the energy nor the chutzpah to do so.

"Glad you liked them." I mumbled. I was starving.

"Your other little friend, she, I don't think she ever ate pussy before. Even if you have been the divee, it doesn't always translate to the tongue like you think it should."

"I don't think any such thing."

Georgia sat a sandwich before me and the first half disappeared before her tits quit bobbing. All the women but Holly were wearing one of Mom's robe collection.

"Well, thank you for including me. That was fun, or interesting or some other word I cannot readily find just now, that properly describes it."

"Orgy." Tawny offered, pouring milk for me.

Dalia came down from upstairs with an armful of sheets.

"Whose mama's little helper and why does she have a collar and chain on her neck?" Dalia asked.

"She's in training." I said around my sandwich.

Dalia nodded. "To become like Mrs. Wills?"

I nodded. Dalia caught on fast. She understood but I wasn't clear about her perspective...if it was purely academic or not.

"How long is she staying?"

"I'll let know when I know." I returned.

We discussed the next day and I agreed that I'd rise at oh dark thirty and take Charm to the airport so the others could sleep in or get to work, whichever option seemed more viable. I had to get to class. I went to bed in freshly washed sheets next to an equally clean Holly dressed head to toe in flannels, almost a wubbicus suit but without footies. She cuddled up to me and went to sleep soon after ten. I couldn't sleep. I lay awake trying to envision how I was going to interview lay down assistants.

After a while I got up and went into Mom's bed and lay down, my mind suddenly alive with the interviewing puzzle. That task was looming. I dreamed of cameras and positioning a woman for the camera and did not have the least inclination to do such a thing. I liked the intense focus of a woman in the private throes of orgasm. Fucking cameras would change that. The clock said one-fifty so I turned over and went back to sleep. My first family orgy was over.