Extending the MILF List Ch. 21

"Have you seen anyone have sex, Xavia?"

The girl twisted in her seat to look at us, her fine tits waving at me, er, us. She shook her head.

"Come along then. It's time. Ellen, anything left in the tank?"

She bristled at the question.

"Sonny, I'm like wine, I get better with age."

"I wasn't asking if you are too old."

"I was referring to getting better with practice, with use. I think you'll slide right into place, without any hitch."

I grunted, ignoring that she'd just called me stupid with her explanations, like I didn't actually comprehend something and needed guidance. Served me right for even suggesting she was getting old. I opened the door to the bedroom. Jamie had moved his chair several feet.

"Buddy, you need to comply with my arrangements since you have a lot more at stake than I do. Keep that in mind and don't fuck with me." I said through my teeth, tasting my earlier vintage of rage. I corked it again. I liked this guy but hated being disdained. I wanted him to fucking quit it. Disdain, however, is not something you can talk a guy out of. The process, I believed, was somewhat more organic.

Ellen slipped past me and spread out on the bed. Its funny how a woman as small and slight as she is could fill up a king sized bed like that but she did. It was like a diamond on a huge expanse of black velvet making it look plumb full. She lay down, legs splayed, arms out wide, grinding her ass down into the cushion of the mattress.

"Oh, that's nice. I do love a good, expensive mattress. Sonny, this one is made for fucking."

I grinned and casually began to undress. The St. Vincent women bobbed by the doorway, as though caught in an eddy they couldn't escape without help. I unbuttoned my shirt and shrugged it off. I pointed at Mrs. St. Vincent and gestured to the left side of the bed and then to the right for Xavia.

"We weren't properly introduced. I'm Sonny Duncan. The slut on the bed with her legs spread begging to be fucked is Ellen Collier..."

"God, please fuck me, Sonny! I'm begging you, put your big, huge turtle cock in my tight little quim! You big, strong, virile, hot, wonderful manly man, you!" Ellen whined. I ignored her. The bitch was mocking me. I should be used to it by now but that's something you just shouldn't get accustomed to.

"And as I understand it, you are Candice St. Vincent, Jamie's mother and Xavia St. Vincent, his sister. Just so we are clear, he just agreed to trade you both to me to be used for sex until sometime Monday or whenever I wear down and get tired of fucking you. Please, both of you agree to that. Say the words, say you agree that you want me to use you sexually for as long as I wish."

"Please, Mr. Duncan, use me and my daughter sexually for as long as you wish!" Candice whispered, her voice lush with lust. I shook my head and she looked duly surprised. She seemed oblivious to the possibility that I was messing with her just like she was with her son. That amused me.

"No, you both have to say it, but thank you, Candice, I love it when a mother offers herself and her daughter to me to be fucked. I prefer it when a woman asks to be fucked." I shrugged. "Used sexually is good too, though." I grinned, anticipation coursing through me like a stimulant.

Xavia noticed me, finally fixing her languorous eyes on me. Her rich lips curved up ever so slightly.

"Sonny," she whispered, her voice sounding so intimate, so soft. "Please shag me, please shag my mother, shag us together, shag us often, shag us while Jamie watches, shag us in each hole, shag us in the mouth, shag us in the quim, shag us in the ass, give us to your cunt here and make us eat her till she screams mercy and then shag us some more!"

I suddenly couldn't breathe. Either this girl had a lot of experience no one knew about or she had a robust fantasy life that I was about to explore in some detail! Whoopee!

"Perfect! Thank you." I unbuttoned my pants and stripped down, careful of my very hard cock. Naked, I crawled onto the bed. Ellen saw me coming and drew her knees up, opening herself up for me. I didn't bother with anything but aim, I fit my cock to her bubbling entrance and thrust down into her. She was oily slick. Ellen had been fucking for what? Three days straight? Her body hadn't had time to deal with all the cum we'd pumped into her and it had oozed out of her and down her legs. I was surprised she hadn't left a snail trail in her wake, a frozen path like she was the Silver Surfer.

Still, for all that, she still felt like a velvet trap, clamping down on me as I slid down into her. Her pussy clasped onto me and held me but swerved this way and that. It was like she was chewing me, gnawing at me with her toothless maw. For some reason, that simple moment exploded in my brain as a full erotic experience. I felt it in my brain and down my spine and in my belly. She groaned. It was mutual. Something about it, the St. Vincent women looking on, Jamie bound to his chair watching, her knees pulled up beside me. I arched my back, lifted my ass and rammed down into her body. I reached around her thighs and grasped her by the ass. God, but the little redhead does love cock!

Ellen, superheated from fucking father and son, being double penetrated, and then triple penetrated and then watching the family Honeywell, left her vibrating just below the surface of orgiastic plenty. She erupted immediately. Her body convulsed under me, twisting under my weight, her hands grasping her legs at the knees to keep the access road clear even as she arched under me. I rammed down into her, feeling the tight clinch of the orgasm possess her. Ellen screamed.

"Coming!"

"Oh bugger me!" Candice whispered. "So quick!"

It didn't matter to me that I didn't come. Ellen was so full of cum, she could have opened her own sperm bank with three teller lines. Still, when I tried to make a withdrawal, there was a big to do, and lots of paperwork, grunting and groaning and her little hands pulling at my sides. I had to shake her lose, like trying to get mussels off an outboard motor. When she dropped back to the bed, I backed away, wary of her possessiveness. Her legs splayed and splashed open. She panted with post orgasmic passion. I could tell she wanted to go again, like a Princess at Disneyland.

I got off the bed. The two St. Vincent women stared at me like sinners at communion stared at the baker. I pointed at Ellen's pussy.

"She needs cleaning." I said casually. "Mrs. St. Vincent, would you mind?"

In keeping with her recent history of utter daftness, she made a move for the bathroom.

"Uh uh." I grunted, "I mean, use your tongue to clean her up. Eat her. Lick her. Kiss if you like but get some of the cum in her out of her and into you, using your tongue. No wasting it."

Mrs. St. Vincent froze like she was a Nun and I'd asked her to zip up her pants. I was certain her confusion was genuine when she asked a question that confirmed my suspicion.

"Like this?"

"Like what?"

"I mean, uh, dressed?"

Mrs. St. Vincent wore a floppy top tied at the waist and a pair of slacks and flats, not flattering but not insulting either. Neutral, Swiss, not cheese, the country, uninvolved, voyeuristic but rich, and high, intoxicatingly high. The top was green which made her downy blond hair seem spun and fine. Her slacks were yellow, almost the light, lemon color of her hair.

I shrugged. I wasn't planning on fucking her while she ate Ellen. I wanted to see if the woman could make Ellen come, tongue on clit. A corpse with a twitch should have been able to make Ellen come at that moment, given her last few days. Normal people, regular people tend to get enough of things, food, entertainment, sex; Ellen was about as normal as a flying penguin or a camel on ice skates. She'd been fucking for three days and all it did was prime her, whet her appetite. She was at the surface of orgasm, lingering there waiting for the next opportunity to erupt. I'd lured her to the promise land and the greedy little cunt was building a house with a three car garage.

Candice was still watching me, waiting for more than a shrug, apparently. I pointed at Ellen's glistening little pussy.

"Eat her. Now." I said.

Mrs. St. Vincent got onto the bed and went down on Ellen with no small amount of enthusiasm. That enthusiasm increased each time Ellen convulsed with a new orgasm. By the fourth one, Candice had a hand between her own legs and was rubbing her slacks. I glanced at Jamie. He was wrestling with the chair. His cock was hard, even a non-crotch-watcher like me could see that.

Good.

I walked around the bed to where Xavia stared down on her fully dressed mother feeding between Ellen's bent legs. Ellen had pulled her knees up so that Candice lapped between her V'd thighs. Xavia watched with half-lidded eyes. I casually laid a hand on the arch of her impressive ass. Her body was perched on the front of her ass like modern sculpture, all balance that defies the eyes. Her ass curved behind her. Her back was straight but it dropped down to that ass that flared out in back like a peninsula, a bulging curve that made her seem to be leaning forward when she did no such thing, standing straight. The protrusion of her breasts, strong cones filled her tight sweater thoroughly, so as to accentuate the impression that she was canted forward and left the impression she was about to tip forward onto her face. Study told the eyes she was safely upright and further study indicated that if she did tip over, her tits would buffer her fall and cushion her from any damage. Her waist was narrow and lean, so that she had the build of the perfect woman formed for fucking. Lay her down and her full ass would roll her cunt up, presenting it for penetration and her tits would rise up to cuddle you on top of her. Perfect. Perfection.

My hand on the small of her back made my cock ache. I'd just negotiated for the explicit right to fuck her and I was suddenly in a great hurry to do just that. As always, I wanted to do more than a touch and go. I wanted landing rights and fucking gate privileges for a long time to come, literally. Still, a bird in the hand...

"Ever eaten pussy before?" I muttered softly, bending over the bird and the bush. She looked up at me. Her curly blond hair smelled fresh and wonderful. I smelled fine female. The rest of the day evaporated.

"No sir." She said, her voice a rough softness that seemed to run right up the length of my cock.

"Ever sucked cock before?" I asked.

She blinked at me, considering my question and her answer by turns.

I'd only just met her and already I was getting fresh. God, what's the world coming to?

"I don't know."

Ok. I didn't expect that answer.

"What do you mean? You don't know if you've sucked cock or not? How is that possible? Forget the insult to cocks everywhere, how can you not be sure your own fine self?"

She shook her head.

"No, sir. I don't know."

"Let me help." I was naked. I knew I could help. "Get on your knees."

She did. She put a hand on my bare thigh. All that boredom and ennui and hohum familiarity vanished from her face. She was eye to eye with my cock. She could see me but of course I couldn't see her with the one-eyed Johnson...jeez that sounds like a hillbilly pirate. I had to use my actual eyes, which I had closed for come goddamned reason. I could feel her, though. She was panting, her breath was hot, blowing on my cock head, which, given my late presence inside wet Ellen, made me not hot but cold, chilling my cock rather than heating me. I felt the heat on my dried out thighs though, but cool on my hot, hard cock. Go figure.

Ellen writhed on the bed, groaning, her voice tightening and rising with each groan, climbing towards that inevitable meeting at the apex where climaxes lived. Xavia lifted her other hand and steadied herself on her knees rising up a little. Her hands tightened on my thighs, hot and strong, stable and fixed. Her eyes had fixed on my cock, running up the length to the head above her eyes and then down to my balls. They clicked loose from my cock and balls and found my eyes, meeting my gaze. She blinked them at me several times. She licked her lips, one long, slow swipe of her tongue over her rich, full lips. It was so slow, so deliberate, it was difficult for me to believe she did not intend to tease me with it. Once complete, though, she made no other move, just staring past the arch of my cock at me, waiting.

She was awaiting instructions, I finally decided.

"That's her cum on me. Ellen's. Taste it. Stick out your tongue and taste it. That's what your mother is tasting." I whispered. My mouth was so dry, I could barely speak.

Xavia licked her lips again, but this time it was snake tongue fast. Zip! Out and back. Then that pink tongue appeared again and she touched the base of my cock with her hand. She rose up on her knees. She didn't move her tongue or head but lifted her whole body, moving her tongue on my cock by rising up on her knees. Her tongue, a scorching, searing point of contact on my skin ran up the length of my cock to just below the head. Her hands remained on my thighs.

I peeked to the side.

Jamie was straining forward in the chair, the belts restrained him, his head projected forward, his chin the furthest forward, far forward, his eyes bulging distorting them so I couldn't tell if he was seeing Xavia licking my cock or his mother eating Ellen.

"Use a hand, bend my cock down and kiss the end of it." I whispered.

Xavia did as I instructed.

On the bed, Candice lifted her head. It was one distinct and complete motion. Then with another distinct and complete motion, she turned it and looked at us. I swear I felt her eyes on me, touching my cock with them. Imagination, surely? She held that pose. She waited. I got it, I understood. She wanted to see Xavia suck my cock. I got it. Hell, I wanted to see it too so I opened my eyes and looked down again. I didn't now why I didn't go on with the process until Ellen grunted and lifted her head to look down her body, checking to see what had happened to the tongue in her twat. Ellen followed Candice's gaze, she looked over at us. I wanted everyone to see this girl's lips slip down my cock. I felt I owed them that, particularly Ellen. God, what an altruist I am. I should run for office; I do, well, I run for orifice actually.

Xavia was still looking up at me, one hand lay on the top of my cock, her fingers were straight, just pushing my cock down, not even grasping it, just tilting it down.

She kissed the head of my cock. Then she kissed it again.

I groaned. She kissed it again. I groaned again. She kissed it again. I groaned.

We made that a thing. For a couple minutes, she kissed and I groaned, back and forth like a tennis match.

"Jesus Christ, Sonny, tell her to suck it!" Ellen growled finally.

Truthfully, I couldn't tell who I was teasing. Her kisses were all different. One was wet and plush then the next would be all sisterly, for normal people not me, and dry, then it'd get all hot and wet again. Back and forth. I finally decided the little bitch was teasing me. I put my head on the back of her head and held her in place.

"Suck on the end of it." I whispered.

She didn't do that. She opened her mouth and let half my cock penetrate into it. Then she sucked on that. She treated it like a sucker. She sucked at it, like she was a rookie puffing on a cigar. It bothered me so I took a firm hold of a wad of her hair.

"Take a deep breath and relax your throat." I said. She did and I pushed her head onto my cock. My cock slid down her throat. No gag reflex, no jerk, nothing, just the relaxed, hot, wet, tightness of her throat constricting around my cock and the damp warmth of her breath blowing out of her nose into my pubic hair. Jesus, the girl was a natural. I'd had my cock in a lot of women's mouths and this woman just took it down her throat like she was drinking a cock. I mean Coke. Wow!

I looked around.

Okay. If someone is going to the trouble to suck your cock, it seems just rude to be gandering around and not be paying all your attention to their cock sucking technique but in this case, she had no technique. She didn't. I was fucking her face, which is to say my cock was shoved down her throat and that was all. There was no tongue, no lips, nothing but the natural pulse of our heartbeats surrounding my hard cock in her throat. She offered no stimulation at all. It was like she really was a blank slate.

"Suck." I said softly.

Ellen was watching. Candice was watching. Jamie was watching. Xavia sucked. Her throat closed around my cock. It was instantaneous, tight and complete. She pulled my cock into her throat as far down as it could possibly go and she just held it. I realized after about a minute that she wasn't breathing. I tapped her on the back of the head.

"Breathe Xavia." I said and she inhaled. A huge draught of air rushed past my cock.

When she said, "I don't know" regarding cocksucking, she meant "No," and her answer indicated her lack of experience and the reluctance to let us know about that lack. For a nineteen year old girl who looked like she did, it was nearly beyond conception that she'd be so...blank. She knew nothing, it seemed. I pulled my cock out of her mouth.

"Stand up." I said."

Xavia rose up like a puff of steam.

I undressed her. I watched Jamie as I disrobed his sister. First, I pulled the sweater off her torso. Her tits resisted and getting that stubborn, tight sweater off was so much fun, I almost put it back on and removed it a second time. I had to grasp each breast and worry the tight hem of the sweater over the cup of the bra to free it from her torso before I could get it off her head. I mussed her hair and was happy to do so.

Her bra was more lace than support, filled with her body rather than giving it shape. I took it off and it seemed to peel off her body like a layer of skin. Bare, her tits protruded like balconies. I rubbed them with the back of my hand and her eyelids fluttered like signal blinkers on a ship in the fog. I unfastened her blue jeans and wrestled them off her ass, which was a little like getting the Arabs to agree with the Israelis in the UN. Finally, I got her ass bared, finding she wore the skimpiest of briefs, skinned her jeans down her lean legs and off and the girl was naked. God but she needed shagging! I could smell her arousal wafting around us like a fog.

I left her, though, resisting the urge to mount her and tapped on Candice's flanks. Candice had returned to feeding between Ellen's legs. When I tapped on her thigh the third or fourth time, she finally came up for air. Ellen raised her head and glared at me.

"Hey, she was just starting to remember what eating pussy means."

"Time for you to teach Xavia about eating pussy." I whispered.

Ellen's eyes flicked to the naked girl and then back to me.

"What? No whipped cream in her pie?"

"You'd prefer some?"

"Wouldn't you?"

"God yes."

"Then let's have some."

I started to shake. Daughters first. Didn't someone once say that was a rule? Oh, me. Right.

Ellen rolled off the other side of the bed. I glanced at Candice. She had a drunk look in her eyes. Pussy drunk, I thought. God, I knew the feeling. I gestured at her naked daughter.

"Has she climaxed before?" I asked, just as a point of order.

It was a crushing moment when Candice shook her head.

"I don't think so?" Her answer sounded like a question. One of us was confused, perhaps both. She sat on her knees on the bed. She crawled to the side and stood up, beside Ellen who looked at her like she was a stupid waitress.

"Jesus, not even solo? What do you people do when you're bored?"