Extending the MILF List Ch. 20

I waited a half dozen heartbeats. Truly, at first, I couldn't hear much beyond my own heart hammering and yammering in my head. When it quieted enough, I found my voice.

"Then its your turn." I said, my voice sounding strong and all manly and shit. Patricia closed her eyes and just like that, she and Mercy switched roles. If I hadn't seen it, I'd have not believed it.

Mercy nodded.

"Okay. Sure." She said. "But they have sex first, her and her." Her finger jabbed the air at Tawny and Dalia. I felt left out, ignored. I got over it damn quick, though.

Tawny had been watching them talk, ignoring me or more likely, ignoring Dalia. Suddenly she turned around and looked at me and then past me at Dalia who had cuddled up to my back, molding her tits against me.

"Ok." Tawny said. "But we never eat pussy unless Sonny has come in us first." Her glittering eyes came back to mine and she turned around to face the two clothed women on the bed beside her. "If we do it, you have to fuck Sonny."

Jesus fuck an eclair, I thought. My sister is reeling these two in just for little old me! Then it occurred to me that clever Tawny must know something I didn't, that these two women would never fuck me, they'd never agree to get a hot meat injection from Sonny so Tawny wouldn't need to eat his cum out of his sister. I'd have bet a weeks worth of pussy she wasn't planning on eating any pussy, counting that these two women had no intention fucking Sonny. They must have reiterated their intent to remain unplundered but that was before Mercy began speaking for the dynamic duo. I think my dear sister missed when the twisted sisters switched roles and Mercy took command of their two pairs of tits.

I couldn't see Tawny's face when Mercy pulled off her shirt, exposing her monstrous tits, bare and waving.

"Deal." Mercy said. "Patty, I'll eat cum out of your twat if you eat man cum out of mine."

Patricia turned her head very slowly and nodded. Her facial expression didn't even change. She looked like a manikin just waking up to the fact that her clothes chafed and she need to get naked.

Behind me, Dalia pushed back and I heard the slithering whisper of her clothes as she stripped naked. Then, the next conscious moment, I felt her hand reach around me and unbuckle my belt. Tawny stood up and backed away from us until the backs of her bare knees were against the night stand by the bed. She crossed her arms over her tits and went still. On the bed, Mercy was busy stripping while Patricia looked on, still dulled and lethargic.

Naked Dalia came around before me. She unbuttoned my pants and unzipped them before shucking them down off my hips. She had to return and pull down my underwear. My hard cock appeared like a lightning bolt in the air, dazzlingly hard. I felt the fresh air seep in under my skin, my boiling hot skin and then in a moment that sensation contracted and raced to inhabit my cock as my middle sister wrapped her hand gently around my cock. She lowered her mouth and enveloped the end, like she was taking communion, reverently and with slow concentration. Past her lips and into her hot mouth my cock slid and like that I was once more feeling my own mother's mouth enveloping my cock. The resemblance was disturbing. I missed Cici!

"I don't think he needs blowing, DillyDally. He's diamond hard now. I bet his cock could cut glass." Tawny spoke from her perch at the nightstand. Her hands had moved behind her, the white robe sagging open exposing the cleft formed by her phenomenal tits.

Dalia ignored her sister, instead pressing her face forward, allowing my cock to penetrate deep down into her throat. She sealed her lips, sucked out all the air and then let her mouth pulse around my cock. I couldn't tell if I was feeling my heart pumping in her mouth or hers throbbing around my cock. The sensation blew my mind. I groaned.

The sound pushed Mercy off the bed she stood and began to undress further.

"Patty, let them have the bed. I think they'll need all of it." Mercy said. When Patricia didn't move, Mercy stopped what she was doing and looked at her half sister. "Patricia Anne! Get off the fucking bed." She spoke with clipped sharpness.

Patricia flinched and got off the bed. The switcheroo was in fully swing.

"Kiss her. Take off her robe while her brother and sister fuck on the bed." Mercy muttered, her voice guttural and harsh. She gestured at Tawny.

Without a word, Patricia walked around the bed, past my sucking sister and me to my other sister. Dalia came off my cock like she was choking but I think she'd heard Mercy's instructions and wanted to see them carried out.

For a moment, Patricia stood before Tawny. They gazed at each other. Very slowly, Tawny presented her arms. At the same time, Patricia lifted her hands and gripped the lapels of the white robe. She unpeeled Tawny like she was a ripe mango, orange and luscious. Tawny closed her eyes. Patricia pushed the garment off Tawny's shoulders and down her arms. It dropped onto the nightstand, covering the red light of the digital clock. Tawny still wore the white stockings, garters and the belt around her waist. Her tits wavered in the suddenly turgid atmosphere of the suddenly close and crowded room.

"I said kiss her." Mercy said, her voice growing stronger.

Dalia knelt before me watching the woman unwrap our sister, one hand clasping my cock as though she was afraid I'd wander away. Fat chance!

Patricia leaned in and touched her lips gently to Tawny's. Tawny's eyes were saucer wide. I could see one eye anyway, staring at me past the woman kissing her. One of Patricia's hands rose up and lighted softly on Tawny's side. Tawny jerked a little, her body twitching at the cool contact. She didn't move.

"Kiss her tits, lick them, bit them. Make her say something." Mercy's voice wafted about the room like cigar smoke in a sauna. Patricia leaned back and then bent forward. One hand clutched Tawny's bulbous breast and fit her lips around the pointed nipple. Tawny grunted as the woman kissed, then sucked and finally licked at her breast.

"The other one." Mercy said from her topless place on the other side of the bed. She massaged one mighty breast while she watched her sister make love to my sister's breasts. Patricia moved to the other breast. Tawny moaned, her voice puffing out of her like she was leaking.

"Oh god. Oh god. Oh god." Tawny's eyes closed and she shivered.

"That's enough. Time for you two to fuck." Mercy said, pointing at the bed.

"I think she means you and me, Dalia." I said.

Dalia looked up at me and made a face. I think she'd have given me the finger but she's right handed and her right hand had a firm grip on my very hard cock. She turned her head back to my cock, kissed the end lightly and then got to her feet. She crawled on the bed, posing for a moment on her knees, one leg on the bed and the other still on the floor.

"Back or knees." My sister said to Mercy.

"Back." I said, taking back a little of my emcee's privilege.

"Yes, on your back." Mercy whispered. "Fuck your brother on your back." She closed her eyes. "Oh god. I can't believe I am watching this. Patricia, come here." Her voice was willow smooth. Patricia obeyed like a confused manikin, moving around me, watching Dalia settle on her back on the large bed. Mercy sat in the easy chair by the table on that side of the bed. She extended a hand and Patricia let herself be pulled into Mercy's lap, finally settling her fine ass between Mercy's open legs. Mercy looped her arms around her sister and looked at me. She nodded.

Mercy was naked now and her sister was still fully clothed.

Instead of bounding to the bed and spearing Dalia, I moved towards my other naked sister, shuffling with my pants around my knees. Stalled, I stopped and removed them, fussing until I was naked. I moved to Tawny. She didn't move, watching me like a virgin at a sacrificial ceremony. I circled her waist with one arm and pulled her against me. She sighed, closed her eyes and tilted her chin up a bit.

When I kissed her, it tingled through me like I was kissing an open electrical connection. It didn't stop either but circumnavigated my body like a firefly in a hurricane. I grunted at the pleasure, feeling her lust for me, her hands stroked my sides for a few moments before grasping me by the waist and pulling me against her fabulous body. I felt it, the roaring lust in her but all the lurid fear, the knowledge of what was about to settle onto her. I broke away from her and stepped back. She regarded me with her green eyes, never blinking even once.

I wondered if she knew that I was about to pump her sister full of cum so that Dalia could sit on her face and make her eat my cum as it bubbled out of her. I wondered. When Tawny licked her lips, I knew, I knew she knew. I turned to the bed and my waiting sister, lounging there with her legs askew, her pussy winking at me from between her open thighs.

I dived in. Well, I didn't really dive. It'd be a hell of a diver who could jump on a woman on a bed and penetrate her with his cock on the first try and not hurt anybody. I did crawl in between her legs and penetrate Dalia. She lay still while I slipped my cock between the pursed lips of her pussy. She shifted a little. One arm looped over her head, holding it like she was posing in sunlight and the other lay on my hip, fluttering like a curious moth near the flame. I felt her body inhale me, pulling me deep inside her, I groaned as our bodies joined and then she locked me in place with one strong leg. The other heel she hooked over the back of my thigh. I was buried in my sister.

"My god, Patty, look at that. He's fucking his sister. Again."

Patty hissed, inhaling as she did and not speaking.

Dalia moved her arm off her eyes and gazed up at me. She had the dazed look a woman sometimes gets when she is in the throes of a penetrating pleasure, pleasure that suffuses her and so she refrains from moving as though it's a wild thing she is reluctant to scare away with any sudden movement.

Then, like a sensuous spirit, she lifted her torso off the bed and extended her neck until her lips met mine. Her mouth was open and I felt her tongue lash out, splashing her lust on my lips. I pressed against her, cock and lips, bearing her down onto the bed. Her legs flowered around me, then enveloped me. Her hips rose under me, locking us more firmly together. I groaned. The feel of her plush body under me, engulfing me with sensation took away all sense of the world beyond our love knot. I was kissing Dalia and suddenly I felt emotion well up in me, a swell of pride, that her lust, her desire, her need of me could be so obvious, presented to me with such unmitigated longing in her eyes and the junction of our bodies, hers swollen around mine, holding me in place while she squeezed and caressed my cock with in inner muscles.

"Oh Sonny, I have waited for this for so long!" She cooed, her voice carried to me like a puff of perfume. I kissed her again. Her arm bent over her head, her elbow bumped against the top of my head. Her hips began to pulse under me, rising and falling as she surged and urged me into motion. I planted my hands beside her shoulders. She smiled up at me, her black hair flowing around her like spilled ink.

For a moment I had the sensation that I'd felt this before but realized that I was remembering being between my mother's legs, her eyes welling with lust and pride and her flagging refusal to admit that she was fucking her son. I saw the same mosaic of emotions in Dalia's eyes. Her hips lifted me and I rose with her until the tip of my cock was just inside her. I followed her down, pacing her lowering ass and then ground deep into her, pressing my advantage and filling her with my throbbing cock. She groaned, a long slow, luxurious sound. She folded her arms over her face, pointing her elbows up at me, peering at me from between them while she arched her body under me, lifting her hips, sealing us together, tightly and completely even while her pussy clamped down on me and chewed at my cock, her body wrapped around me eagerly pursuing all the sensations she could gather in that packed, full moment.

"Fuck her, Sonny!" I felt and heard Tawny over us. I felt the merest sweep of her breasts on my back and then felt her kiss the back of my neck.

"You need a haircut, Sonny. Your neck is fuzzy." Tawny muttered distractedly.

"Jesus, she is his sister." Patricia mumbled from behind me. "No one but a sister would say that while a guy is fucking another woman."

"Shut up, Patty!"

I chuckled deep in my chest. I lifted my ass and rammed Dalia. She rammed me back, her hips lifting and grinding against me. Our pubic bones kissed and parted. Up and down I fucked her while she writhed under me. Everything about her pulsed with pleasure and satisfaction. After a few minutes of the steady rhythm and my cock thrusting into her, she turned her head and looked past our entangled bodies.

"I've been waiting for this for months. You can't, god, you can't, you can't oh god, my god, I'm, I'm, I'm...!" Dalia's body arched under me, her head tilted back, her arms clutching it like she had brain freeze. "Oh god, so good, so good, so good!" Dalia cried. Her hips vibrated underneath me while her pussy pulsed around my cock. The pleasure roared through me. I was fucking my third sister.

"God, Sonny, kiss me!" Dalia whispered. "I have you right where I wanted you, now kiss me. Grab my ass like you do and fuck me hard and fast. I want to come again and I will if you do that." Her voice was strained. I bent and kissed her like she asked. Tawny's breasts scraped over my back and I felt the first surge of orgasm rising up inside me. I wanted Dalia's ass in my hands. God, I was thinking of her fully penetrated, ass and mouth full of cock while I fucked her. I could give her that, if she wanted. Right then, I took hold of her ass with both hands, lay my head beside hers and began to pound down into her. She groaned, she twisted, she cried out, humping up at me even while I sought her ass and clutched it in both hands.

Her ass was doughy and plush, not hard and taunt like Tawny's. She was built like Cici Duncan, my mother and hers. I knew because now I had fucked them both.

"Come in me." Dalia whispered. "So Tawny can eat me." Her voice gasped in my ear, raw with passion and, also, anticipation. She knew what I'd just done and by god, she'd owe me! She bucked then, her body suddenly responding as though to her own words. She twisted, she jerked and then she finally screamed at the last, fighting for breath since I was balanced on her tits and my fore arms. I tipped to the side to give her room to breathe or to scream but continued hammering her to the bed. Over and over I thrust down into her. Each time I felt her body flinch a little as though granting me access to the treasured recesses of her body. I had tight hold of her ass so we barely parted, up and down I fucked my sister. God, she felt so good under me.

"Fuck me, Sonny." Dalia whispered, panting in my ear, her hot breath singeing my face. I did, I fucked her harder and harder and faster and faster until I heard her breath stop completely. She tightened, stilled, tensed and then screamed right in my fucking ear! I went deaf for cause and blind just because.

My own orgasm reared up and roared. I grunted, pressing Dalia back to the mattress and holding my cock deep inside her. She seized around me, her body shifting and jerking as her own orgasm mirrored mine.

Then it was over. I lay on her, her tits plastered between us, swelling against my chest even as I relaxed, the pleasure washing over me and leaving me clean as a mountain rain. I wanted to relax but didn't, keeping room for my sister to keep breathing, panting really as the aftermath of fucking her brother washed through and over her.

"Good Christ, that looked good." Patricia said from her perch on Mercy's lap.

I must have heard her stand up because I opened my eyes, my face was turned away from Dalia. Patricia knelt beside the bed beside us.

"You fucked both of your sisters. I want you to fuck Mercy." She said. "Mercy deserves to be fucked. She's a slut and a whore and she needs cock. I'd fuck her myself but you're the only live cock in the room. She needs to be fucked. She's yours."

I grunted.

"What's the catch?"

Patricia smiled, her face sitting on the bed so all I could see was her head. She licked her lips.

"Your sisters have to eat me. I want them to lick my cunt until I scream!" Her voice quivered like she was cold. She didn't look cold.

The switch back to their normal routine confused me, not that I really knew what that was, what was normal with these two twisted sisters. I stared at her and lifted my body off Dalia. Slowly, like Jim Brown rising up after being tackled, I lifted off Dalia and sat back between her splayed legs. She regarded me through slitted eyes. Patricia stood up, staring down at us, her grand tits swaying before her like they were suspended in oil, slow and majestic. She was the only one still fully dressed. I got off the bed and stood swaying like a rail pine in a heavy wind.

"Tawny. Lay on the bed." I said, my voice slurred with post-coital pleasure.

I extended a hand to Dalia. She sat up and put her hand in mine. I pulled her off the end of the bed. She leaned against me like a sack of grain, molding to me but remaining tight and plush at the same time. Tawny hesitated then got onto the bed, on her hands and knees. I felt Dalia begin to shake. She was taut as a guy wire. The tension vibrated in her.

"Tawny, no." I said. Shit, I sounded like I was telling a dog to get off the couch. Tawny didn't react to that permutation but instead, slowly lay down and rolled over. I left her lying like that her hands flung wide, eyes closed, waiting. I went to Mercy and helped her to stand. I undressed her the rest of the way, stripping her naked methodically and thoroughly. She shivered as my hands ghosted about her skin unwrapping her legs and ass. When she was naked, I turned away from her. She stood there shivering with lust because there was no chill in that fucking room.

"Dalia, she's all yours. Mount her. Show these two how sister's fuck." I knew I didn't have the approved lesbian's expression but I did the best I could.

Dalia moved like she was a hundred years old. I expected her to creak. She got on the bed beside Tawny, crouching on her knees. Tawny didn't move. Dalia moved a leg over Tawny's torso. Tawny didn't move. Dalia rocked forward onto hands and knees and eased up her sister's body. Tawny didn't move but her eyes did, shifting nervously. She knew what was coming, or more accurately, whom.

I dearly hoped the two other women thought Dalia was being sensuous and not reluctant or delicate. I glanced at Patricia and Mercy. They were fixed on Dalia about to mount Tawny's tongue. Tawny shifted as Dalia positioned herself over her sister's face. Slowly like a great white avalanche, she settled down onto Tawny's face, her knees spreading like the landing gear of an F-15 taking its weight, splaying wide over Tawny's face. At the last, before her face completely disappeared between DillyDally's thighs, I swear I saw Tawny's tongue rise up, like a huge clit, touching Dalia's pussy. Tawny's hands twitched and then flinched onto Dalia's ass, clutching at it as though she could stop the pussy from settling onto her face. Her fingers spread on Dalia's ass, squeezing it so that they bulged white between her fingers. Dalia very slowly ground her pussy down onto Tawny's face. She leaned forward and placed her hands on the wall over the headboard. Her hips moved, slowly, careful like she was searching for something with her clit.