Extending the MILF List Ch. 18

Sophie concentrated finally on sucking my cock, no longer trying to keep an eye on her mother's escalating orgasms. Carol Lynn ate Caroline to one climax after another in distant succession but the intervals were shortening when I pulled out of Sophie's mouth. She sat back.

I patted her cheek and she looked up at me with such an adoring look I wondered if I'd missed something. We'd only just met and she was all smarmy and shit. I moved over to Carol Lynn feeding between the other Carol's black legs. I grasped her by the waist and lifted. Her legs unfolded and she locked her knees so I simply sat her down on the floor like a folding table. She grunted when I felt between her lithe legs. I found her pussy and pushed a finger into her body. Carol Lynn grunted but the sound came out of Caroline's mouth. Caroline the Black groaned loudly.

"She, god, her tongue is so, god, so deep, deep inside me. I can feel it all up inside me. My god, my god, my god." Caroline the Black mumbled.

I felt Caroline Northcutt's thrill ripple through her body. She groaned and then she arched her back, lifting her hips, which had the effect of pushing herself more firmly onto my finger. I pulled it out of her, lined up my cock and rammed into her. She lifted her head and shrieked.

"Oh god, yes, please, please fuck me!" She chanted, her body bucking as I penetrated through her outer defenses and filled up her molten center with hot cock. She oozed around me, bubbling and seething. I grasped her hips and pulled her back onto my cock. She groaned deep in her lank chest so it sounded more like a woodwind than a brass instrument. I began to hammer against her, slapping against her ass over and over again, playing her like a cheap drum till the sound seemed to echo around us, rising up around us and suffusing us with its lurid meaning.

"Oh fucking dog, fuck me!" Caroline Northcutt whined, her voice drawn tight as kite string in a gale. I did as requested. Her pussy clutched me so tightly I thought I was turning her inside out several times, pulling out of her clasping depths that seemed unwilling to release me to the thundering goodness. Oh god, she felt good, mounted on my cock like that.

For five long minutes I rode her, pounding into her with force and violence, often times rapping her up onto her tiptoes with evanescent moments when she actually dangled on my cock, hooked and filled with no other visible support. Each time I pulled her back onto my cock, she bucked once. Finally, though, I pulled her hard back onto my cock and the bucking didn't stop. She didn't make a noise while her body bucked and thrashed, pinned full of cock. She writhed around my cock. If felt like she was chewing at it but without teeth, strong and sure with the sensation of sucking despite the physics of the situation. I hammered into her until her orgasm arrived. When I slowed, she reached back and slapped my ass again, so I resumed pounding into her.

She came again.

The third time her head arched out from between Caroline Bickerstaff's open black thighs and howled to the heavens as the new orgasm swelled, rose and crashed over her, like stormy white caps. I chased along behind her, resolved to add my own froth to her bobbing white caps on the dark waves of pleasure roaring through her. Over and over she came, a sequence of orgasms that culminated in a screaming serenade. I ground us together as her body tightened and tensed. I thrust deep and my new orgasm swelled and overflowed. I pumped cum into her over and over again.

Carol Lynn gasped and panted, laying her cheek on the full black thigh beside her, her white skin blurry with erotic tension, her blonde hair scintillating against the splayed darkness of the woman she'd been lately kissing and licking. She panted with exertion and the thrust and bubble of the orgasms lately consuming her awareness. I backed out of her. She fell to her knees. She clutched at the black legs and used them to pull herself up and onto the black woman. Draped on the larger woman, she kissed the great black tits, sucking and nipping around the grand curves. In moments, Caroline the Black pulled Carol Lynn the White up and the two women engaged in a noisy, messy kiss, moaning at each other like two animals trying to invent language to express the inexpressible. They twisted, they turned, and finally they lay full length on the bed. Caroline Bickerstaff grasped the white woman by the shoulders and kissed her hard. Her black legs wrapped around Mrs. Northcutt's white body, hooking her dark heels behind the woman's knees and spreading them.

"Daughter." Mrs. Bickerstaff the first muttered, her voice nearly rumbling low and ominous. "Taste her, eat her, do it."

I felt Sophie look at me. I turned my eyes from the writhing black and white motion on the bed, like a piano keyboard was melting, and met Sophie's questioning eyes. I shrugged in response to her voiceless question.

"She's your mother." I whispered. "If I was you, though, I'd do what she said."

"If, if, oh fucking dog, if you fuck me too."

I glanced down at my little private, waiting to see if he'd salute. The insolent bitch slouched and glowered, glistening really with the elixir mixed in Mrs. Northcutt's vial.

"Here. Suck." Mrs. Bickerstaff panted from the bed, having fought free of the white woman's insistent mouth only to have it capture her full black lips again. She grunted under the lighter, smaller woman, seeming almost to shrink into a sort of amazed compliance. She shook her head again and got free of Carol Lynn the White's lips, which drifted down to latch onto her smooth, rich neck.

"We suck you." Caroline Bickerstaff groaned. "Then, then yes, you fuck my, oh god, fuck my daughter." She groaned, grasped Carol Lynn's face and pulled it back to face the bruising consequences. They kissed, open mouths, lips moving and twisting while their bodies writhed and pulsed against each other. The white woman's legs opened wider and, as though to let us know she was in accord with what was being discussed, she arched her back and lifted her ass, parting the cheeks and exposing the pearl jam bubbling out of her.

"I think they'll suck you and then you can fuck me." Sophie whispered, like it was a secret among women and not to be passed along to the lone dick in the room.

As always, I blend well with good ideas and that one seemed surpassingly delightful. Even the little private quit sulking and displayed renewed interest.

Sophie left me, a smear of darkness against Carol Lynn's white legs, that seemed to run together with her mother's similarly shaded skin, like a watercolor in the rain.

"Suck cock." Caroline moaned from the bed. "Both, two, ugh." Carol Lynn's mouth captured her lips and they returned to kissing.

Sophie crawled onto the bed positioned herself between the white legs and bent in. Carol Lynn's ass disappeared behind Sophie's black curls, like dark smoke rose up and obscured a sunlit valley. Moments later, Carol Lynn screamed, her voice ragged with three emotions tangled together; surprise and ecstasy fought with shameful mortification that she could respond with such passion to a woman licking cum from her pussy.

Look, Mom, an Oreo, I thought, chucking.

"Cock." Caroline said.

"Cock." Carol Lynn echoed.

They kissed to let me know they weren't without options and that I needed to step up to the plate and feed their appetites or they'd go back to reading the menu.

I moved to the edge of the bed. They lay too close to the edge for me to crawl onto the bed and too far away for me to lean in and get their attention...my cock wasn't quite that long. Caroline noticed me and shifted more towards the middle of the bed. That shattered the blended mixture of their three bodies and they took a couple minutes making room for me, which I found to be incredibly civil and polite. That they went back to kissing each other didn't really affect that assessment. Truth was that I found their actions very welcoming.

On the bed, I had to find the right approach. I felt like a helicopter trying to land at a wind farm. I was hovering beside them when Mrs. Bickerstaff opened her eyes. Her black hand appeared and grasped my cock with a finger and thumb, like she was afraid to get the goo coating it on her fingernails. She tugged gently at me, pulling me toward her face. Carol Lynn broke the kiss and glanced around, seeing my cock, she went still and waited. Caroline pulled me closer. I had to lean over them but that would have crushed them so I stayed up right on my knees and held onto the headboard. It was fastened to the wall so there wasn't much to hold onto so I leaned that way to use my weight to keep from toppling over onto the two women.

I glanced back down the river of pussy and could clearly see Sophie eating the white woman's pussy from below. Carol Lynn's hips rose and then ground down on Sophie's face. I felt lips on the side of my cock, which redirected my attention right then. I felt a second pair of lips and they kissed around my cock, trying to return to kissing each other. My god, the sensation, the feeling of them both kissing my cock. Then it shifted...and got better! They both began to lick up and down the length of my cock, slurping softly as they accumulated cum and oxygen on their tongues and savored and swallowed it. I felt one mouth move to the end of my cock and fit around the head. For a moment, it was just that mouth. I realized my eyes were closed and opened them to look down.

I'd guessed it was Mrs. Bickerstaff sucking my cock and I was right. I felt an idiot's pride at being right. She released me and Mrs. Northcutt replaced her, sliding my cock deeper into her mouth, sucking all the while. All of my little private's insouciance disappeared in a snap. He was flag pole rigid. One of the women grunted. I had to open my eyes again. Mrs. Northcutt the former was arching back, lifting her head up as she moaned and shook, grinding her pussy down onto Sophie's talented tongue. Caroline took that opportunity to engulf my cock again. The black woman pushed her mouth far down my cock, taking me deeper than her white competitor. She sucked at me and I swear my cock popped like an old house when the weather changes.

"Oh god." I managed to make words.

Carol Lynn bucked once and then shivered, twisting her shoulders but keeping her narrow hips still so Sophie didn't have to chase a moving target. Mighty nice of her, I thought. Caroline withdrew my cock from her mouth. She lay back, glancing at the shuddering white woman balanced on her chest and at my glistening red cock.

"Fuck her." Caroline Bickerstaff whispered. "Fuck my daughter. Fuck Sophocles."

I think Carol Lynn thought that last phrase was a non sequitur, perhaps a theater review from a red neck.

"Yeah, and fuck Oedipus and Electra too!" I added, thinking I was being all clever and shit.

Caroline ignored me, pushing at my cock with one hand and pulling Carol Lynn down into another impassioned kiss.

I wavered, sat down on my heels and then crawled off the bed. My cock was getting chilled so I moved to the end of the bed. Sophie dangled off the end, half on and half off, one foot on the floor and one knee on the end of the bed. Carol Lynn's ass had begun to rotate and wag and Sophie was having some difficulty keeping in good, sound contact with it. She finally lost her patience, grabbed the white woman's thighs and pulled her down a little. It unbalanced Carol Lynn and that was the point, she couldn't pivot her ass any longer. I glanced up the channel of women to find Caroline gazing over Carol Lynn's blonde head, over the white back and the little ass split wide to accommodate Sophie's inquisitive tongue. She grabbed a pillow and put it under her head.

"I know, fuck her." I muttered, not sure if Caroline heard or if anyone was paying me any mind. I turned Sophie off her back so she was bent over the end of the bed. She kept her elbows under her, hand guiding the white ass back to her mouth. She bucked when I felt between her legs. Her head rose up and she turned it but couldn't quite look back at me. She just held still while I probed inside of her. I pushed a finger into her.

"I hope you have something bigger than that for me." She said in a strangely conversational voice.

"Go back to what you were doing." I responded.

"Why?"

"I want to know if you can enjoy two things at once."

"You mean do two things at once don't you?" She looked like she was talking to Carol Lynn's pussy.

"No. Can you do and be done at the same time, not two things of the same ilk."

"For Christ's sake, fuck her!" Caroline whispered.

My eyes found her staring at me. She glowered.

"You promise?" She asked.

Carol Lynn had been licking and kissing her tits and took that very moment to suck hard on a nipple. I thought I was off the hook but after a moment, Caroline's eyes opened and she resumed glowering at me.

"Mrs. Bick...Dannielle, for me, for us, like this." She said.

I looked around for my umbrella. Fuck umbrellas. By way of answering, I pulled my finger out of her daughter and positioned myself to fuck Sophie. I thrust into her. She accepted me deep. I found no impediment and slid into her till her ass bubbled up between us, bunched and lush. I had hold of her hips, I ground us together.

Sophie keened, turned her head back and resumed eating Carol Lynn. Carol Lynn keened for a moment then stretched forward towards Caroline's mouth. Caroline bent and kissed the white woman again, and keened. All three women hummed with sensual satisfaction and delight. I pulled back from Sophie's fine ass and thrust forward again. God, she was luscious. I felt like I was fucking silk pudding, hot and cool, smooth and slick at the same time. Then I felt her velvet tongs clamp down, like a mold closing down on clay. She squeezed down on me.

I hammered hard against her tight hold, pulled back and slammed forward. She grunted. Back and forward again. Sophie rocked. Back and forth her body rocked as I fucked her. Her back took the impact, bending and straightening as I rammed into her, all the while keeping her mouth alive and fabulous on Carol Lynn's pussy, or whatever she was licking and kissing.

I felt a brief flash of orgasm whisking past my perch in Sophie. I had a thought, that I might ought to preserve my energy because I needed to do right by the Travers women...that thought distracted me. I pulled all the way out of Sophie. She groaned, twisting to look to the side but clearly addressing me.

"Goddamn you, put it back, I was almost there." She growled.

I did as she bid. I think there is an objective good and unless its all about teasing a woman into insanity, obeying instructions to put my cock back into her pussy constitutes an unalloyed good thing. I was right, by god. She roiled around my cock and then she did indeed come. Her pussy clamped down and her hips jiggered against me, grinding and wagging, like I was her tail and she was happy to see her master.

Apparently her delight discovered a viable expression because Carol Lynn began to grunt and then squeaked, her hips shuddering against Sophie's talented tongue. Caroline watched the two women coming, glancing at me to see if I was wont to join them. I didn't. I think my cock was numb. When Sophie eased into a two point landing, I eased out of her and wobbled to the left side of the bed and flopped over onto my back. My cock canted at a stiff angle.

"Good dog of the world!" Sophie hissed. "That's what I call a fine fuck." Her voice sounded lazy, like she was lulling on some urban veranda.

"My god." Carol Lynn whispered. "My god." She said no more. She did however, twist loose from the two black women and lay down beside me, her hips even with my face. I pressed my cheek against her hip and she shivered slightly.

"We need to go." Caroline Bickerstaff said softly, sitting up. Sophie lounged between her dark legs. Sophie lifted her head, kissed the inside of her mother's thigh.

"Oh mother, really? Can't you just relax?"

"You have an appointment, remember?"

"Oh shit, you're right. I mean, shit, I forgot. Of course."

I didn't care if they'd invented a reason to leave. I felt pretty sure I had them both well engaged. I had a flash of a collar around Mrs. Bickerstaff the first's neck and I got all doughy inside. It was bright glittering silver and I held the chain while she regarded me with measured expectation. I loved the picture. I rolled onto my side, facing Carol Lynn's nude body and scuttled up to lie beside her. She cuddled up and sighed, putting one hand on my cock and holding it like it was the key to her happiness. Maybe it was at that.

I think I dozed because the next thing I knew Carol Lynn was pushing at me and rolled onto her back.

"We're leaving." Caroline Bickerstaff said softly. She stood beside the bed, dressed, but her blouse was buttoned crooked so there was a large gap in it that showed her bra-covered tits. She bent down and kissed me on the cheek. "You owe me now."

"Us." Sophie said standing close behind her.

Caroline nodded assent.

"Us. You owe us..."

"I own you." I interrupted. "I'll have a cock in you both at the same time, then two at once, at the same time, then all three holes full of cock. I owe you that, maybe. As for Dannielle," I grunted, "you need to figure out a reason why she should surrender herself to you. If, and I say if it makes sense, I'll work it out. Till then, answer my calls because I may need you to fuck my friends."

For a moment, Caroline Bickerstaff didn't move but finally she nodded.

I decided to let them know I had a memory.

"Lovely and Rebecca will be no problem, I assure you. Keep your phone on and never wear pantyhose again. Only garters and stockings because I find that surprises can be fucking wonderful."

A glimmer of amusement glinted in Mrs. Bickerstaff the First's eyes but she just nodded and turned away. The mother and daughter trooped out of the room. When the door banged closed, Carol Lynn and I lay together for a moment but then she wriggled loose and leaned over me.

"You own them?" She whispered, a sort of awe in her voice.

"Just like I own you." I returned.

"But you don't...oh, oh I see. They are slaves to their own lust."

I shrugged. That sounded a little reasonable anyway. No way was I explaining that ownership. Hers however...

"Want a job tonight? I need a hooker for demonstration purposes. You know, someone to fuck with an audience."

She looked down on me, her blonde hair forming a sideways veil, like she didn't really know how to put it on.

"You win." She muttered. "We said if you brought me a woman, that I'd..." she coasted to a stop, all impetus fading and fading fast.

I nodded up at her. "You're mine now. I am going to be fucking you and giving you to my friends and selling you to strangers for fifty bucks." I stopped. I'd nearly blundered right into what I was actually thinking.

"Fifty bucks? Isn't that sort of cheap?"

I grinned up at her.

"You need practice, lots of practice. Eventually, you'll be worth my five-hundred or even a grand. I may hand you off to couples...but only when you are ready." My mouth tasted of bullshit. I grinned through it. "I'm keeping the money."

The woman lifted up and regarded me for a moment. She ignored my last, baiting comment.

"What do you mean ready? God, didn't you just fuck me while I ate that woman? And didn't her daughter eat me while you fucked her? What else do I need to know?"

"Not know, exactly, you need experience. I'll get you a collar and when I want, I'll put a chain on it and lead you around in public so every one knows what you are."

"What am I?"

"Property. A sex thing."

"A sex object?" She muttered, breathing around the words like someone talking around a cigarette, eyes squinted against the smoke.