Extending the MILF List Ch. 21

"Are you asking?"

"I'm always asking. I can't claim anything you don't give, Mrs. Honeywell. I take what you offer, and I use what you give. Give it and I use it. Don't think I won't. But don't think you can change your mind and then find things the same. If you hand me your collar, I'll put it on someone else's neck."

"Like Doreen's?"

I nodded.

"Like Doreen's."

"Christ. You just walked up to her and she offers to fuck you? How does that happen?"

"Right place at the right time." Another half truth, but this time not a whole lie. God, I love fractions.

I looked around, wondering if the others were tired of waiting on us. Nope. Someone was being fucked. I could here her moaning. It wasn't Ellen. It wasn't Melissa, I could hear her speaking. That left...? Doreen! Shit.

She was naked, on her back, her huge tits flopping at Sammy pounded into her, her legs pulled up beside him. Sam waited beside her. After a moment, Sammy rolled out from between her legs and Sam mounted her. Doreen wheezed at the new entrant. Her body arched under him.

"Oh god, Sam." Alissa whispered, her hand on the small of my back, steadying herself. We stood at the doorway for a few minutes watching Sammy and his father trade off fucking the white woman with the huge, huge tits. It became apparent that they were counting; one, two, three, four, five, change. They pumped her five times and then switched. While we watched, Doreen rose up in stair-steps towards a magnificent orgasm. Higher and higher, more and more animation, greater and greater breaths, deeper and deeper huffing, faster panting, rougher gasps, everything about the woman indicated they were escorting her up to a precipice where they were going to throw her off as an orgasmic sacrific. They did.

When she climaxed, she lost her fucking mind. She was gasping and huffing, rambling and babbling and then her breath caught, her head snapped back, embedding it in the pillow and arching her back. Her tits wobbled out the sides, still full and taut but mighty and pulling apart from between them. Sammy was in her.

"God, she's squeezing me."

"Don't come in her." Sam urged.

"Where would you like me to come?"

"The sink. It's easier to clean."

"We have other girls here. They can clean up after us."

"I want a little taste of her without you adding to it, son."

"Oh god, Dad, do you have to be so demanding?"

Alissa looked back at me, surprise on her face.

Doreen screamed out her ecstasy, bucking under Sammy even as he pulled free of her body and tumbled onto his feet beside the bed. Sam looked over at me.

"Sonny, you're back." His eyes flicked to Alissa and back to me.

Doreen ignored us but the rest of the Family Honeywell and Ellen turned their eyes to me, and to Alissa. I jiggled Alissa's chain.

"I bring good tidings of great joy which shall be to all people."

"God is going to strike you down, Sonny." Jamie said from his place in the lounge chair.

"I am way past do, living on borrowed time, so feeling brave and lucky." I grinned and pulled Alissa's white dress off her black shoulders, and then off her breasts. "I own this woman, sexually I mean. She's mine, to use, to offer to anyone I wish and I am offering her to this room. Jamie has had her and her sister, last night and this morning and now I am offering her to Melissa, Sam and Sammy."

Ellen squawked.

"Hey! What about me!"

Until that moment, I hadn't decided what to do with her but then I did.

"You have had your moment as cookie cream, its time to leave the family Honeywell to their own devices."

"What about her?" Ellen pointed to Doreen.

"She's not mine. She can stay or go as she likes or as they like."

"I'm not yours either."

"No, not really but do you really want to piss me off?" I didn't want to debate with her. "Besides, I have another appointment you might enjoy auditing, if you'll shut up and let us get through this one." Ellen actually looked a little abashed and she did shut up, grabbing a robe, donning it and sitting on a straight-backed chair with her arms folded in what could only be described as a round pout.

"Alissa is mine. I am giving her to you three to use, once I leave." I reached around and lifted one of her fine breasts, weighing it with my hand. She sighed. "She's mine to use and I intend for her to be used. You can use her until you are done with her and ready to return her to me. Take as long as you wish. Agree and she's yours to use. Disagree and I take her back. She's mine. I own her. So long as she keeps the collar on, she is mine. If she removes it, she will never be mine again. Treat her well, please. I have a simple request.

"Before I go, I want her to see Doreen board the Airtight Express, Honeywell Style and then Melissa and then it will be her turn. What you do with her after that is up to you. No one needs to come, I just want to make all those connections, so her eyes get to drink in those sights. Sammy, since you've been in the ass, you'll do the ass. Sam, gets pussy and I'll be in the mouth. Then Jamie and I need to go as we have an engagement to make later on."

Jamie looked confused, since he had no inkling as to where we needed to be. I could see him decide that I was merely excusing our departure.

I looked from Melissa to Sam and Sammy.

"Agreed?"

The three black people glanced around and then as though by some magic all nodded together.

Alissa stood beside me, her head down, her wrists crossed before her. The chain dangled from her collar, hanging down her black skin. The brilliant white stretch dress was peeled down to the flare of her hips and clung there like whipped cream on a chocolate confection. She trembled. I dared not inquire to its cause, there were so many and it was foolish to think only one could account for the effects. Her find breasts shimmied and she kept licking her full lips over and over again like she was trying to get some taste off of them.

I moved over beside her. I touched her sides and very carefully shucked her dress off her ebony body. It was like peeling a peach. The trembling eased and subsided. Her dress pooled around her feet. I bent and sucked her breast, finding her nipple and pulling at it with my lips. Alissa, superheated from her time with Jamie, gasped and groaned, a hand finding my head and caressing me.

"Oh god, Sonny!" She gasped. "I can't do this! I'll, I'll...!" Her voice was raw with emotion.

"You'll what?"

"I don't know. I feel like I'm about to fly apart. Did you plan this!"

I chuckled straightening beside her. I put a finger under her chin and lifted it, her eyes understood me and met mine.

"You did, my dear. This is all your doing. Bend over."

She did, immediately, clearly glad of the instruction. Her hands planted on the floor, she waited while I stripped off my clothing. Naked, I positioned my cock at her entrance and thrust into her. She groaned. The room watched me use her. Alissa was gasping, her body enveloped me, milky smooth and slick from her time around Jamie.

I withdrew from her. She sighed and straightened. I pointed at Mrs. Fallgate.

"Would you care to have a cock in every hole, Mrs. Fallgate?"

Her eyes glittered and she nodded, making her tits wobble. I smiled and gestured at the bed.

"Sam, this is just a fitting for the three of them. Since I need to go, it will give each of them the triple penetration but you and Sammy can cream fill them later as you like." He nodded and smacked Sammy on the shoulder. Sammy got off the bed. Ellen, helpful as she always was, helped Sam get pillows arranged. Doreen moved to mount him.

She got her legs over his angles and then shimmied up his body until his cock could be bent down to aim directly at her pussy. She eased it into her body with agonizing slowness. We could all see Sam's face, his eyes clinching and then rolling and then widening and then rolling again until finally she settled down onto him, his cock firmly ensconced in her cunt. Ellen retrieved lube from the cabinet, weighed it with her hand, checked and announced there was plenty for later. She lubed up Doreen's ass. The Blonde leaned over Sam and fed him her tits, one at a time, back and forth, twisting she he didn't move his mouth, while Ellen lubed her ass, one finger and two until the sound filled the room.

I moved up beside Alissa.

"Your husband is fucking a stranger, a gorgeous white woman." I whispered. I placed my arm around her naked body and felt the trembling had returned. She shuddered. She turned to look at me.

"I barley know what to think. I...I feel...god, I don't know what to feel."

"You feel what you feel. What do you feel?"

"I feel his cock inside me again." She whispered so softly I almost asked her to repeat the words. When I replayed the sounds and extracted the meaning, I spoke reassurance to her.

"Soon enough, it will be your turn. Mrs. Honeywell, just remember, if you want to take off the collar at any time, you can never put it on again, not like this, not like we are and things will change."

She looked at me.

On the bed, her son positioned himself to penetrate Doreen's ass. Doreen kept her tits in Sam's face. She was white surrounded by black.

"I know, Sonny. I know. I'll have to choose."

"No, that's not what I'm saying."

Sammy pushed an inch of dick into Doreen's ass. She tensed. He waited. She pressed back, taking some more of him inside her ass, losing some of Sam from her pussy. They began to negotiate, back and forth, in and out until at the last, she was firmly penetrated, front and back by both black cocks.

"Oh Christ in a chariot!" She cried. "I'm double fucked!"

"Sonny, what are you saying?"

I patted the air.

"Just a minute." I walked to where Doreen swayed between Sam and Sammy, both of whom were curiously quiet.

"Jesus she's tight for a big woman." Sam mumbled.

"Yeah, she's really tight!" Sammy added.

"You're in her ass, Sammy, of course she's tight!" Sam responded.

"Oh, right you are!"

I touched the blissed out woman on the shoulder. She turned her head, her tits waved over Sam's face. He looked past them at me and rose up under her, the imp. She grunted and shifted. Her eyes opened.

"Oh, right." She mumbled. She leaned towards me, tilting her head back as she opened her mouth. She inhaled my cock and just like that, she was well mounted on the Airtight Express, Honeywell Style, two for three anyway. I should be considered an honorary Honeywell given my work in the family business. She inhaled me and sucked me deep. My cock lodged down in her throat and it clamped closed around it. She stopped breathing. She made a sound down in her chest, her eyes looked up at me and she bucked once then again and again as the ripple of pleasure rose through her. I pulled back. She released me with a gasp and a whoosh. I staggered back, my cock glistening.

Alissa's hand steadied me. I got an arm around her and we stood together while Sam and Sammy unlimbered Doreen. I gestured at Melissa.

"You're next." She nodded and began undressing or at least removing what little covering she wore.

"What do you mean, Sonny?"

"Don't think of this as all or nothing. You and Sam have been living mangled lives for some time, you just haven't been discussing it. You haven't negotiated explicitly for what you wanted, you both just took it and dared the other to say 'boo' about it. It was insulting and often bruising and you had to get the timing just right to ever get on the same page. About the time he was ready to consider what you thought or felt about what he was doing, you were busy giving him the finger and vice versa. So it went. I just think that you should keep what you both have and both want and go from there. Negotiate to keep those things and add to that Sammy, Melissa, me, us, and your partnership, which apparently is nearly a sure thing..."

"Thank you for that, by the way, Sonny. You know it would never have happened without you, don't you?"

"I just fucked you when I was told to." I said with a shrug.

She smiled. Ellen was sucking Sam's cock and Doreen was adding lube to Melissa's ass. The room was full of momentum Newton never even imagined.

Alissa turned into me. Our naked bodies blended like chocolate and milk. She took my face between her dark hands and kissed me with her rich, voluptuous lips, her eyes fierce and then turned her head to watch her sister mount her husband.

"When you had me the first time, I could never have stood here and watched that, watched my sister take my husband's cock into her body like that, god, Sonny, she's coming! Just getting him inside her like that."

She was. Melissa was poised over Sam. His hands were on her sides, hers were on his shoulders and her legs flexed so her ass remained suspended over him crouched on her dark knees, blending with him, like two corners of darkness fitting together. His cock connected to her body, a line of black between them that should have been flashing with energy. Melissa was panting raggedly, Sam huffed under her. Melissa's head was bowed and her eyes were closed but then, still, Sam's cock head just inside her body, she opened her eyes and turned her rich, lurid gaze towards us.

"Lissa, I'm going to fuck your husband." Melissa Crawford whispered.

Alissa wrenched out of my hold around her waist and moved to the bed. She grasped Melissa by the face and kissed her. When she first moved, I felt the world tilt and worried that all the niceties had gone for naught but when Alissa kissed her sister, I got that gooey warm feeling that things were going to be well for the Honewells. Alissa bent down and sucked her sister's breast and then stretched to suck the other.

"Fuck him good, Messy. You two have been teasing each other for years. We should have fucked each other long before now. Please. Fuck him." Alissa placed a hand on the small of Melissa's back and shoved her down onto Sam's erection. Melissa and Sam both groaned loudly and long together. Partly, I suppose from the penetration itself but also from Alissa's hand on her sister, pressing husband and sister together like a brand new sandwich that would take the world by storm, the ham and cheese of sex. Melissa tipped forward, lay down onto Sam and they kissed like lovers.

Sammy pulled his mother aside into a tight embrace, kissing her. She melted into his arms. The restrictions on their sexual congress bubbled between them and the passion they shared flared, incandescent and bright. Sammy seemed reluctant to release her but Alissa finally wriggled loose.

"Sammy, fuck your Aunt's ass. You and your father need to fuck her and fuck her good. She's a gorgeous piece of ass and you should have her. Take her, use her, fuck her. Then, then you can have me, since Sonny gave me to you."

Melissa, hearing her sister's words, sat up, cinching her hips down onto Sam. Sam groaned. They had been rocking together, kissing and murmuring while glancing at Alissa and Sammy kissing. Sammy released his mother and got on the bed behind his Aunt, grasped her ass and touched his cock to her glistening asshole. He pushed. She grunted, then moaned, then screamed as he slid into her incredible ass. Melissa was well oiled and Sammy slid into her like she'd been fucked twice already. She screamed and came when he pushed her down onto his father's hard cock. Melissa Crawford was double fucked by father and son. She came and then came again. This was orgasm of the mind, the milieu did it. She gasped for breath as the orgasms swept by, ruffling her composure like a wardrobe fail at the Super Bowl.

Alissa stood by the bed, staring at her climaxing sister. I moved up beside her.

"Alissa, look at this. This is something you want to keep. Messy fucking the two men in your life that you will always be connected to. Do you want to lose the right to join them? To have them fuck you too?"

She turned to look at me, her eyes bleak, her body shaking once more, clearly affected both by her son's kisses and the sight of her sister fucking her husband and son. She shook her head, then nodded her head, clearly no idea what the question was that she was answering.

"Sonny, plug her mouth. God, her ass is amazing!" Sammy panted. The asshole had no memory. This wasn't his first time in Aunt Melissa but then again, having your father's cock in the nearby antechamber surely made it different in kind.

I moved around Alissa and stood by the side of the bed. Melissa twisted out from between the ebony ecstasy pinioning her between them and bent her open mouth to my cock. I helped her, knotting my hand in her hair. She sucked my cock. Something about the angle prevented her from deep throating me and so she merely sucked on the business end of it. I was preserving myself for the St. Vincent women to follow. I was about to pull out when Melissa climaxed again. Her eyes were peering around and when I twisted to follow her eyes, I found Alissa standing at my side, peering at us, seeing her sister triple fucked, mouth on me, mounted on Sam and ass fucked by her son. The moment touched off an orgasm in Melissa. She spat me out and screamed again, gasping for air.

Rather than let her off that easy, I went to Doreen and had her stand, and bend over. I penetrated her, shoving my cock into her pussy from behind. I returned to Melissa and presented her with my cock. Rather than suck me in, she licked me off, even as Sam and Sammy fucked her between them. It took a while because the randy bitch kept losing her concentration. She was nearly finished cleaning me when she came again. Her body bucked and this time the orgasm consumed her. I backed away from her flashing teeth.

Alissa moved against me from behind, a hand clasping my damp cock.

"Sonny, I don't know how you did this but thank you. I know this had to be risky, scary even. I wouldn't have known what I was going to do myself but here, now, I know its my turn. I'm going to fuck Sam and Sammy and I know that will change everything. I'll never be the same woman. I won't. But Sonny, I swear to you, nothing we do here will remove your collar from my neck. When you want me, you can have me, I swear it."

"Don't make those promises until you've spent a couple days fucking those two. You might not feel the same."

"It's my turn now." She said aloud.

Sammy backed his cock out of his aunt's ass and Melissa dismounted from Sam. She waddled over to a chair, started to sit but then just stood there. She smiled crookedly at me.

"The ass needs exercise." She rasped. "I've neglected it."

"Or whoever." I offered.

Sam lay alone on the bed. Alissa stood a couple steps away looking at him. They just stared at each other, both naked, both waiting for the other to make the first move. I was about to push Alissa a step forward when Sammy moved between them.

"Mom, Dad, I'm not telling you what to do, but do something. This sitskrieg is killing me. I don't know if we're a family that fucks together or hates each other. I need you two to decide something. Either shit or get off the pot. Okay, bad line." He chortled. "Either mount him like Sonny told you, Mom, or take off the collar and go home. Dad's here, to fuck you, to fuck Aunt Melissa but he's doing it in front of you and most importantly, with me. It's not to spite you or us or anything. It's because Aunt Melissa is a twisted bitch who loves to piss you off, so don't let her have that satisfaction. She fucked Sam Honeywell, you fuck Sam Honeywell. One thing she can't do, Mom, is fuck your husband, only you can fuck your husband."

Sam chose that moment to sit up on his elbows.

"Hey bitch, suck my cock already. You used to be pretty good. Come have a taste of your sister's cunt. I just fucked her. Did you see? After you clean her off, you can mount me and Sammy and I'll double up on you and you can suck your Master off so he can go and then we'll have you all to ourselves and we'll use you up. You'll wish you'd never put that collar on, bitch!"