Extending the MILF List Ch. 20

She relaxed a little and pulled back to look up at me, her green eyes gleaming with the feelings roiling under her skin.

"Oh Sonny, please, I want you to take me. I, I realized this evening, waiting for the Triple-A guy, that I have incredible sex with you. I am so excited, so aroused, I want you inside me. Now."

For a minute I thought she'd called me triple A but then realized she referred to the guy giving her gas, er bring them gasoline. My brain was definitely not working.

I felt people listening to her. It was like my back prickled with their interest.

"When you fuck me, with or without anyone watching us, I am so aroused but, but its different with you because..." Suddenly, I think she realized she was speaking out loud. She buried her face against my chest, her arms tightening around my neck, sealing us together. She lifted her head and whispered in my ear.

"You are my brother, Sonny, and I realized I have this lust for you. It struck me tonight that I measure every other man by how you make me feel and, while I enjoy the variety, it is when you are between my legs that I feel it the most. You know what I mean, the pleasure of pure lust, sex that makes the world disappear. I am so turned on right now I want you to want me the way I want you. I want us to collide and make a brand new star, not some black hole. God, Sonny, you don't know what I am feeling."

Her breath was hot in my cold ear, like she was licking it after licking an ice cream cone, hot and cold at the same time. Her body quivered against me.

Clarity hit me like a flash of lightning, illuminating what I could do. The flash of brilliance clutched me like fear of falling, just before you jump. I turned and punched 19 on the floor register. Tawny looked oddly at me as I felt around in my pants pocket until I found it. I pulled out the key card and held it up before Tawny's eyes.

She focused on it. I watched the recognition of what it was register. She pulled me back into a raucous kiss, her tongue slashing at me like the tail of an angry dragon. When she broke the kiss, I twisted around to see what floor the car had stopped on. A guy was watching me, holding the hand of a diminutive woman beside him. He grinned and gave me a thumbs up. His lady glared at him but when she glanced at me, a blush rose in her cheeks and she smiled shyly, which got a funny look from him. They exited the car. We were on floor eleven.

Tawny pulled me back around. She kissed up the line of my jaw and whispered in my ear.

"I want your hands on me. I want to feel you touching me everywhere. I want to feel your fingers digging into my ass, clutching me hard like when you fuck me. I want you to possess me and give me the pleasure that having you take pleasure from me creates." She panted against my skin. I twisted around at the ding of the bell that opened the door. Fourteen.

I twisted us around, putting my back against the wall of the lift, turning Tawny in my arms so she faced the door, her back to me. She wriggled her ass pointedly against my pointed crotch, finding my erection and mashing herself against it. She grasped my hands, pulled them around her and pressed them over her tits, holding them in place with her hands over mine. Naturally, I massaged her breasts, molding and squeezing them while she moaned in the close quiet of the car.

Two other couples watched us, curiously, they gazed at us with interest but no disdain. They regarded us like we were a museum exhibit, displaying the proper foreplay for normal human coitus. I bent my head down, shifting through Tawny's auburn hair.

"I'm going to fuck my sister." I muttered into her ear. Her body tensed and she wriggled back against me, pressing my hands hard against her breasts. The bell dinged and the door opened.

Nineteen.

What theologian said that heaven would be on the nineteenth floor? None, right? So the fuckers must all be talking through their hats because suddenly I was at that gate, that is to say, Tawny and I were tripping down the corridor that led to the door to heaven.

I had the key card in hand so when we arrived at 1947, we both went still while I tried to insert the card into the slot with shaking hands. I got it the third try. Tawny snickered beside me, seemingly aware of the effect she was having on me. The door opened and we burst into the little living room of the suite.

Mercy St. Vincent sat on an easy chair, looking back at Patricia who was at the bar putting the final touches on what looked like a dirty martini. They both looked terribly startled.

Tawny caught sight of them and went still in my arms, her body suddenly tense and waiting.

"Oh, hey, I was wondering if you'd mind if me and my sister used one of your beds?" I said out loud, being sure to make the words form in the air like fluttering starlings seeking a roost for the night. I didn't wait for an answer but dragged Tawny, stumbling now, stunned by my words, to the door of one of the two bedrooms. One door was behind the bar to the left and the other was in the adjacent wall at a right angle. I went in the one on the right, pushing into the dimness beyond the door.

Tawny was quivering. She heard the voice from the other room just as surely as I did. I think it was Mercy.

"Did he say that was his sister?"

Tawny gasped and turned to look at me. I crouched before her, found her thighs and ran my hands up under her skirt. The sparkling silver dress draped down to the middle of Tawny's fine thighs. My hands found stockings and then the warmth of her skin along the tops, the several clasps of her garters and then the full swell of her hips, bare but for the elastic lines drawn down from the garter belt somewhere above.

Tawny went still as my hands felt around her waist, seeking the string of a thong or some other barrier. Finding nothing, I used my thumbs to pull at her body, opening her. She groaned when my thumbs pressed nearby her pussy. She gasped when I released her and pushed her onto the bed. She sat heavily, surprised but then, when I knelt before her, genuflecting between the knees of her steaming alter, she flopped back onto the bed and widened her legs.

"God, yes, Sonny, eat me!" Her voice rose around us like a dust devil, making me cringe and squint. I pushed open her legs and extended my tongue. Her silver dress crackled as I pushed it up her body, exposing her to the room. I found the smooth skin of her inner thigh and traced up it, leaving a wet, hot trail on her leg. Tawny went still, her body vibrating from need.

When the tip of my tongue contacted the flared lips of her pussy, she cried out and her body arched up under me, pushing her pussy against my tongue. Without any command and control, my spiking tongue poked deep inside her. Tawny groaned and dropped her hips. Her legs tensed but I had a hand on each knee and kept her dewy man-trap from slapping closed, likely saving my life. I held her spread and opened my mouth, covered her pussy and sucked at the ridges of flesh that pursed to kiss me back. My tongue was inside her. Her hips shimmied, then popped up impaling herself on my little tongue.

At that moment the light went on, or some light did. I'm not clear about how I knew that but I did. I was pressed fully against my sister's heaving body but somehow I intuited that the audience had arrived. The rush and ramble of the lust that had propelled us into this position lifted, a lull in the lust as though we were stopping for a word from our sponsors.

I lifted my head and peered up at Tawny from between her legs. Her head was lifted and she was looking over the swell of her breasts at me, her hair a thick, erotic bramble about the mask of her eyes. Her breasts rose and fell between us. I sat back on my heels and looked to the left.

Mercy hugged the door frame, one great breast in the room and the other out of sight outside of it. It looked like she was mounting the door post, or at least offering to do so.

I grinned.

"I should introduce everyone. Tawny, this is Mercy St. Vincent and the other woman out there is Patricia Goodshall. Mercy, Patricia, this is my older sister, Tawny Duncan. I am going to fuck her, if you don't mind." It really wasn't a question.

Patricia's voice issued from out of sight in the other room.

"How the fuck did you get in? Why do you have a key to our room?"

"Jesus, Patty," Mercy said, turning her head out of our room, "Don't you think the right question should be, is that really your sister?"

"God, Sonny, fuck me!" Tawny said, suddenly alive to the reality that not only was her brother going to fuck her while two other women watched, they'd know he was mounting his sister. Something about that confluence of conventional dissonance left her breathless and empty, but filled with the desire to be filled.

"Sonny, god, put your cock in me, now. With my clothes on. I'll, god, I'll come if you put it in me now!" Her voice was shredded with desire, tendrils of lust fluttered about her like a sail going to pieces in a gale wind.

I stood, unbuckled my pants and pushed everything down to my knees. One of Tawny's heels rose up and hooked behind my thigh and pulled at me, urging me to the deed at hand, urging me inside her. I grasped her by the knees and lifted but that only rolled her up onto her shoulders. I dropped her body. She was lank, limpid, without any will but the desire to be mounted. I thrust a hand under her hip and thence around her waist. With my knees to either side, I carried her full onto the bed. The light came from a lamp on the table by the door, so it was behind me. It cast shadows over Tawny's sparking dress. Her eyes took on shadows that made her look dauntingly lurid.

In the middle of the bed, Tawny lay back, flinging her arms over her head, staring up at me. I flicked the drape of her skirt from between her open thighs where I knelt. Her pussy appeared, a glistening peach in the dim shadow of my body. My hard cock bobbed before me, my pants bound my ankles together like Oedipus lost on his Freudian map. I leaned over her, taking my cock in one hand, probed for her entrance and found it. Tawny hooked me inside so all I had to do was to lower my weight between her legs and my cock slid deep into her.

Tawny moaned, loudly and long as I injected my length slowly into her. After a long, gasping exhalation, she went still as I came to rest on her, pubic bone to pubic bone. Her pussy gnawed at my cock, tightening around it with impossible precision, clutching me with little pulses of delight.

"Put your hands on my ass." Tawny grunted. "I want to come with your hands on, on, on my ass. Oh god, fuck me!" Her voice warbled with her need.

I respect a woman's need and in this case, I did what she asked. I'm all for taking such suggestions, both to grab hold of her ass and to fuck her. I did both. Her knees rose beside me like handrails. She clutched me with her legs, even as I wiggled my hands under us until I had a cheek of her ass in each hand. I squeezed her ass, lifted and hammered down into her.

Tawny screamed. Whatever foreplay she'd endured to that point, it consummated with a twisting, bucking orgasm that shifted me between her legs like I was just a stud piercing her labia. She seemed strong, surprisingly strong. The rise of her hips lifted me, seating me deep in her pussy. She groaned and lowered us back to the bed. I was rooted far inside her but she seemed to want to fold me up and make me disappear. I tried to be equanimous about it but the thousand light fingers inside her danced on my cock, playing it like a flute, trying to pull out another viscid, orgasmic tune. Had I not been to the mountain several times already that day, I'd have flooded her but I was fully aware I had four females who needed cock.

Now I know it seems like I'd wanked off the idea of doing Mercy and Patricia but now, balls deep in my sister and having announced it like I was a conductor calling out a train departure, I had high hopes that I'd end up sharing the twisted sisters with my twisted sisters. Our knotty relationship was about to become not so much intertwined as inter-twisted.

"That's not his sister!" Patricia's voice lanced at us. "Shit, she's coming."

Patricia got that much right. Tawny's hips were rising and falling with steady rhythm, grinding and pulsing but then the pattern stopped. She arched up, twitched and then bucked under me. Her body tensed. Her feet planted beside me and she lifted, sealing my weight between her legs. Her pussy clamped down on my cock. Her ass lifted up off the bed. My hands felt her great muscles bunch and tighten. Her body lifted me and then popped under me bucking several time while she moaned around the ecstasy possessing her.

"Yes, I do believe she is coming." Mercy whispered, her voice puckered with awe.

"Not his sister." Patricia said.

Tawny's body bucked twice more and then she simply collapsed. All resistance left her and she dropped to the bed. She puddled under me, her ass suddenly flaccid, oozing between my clinched fingers. I consciously relaxed, fearing I was going to leave marks on her ass, great hand prints spidering her behind. The image made me grunt with lurid amusement. I got my hands under me and lifted off of her. Tawny lay still, her head turned to one side, still but panting hard. Her tits rose and fell as she sought to regain the air she'd lost in the cataclysm of her orgasm.

I withdrew my cock from her body and sat back on my heels. I grazed down at my painted sister, proud of my work. She didn't move. She did mewl a little, which I took to mean she didn't want me to remove my cock, but that is easily construed as a flimsy male conceit. Still, its a nice conceit and one I love so much, I didn't bother to question it. I knee walked from between her open legs and rolled her bodily onto her face. She lay for a moment, her hair tumbled about her face, before turning her head, looking away from me. Her hands were still over her head.

I unzipped her dress, opening the back down over the strap of her bra to the rise of her ass. I unhooked the bra. She moaned a little. I rolled her onto her back again. Her lidded eyes regarded me with lazy insouciance, making absolutely no effort to help me move her around. I took that as a compliment, still ensconced in that particular conceit that I had fucked her nearly to death so she couldn't move rather than the bitch was making me do all the work. Very carefully, I pulled each arm down and extracted it from the dress. I wanted to fuck her naked.

"That's not your sister." Patricia said, now standing to my right. Mercy stood at the left side of the bed watching me undress my sister.

I ignored them. I was in no mood to argue. My body felt like it was radioactive, quivering and twitching as I anticipated a return to that wondrous space between my sister's legs. When I got each arm free of the dress, I folded it down over her waist and lifted the bra off her breasts.

"Cheese and grapes, those are nice tits!" Mercy mumbled.

I glanced to the side, not at her but at Patricia, mostly to see if my expectations were correct. Indeed, Patricia wasn't focused on my half-nude sister but was staring at Mercy. I moved by eyes to my left and found Mercy was focused on Tawny, focused but also she licked her lips and hummed a little from deep inside her stare.

I pulled the dress down under Tawny's ass and then off her legs, moving to the side to get it off. I left her garters and her boots on. She looked like nuclear sex, laying there on the white bedspread, her arms out to the side, her tits sitting up like raw mountains, nipples hard and teasing, her legs flared wide.

My cock was still hard, slick with Tawny's lubrication. I discarded the dress and stripped out of my clothes, shirt, pants, shoes like they were on fire. I moved between her legs. Tawny shifted her body a little, a little shake that suggested eager anticipation. I bent over her torso. I licked at one breast with great swipes of my tongue. She lay still and let me. Over and over I licked her satin-smooth skin. Tawny has a freckle on the inside of her right breast, a hard little nub of darkness that scored my tongue when I licked over it. I could see Tawny's face.

Her head was cocked back to her right and she had her lower lip between her white teeth. She held still while I licked and then kissed over the fabulous arches of her breasts. Her breasts were full and firm, moving but resistant, plush but stout, perfect in every way.

"Tell him to mark her. He won't if she's his sister." Patricia's voice had changed. I almost looked to see who was talking, my addled brain wondering idly if some new person had appeared in the room and it wanted to worry about it. I didn't though. I believed my first assessment that the two women were alone. I fastened my lips onto Tawny's breast. One of her hands descended and cupped the back of my head even as I began the process of putting a garish hickey on the crest of her breast, just inside the aureole.

"If he marks her, she's not his sister!" Patricia whispered, the certainty had drained out of her tone.

I marked my sister. Tawny lay still, her hand knotted in my downy hair, holding me against her body, waiting for me to raise the love welt on her skin. She moaned a little, the sound vibrated against her ribcage, coming to my ears as subterranean rumbles. With each breath she grunted a little while I bruised her. I moved to the other breast and marked her again. I lifted up to see my work, like a graffiti artist gazing on a finished piece before signing it.

Her breast had matching hickeys on the inside curves. If I pushed her tits together, the hickeys would have kissed. I sat back, looking at my half nude sister. Tawny's eyes opened.

"I'm his sister." She rasped. "My brother just fucked me. I want him to fuck me again." She lay back, her eyes closed, waiting.

"Holy rump roast!" Mercy whispered. "I think she must be his sister."

"He won't come in her, if she's his sister." Patricia said, her voice rasping in harmony with Mercy's.

I widened my knees, tucking the tips under Tawny's fine thighs. I pushed them wide but she lifted them instead, rocking her hips up so she could lift her legs. The lines of her garters stretched away from her body as she bent, forming little tethers. She put her calves on to my shoulders.

"Fuck me, Sonny! Goddamn, fuck me!" Tawny growled, suddenly irate at my malingering.

I rose up, her legs brushing my ears, bent her, bent my cock down and entered her, pushing past the plush lips of her pussy and penetrating down into her. She moaned as I pierced deeply into her. I fucked her. Our bodies slapped together, filling the little room with the smack, smack, smack as we collided. My cock sawed in and out of her. Each time I drove into her, her pussy seemed to pull at me, seemingly intent on keeping me buried inside her.

Suddenly, I felt it, the rising glow of an intense orgasm. I leaned over Tawny, gripping her shoulders for leverage. My strokes shortened. Tawny panted, her features contorted, making the makeup more garish, a noirish sketch of her passion worn right on her face. I drove at her, shifting her closer and closer to the headboard until her hands found it and flattened against it. She planted her palms on it and pushed back at me, even as I rode her. Her tits rattled and rolled as I rode her, ramming into her harder and faster as my climax rambled closer. She was panting harder, gasping around inchoate syllables while she took me deep into her body.

I had hold of her thighs, steering our gallop towards ecstasy. It bubbled in me for a moment and then erupted. I leaned down onto Tawny's thighs, pressing her legs to her chest, jamming her full of cock. She groaned. I groaned. I came. She opened her eyes to watch as the climax possessed me. I bucked and shook and pumped cum into my sister. There was no doubt I was coming. I pumped and moaned, pumped and moaned, inarticulate in the face of this excellent pleasure.