Extending the MILF List Ch. 21

I started the car. I found a drive through bakery and got bagels for the girls and donuts for me, well, an eclair and a bismark. Mercy fed me while I drove. Stopped at the pick up window, I heard Carol Lynn moan and turned around to find Dalia's face in her crotch. Patricia was still kissing her but had a hand on the back of Dalia's head. They seemed to be getting along just fine. Another chemical mix disaster averted. I am a fucking genius. No need for the EPA, Sonny's here.

Annie sat stoically on the other side of Mercy, staring out the front window, ignoring Carol Lynn's molestation in the back seat. Mercy cuddled against me, kissing me carefully while I drove towards Chris' house. At one point, she put her lips against my ear.

"I want Patricia." She whispered. "I want to have her, like your sisters had each other. I want to undress her while everyone watches and then I want to go down on her."

I was driving, mind you, and turning my head to look at Mercy had inherent risks. I didn't. Her hand on my cock, softly rubbing up and down the confined shaft had its effect. I didn't agree to anything but Mercy seemed to understand that I was committed. I sighed. My day was filling up.

I pulled up to Chris' house and stopped. I turned around to find Carol Lynn writhing in the clutches of Patricia and Dalia. Tawny gave me a beseeching stare, but I wasn't clear what she was beseeching me about. Annie opened her door. Tawny opened hers and slipped out from under Carol Lynn which left her draped onto the seat off of Patricia's lap. They got the message. Dalia, having pulled Carol Lynn's bikini briefs down to her knees, pulled them the rest of the way off her feet and then helped her out of the car.

Carol Lynn immediately painted her body onto mine and looked up at me.

"Who are those people?" She asked softly as Dalia got out of the car.

"Oh, the ones on each end are my sisters." I whispered back. "I don't know the one in the middle."

Carol Lynn stared but then giggled when she decided I was fucking with her. I left it at that.

I gestured towards the door and led the group in that direction. Tawny had grabbed Annie and was kissing her, her arms snaked inside Annie's coat. I wasn't sure if I was reassured or disturbed by my sister's sudden shift in priorities. I whistled at her and told her to come on.

She looked over the hood of the car at me. Annie looked bleary and pleased.

"Mrs. Kingston was being neglected." Tawny said and then looked back at Annie. Annie was stoic and dazed; Tawny does kiss like its her only Olympic sport. We all went to the door. I opened it and we went inside. The basement door was open and out of it we heard the scrap and grunt of the rail in use downstairs.

"Come right this way. You'll see the famous Wills Rail, where women ride and are ridden in tandem until they climax." Mercy and Patricia exchanged looks.

I led the group downstairs. Maria and Lydia were strapped onto the rail. Sean was planted in Lydia and Chris was mounted in Maria. The two women were face down, their hands tied over their heads, naked, riding the rail back and forth, popping them onto their respective cocks with sudden lurchings that made them both cry out as they orgasmed, which they both seemed to be doing as we arrived. I could see Holly trussed in the dangle, her huge tits protruding from her stretched body as she stood on tippy toes just around the corner.

Chris and Sean stopped fucking Lydia and Maria.

"Hey Chris, Sean. Let me introduce everyone." I moved between Patricia and Mercy, planting my hands on their sides and pulling them against me. I looked at Mercy. "This is Mrs. Mercy St. Vincent, who has been traded to me for use this weekend and her half sister and aunt, Patricia Goodshall. They asked to try out the rail together and I agreed. They wish to be fucked today on the rail so they are yours. The woman on the left is Lydia and the guy planted in her cunt is her son, Sean. The other woman is Maria Callistrano, Chris' house maid and his father's mistress. That over there dangling is Holly Romelingame. This is Carol Lynn Northcutt and you know my sisters Dalia and Tawny. Oh, and everyone knows Anne Kingston."

The two women on the rail merely moaned, neither one lifting their heads to acknowledge us. Annie walked around the corner and stood staring at Holly. For a moment, Holly looked expectant but then her look became apprehensive. Anne Kingston could inspire that. Anne bent forward and licked Holly's breast, holding it with her small hands. Holly groaned. I looked back to the rail.

"Since we have two pairs of sisters, I suggest one pair mount the rail and the others demonstrate a sixty-nine for us. Mercy, you and Patricia can have the futon until its your turn."

Mercy didn't respond except to step around me. Patricia stared. Mercy began to unbutton her half-sister's dress, one of those form-fitting things that unbuttoned down the front from neck to hem at the shins. She didn't move a muscle while Mercy uncovered her incredible body. Dalia turned Tawny around and kissed her on the mouth. Tawny's hands twinkled beside them while Dalia pressed her against the wall. Tawny was trapped. Annie, around the corner bit down on Holly's nipple. Holly screamed. No one noticed but me.

While Dalia stripped Tawny and Mercy stripped Patricia, I walked around to Holly where Annie was chewing on her nipple.

"Learning anything, Holly?" I asked quietly. Her eyes opened and she flinched. Annie released her and she lifted her feet and she twirled around, her arms pulled tight over her head. She nodded.

"Yes, but don't ask me what."

I opened my pants. I decided right then to enter every woman in the basement before I left, a sort of farewell tour. Holly dangled, lifting her legs in an impressive display of core strength. I moved between her opened legs and fit my cock against her pussy.

"Oh Christ and chocolate!" Holly grunted as her body settled down onto my cock. Annie stood beside us watching. Holly's short legs clinched at me but I stepped away, pulling her to the side. She clung to me by her heels until her strength gave way and she swung away.

Annie pulled her tight skirt up to her waist and when Holly swung back, wrapped her arms around the woman's naked waist and bent over. She understood my commitment somehow. I pulled her panties down her thighs and rammed my cock into her. Annie squeaked like a mute at an orgy. I pulled out of her. Annie straightened, pulled Holly's mouth to hers and kissed the dangling woman hard. Holly's legs lifted and wrapped around Annie.

I shuffled around the corner to find Tawny naked, sagging against the wall, watching Dalia remove her own clothes. Patricia leaned against the rail, which was still now. She was nude and Mercy was disrobing right in front of her. Chris and Sean were watching the other women undress, their cocks still planted in Lydia and Maria. Lydia had lifted her head but Maria was still face down on the rail.

I moved over to Tawny. She looked at me.

"I'm outnumbered." She whispered. "I'm going to be cunt licking all day, aren't I?"

I shrugged.

"How about a little cock to start you off?"

She grinned and lifted her left knee, granting me access to her inner sanctum. I penetrated her inner sanctum, mounting her against the wall. My trousers ruffled down my legs as I sank into her. She left her other leg and we banged against the wall. She groaned, trying to wrap her legs around me. I wriggled out of her clutches. She wanted to turn me into a trickle down her inner thighs. I resisted, just enough but without conviction.

I turned to face Dalia who by now was skidding out of her panties and stood before me naked herself. She turned around and stepped to the rail and grasped it under Maria's bound arms, nudging Patricia to the side, towards Lydia. I entered my willing sister, thrusting into her while she crooned and grunted with pleasure, then whimpering when I pulled out of her. She was swampy wet.

I looked at Patricia. She glared back but then, as if I had magic control of her will, she turned around and bent over, matching Dalia's promising pose. I thrust into her with barely a howdy do. She was as wet a Dalia. Her ass plumped against me and she pressed herself back onto my cock. She thought I'd pump her for a little and squawked when I pulled free of her luscious interior. She felt so good I nearly took up more permanent residence but the Honeywell family feud called to me.

I looked at Mercy. She got to her knees and opened her mouth. I lay my cock on her lips and she slurped me past her lips and down her throat. She cleaned me thoroughly and then let me pull her to her feet. I pushed her to the wall beside Tawny who hadn't moved but watched me with keen interest. I parted Mercy's legs and entered her, thrusting into her once, hard. She cried out and shook, her body bucked as I thrust into her.

"Miss Come-on-a-Dime!" Patricia said from her place by the rail. Sean, realizing I was taking inventory, pulled out of Lydia. He walked over to Dalia.

"I'm Sean Favors."

"We met, sort of, that is I watched you fuck at the orgy at our house."

Sean shrugged his lanky shoulders.

"I didn't know if you'd remember me. Do you mind?" He asked placing a hand on her shoulder. She sank to her knees and sucked his cock, slathered with his mother, into her mouth. I moved to his end of the rail.

"Mrs. Favors, I hear you are avoiding Seth."

She lifted her head and twisted, trying to see me behind her. I felt between her legs and she gasped.

"Oh yes, god Sonny, are you going to...oh god, yes!" I did, I entered her, answering her question. "Yes, yes, I am avoiding Seth until he has gotten a little tired of Quilla. I think, oh no, don't stop! I think he likes her some."

Chris pulled free of Maria and moved away, his cock dripping. When I entered Maria, she bucked and shook, her whole body quaking as I proved the final straw that made the camel come. She shrieked, her voice echoed in the basement.

"Satan's cloved hooves, Sonny what did you do to her?" Chris muttered.

"I just collected on all your hard work. Now, I have to go. I have to see a man about a horse." I pulled out of Maria and gestured at Tawny. She pushed off the wall and correctly understood my gesture, getting to her knees and cleaning off my cock with her lips and tongue. By the time she was done, I was ready to skull fuck her but she backed away and left me glitteringly hard. I tucked my instrument of mass injection away and looked around.

"You all have a fine time. Annie, you can come with me if you want. Do you want to go back to Chilton?"

She looked tempted but then Holly touched her with a foot and she lost interest. She hugged Holly's naked body and kissed the voluptuous little woman with the huge tits. Holly keened into her mouth. Chris walked up with me.

"What should I do with them?"

"Fuck 'em. Fuck 'em all." I responded.

"I know that but when we're done? I have to leave. I called Landon and Brent, they'll be...there they are. You don't mind do you?"

"Nope. Not a bit. I hope you enjoy them. Do Patricia's ass before you finish." I chuckled and walked to the door. I looked out and damn if Brent didn't have Natasha and Norma in tow and Kyla Clark was with them. I hesitated, wondering if I had to enter these three women too but decided it was pushing ten o'clock and I needed to get back downtown.

"Sonny, hey!" Brent said.

Natasha came right into my arms and kissed me soundly. Norma hugged me and Kyla kissed me. I told them I had some place to be and that I'd left a couple newcomers downstairs for them to play with. They went inside and I headed out. I didn't even feel a little bit of regret. I was in fact relieved that I didn't get waylaid and end up trying to come in every woman rather than just penetrating them...I'd never have made it. I drove in luscious silence back downtown to the Marquis. Once I arrived, I took out my phone and punched in Jamie. He answered immediately.

"Sonny! Hey. Are you here to take my two princesses away?"

"I am. I'm downstairs. Want me to come up and get them?"

"No. I'll send them down."

"Hey, I was wondering, would you do me a favor and come with them? I mean, listen, I am about to hand Alissa over to her husband and son to fuck and I thought you might care to see that. You know, just for the sake of saying you've seen such a thing?"

For a long moment, I got nothing but silence. Then I heard a huge sigh.

"You want me to watch them both have sex with..."

I stopped him before he could spill anything, namely the words themselves.

"If you don't want to...?"

"No. I mean, yes. No I do want to. Yes, I want to. I'd be...?"

"Honored." I supplied into this rasping pause. "They're both table ready, right?"

"Clean as a nun's mind. I douched them with a very good white wine and then an expensive brandy. They're as pure as communion chalices."

I couldn't tell if the fuck was joshing me or not. I didn't have time to decode the British sense of humor from their inveterate sense of propriety.

"Well, then, bring them down." I stood by the entrance to the restaurant where I could see the elevators and for the life of me I didn't see her until they appeared and I moved to meet them. Melissa and Alissa looked prim and proper, all gussied up and shining like a new dime, well, two new dimes. The elevator door opened and there they were, flanking Jamie like two black angle's wings. They'd changed clothes and now wore matching stretch dresses, white on black. Their skin ghosted the stretched white fabric. The dresses were too small and their bodies forced it into a thin, gasping excuse for clothing but held them tight. Neither wore a bra and both carried their little carry-on bags full of feminine mysteries. For all the world they looked like high class, that is, aristocratic hookers. Imagine a King's family where all the women were expected to service all the King's men, like that.

I had a flash of how they'd look to Sam and looked away to avoid the boner threatening to wave the flag in my pants and make a scene. Like I said, I'm sure I saw her before and it just hadn't registered in my pussy besotted mind. When I cast my gaze away from the dark sisters, it was like a magnet pulled my iron eyes right to her, a woman I knew I should recognize. She stared at me, her eyes fierce and fixed.

Clearly she saw me. She stared so intensely at me I felt terribly guilty for a number of reasons, so all I needed to do was pick one. I noticed her tits first, huge, thrust out like bumpers. I couldn't recall her name but I knew I had been inside her, deep inside her and for a moment I felt her, mounted on my cock like a jockey on my horse of a different color. I wanted her and with all the pussy hovering about me, that made me about the greediest fuck the world has ever known. If one of my sisters had been in orbit I'd have gone super nova and destroyed us all. It was like that, an incandescent moment you just never forget.

Time froze. I stared at her for so long, I thought surely everyone noticed but guess what? Sonny Duncan is not the center of the universe. When I finally broke my fixation on her, I found exactly no one had noticed my mental lapse, or better, the mental laps I'd taken around the staring woman. I knew her. I couldn't fucking remember her name. I'd been in her and had her and still, I couldn't quit remember where. It was that, the confusion, the sniffing recognition and the instant erection finding her eyes on me inspired, like Alissa and Melissa and the rest were not enough by themselves.

When I looked back at the dark sisters, they were focused on Jamie. Despite the slight, and despite the crushing discovery the universe didn't revolve around me, I felt a vague relief. Suddenly I just wanted to get them out of there, to deliver them to the good graces of Sam and Sammy and be done with it. Sometimes you get all impatient and shit and just want things to be resolved so you can go to sleep. It was like that. However, I'd made preparations for this moment and despite the fact I'd planned on doing it somewhat more privately, I fished a collar out of my coat pocket and approached Melissa.

"You are an honorary MILF, Mrs. Crawford." I muttered, affixing the silver metal around her neck. She gleamed at the touch of the metal to her skin. I casually fished two silver chains out of the sack and hooked one first to Melissa's collar and the other to Alissa's. I turned and walked towards the front door where I'd parked the car. I felt everyone fall in behind me. It was reassuring. My skin tingled as I walked past the line of kiosks and shops towards the front exit. I wanted desperately to glance over at the woman, to meet her eyes and be all defiant and shit but if I did that and couldn't remember her fucking name...well, that seemed like a consummation devoutly to be avoided, so I kept my eyes fixed on the revolving exit door.

We were just about there. I was just about home free when my god damn mind betrayed me. It was clearly in league with my cock because her name floated to the surface of my mind, snapped up the bait and pulled on the line of my memory.

"Mrs. Fallgate." I muttered aloud, skidding to a halt. That's a reference to the cartoon style of stopping running suddenly, all heels and dust. I skidded to a halt. Debra Doreen Fallgate, from the family of double Ds. That was her name, the name of the woman staring at me. The one with the tight green sweater hugging her huge tits and the lime yellow skirt that was entirely too young for her. Without the open gray coat she looked like a cheerleader for Jello U. She shifted and her tits testified to her status as a scholarship athlete. When I stopped, Alissa and Melissa cuddled up behind me, crumpling against me like Yugos crashing into poodles. I turned slowly, hoping to find she'd been a mirage, a figment of my cock's imagination planted in my brain to make me confront my own suicidal tendencies.

No such luck.

When I turned around to look back, she was still there, big as life, staring at me like a Gestopo agent at the Jewish American Congressional caucus. Aunt Debbie! D. Debra's aunt. Before I knew what I was doing, I'd handed Jamie the leads of the two black women and left them there in the middle of the lobby, just short of the shielding exit. I strode towards Mrs. Fallgate. She regarded my approach with a shifting of weight and then a straightening of her back. Her tits wavered in the green sweater making me a little seasick. I don't know what she thought was going to happen next. She wasn't the only one. I was as empty headed as a kachina doll but not as pretty.

"Mrs. Fallgate." I said softly, standing before her. She glanced past me and then reattached her gaze to me. She didn't speak. I remembered her silence, her gaze, the feel of her body under me. I waited. While I waited my cock grew erect. I found the right words. "They're both mine. Where there are black women, there are black men. How would you like to be the white in the Oreo?"

She didn't blink. She didn't nod. She did reach out a hand and take hold of mine. She lifted my hand and placed it under her breast. She pressed my hand up under it so that its weight settled in my palm.

"Yes." She finally whispered.

Fuck me. I had no idea how I was going to fit this woman into the day but now I was committed. I released her breast, took her by the elbow and steered her over to Jamie and the black sisters. Alissa stared at me and Melissa stared at Doreen. We stopped in front of them and didn't move for a moment. I realized how this looked, suddenly aware in their eyes, I'd just walked up to a perfect stranger and she'd had me cup her boob in front of God and everyone. I was about to explain when she spoke.