Sharing the MILF List Ch. 08 Pt. 3

"Her ass, Sonny." Sammy said tightly, showing me a finger with glistening line of lube on it. Melissa had more ideas. With a scarf, she bound Sasha's wrists together and then wrapped the remainder of the scarf around headboard's crosspiece. Sasha gripped it and sought to lift her ass. Sammy moved behind her and I felt Sasha flinch and tighten. Her pussy rippled around my cock while her thighs clinched against me.

Landon came around the bed, moved Alissa back with an elbow which earned him a dark look from the bound woman. He released Natasha, removed her robe and bound her lower on the headboard which allowed her to lie more comfortably on my chest. She flinched and jerked again. Behind her, the bed lurched and she shivered and moaned.

"Oh, Sammy sweet Sammy darling I feel your cock at my ass. Put it in me, sweet Sammy, plug me, fuck me make me airtight!" She turned her face to Landon who had his cock in his hand. She twisted her body while settling her hips down firmly onto mine, rooting my cock deep into her pussy. She leaned over me, scraping my face with her dangling breasts. Her mouth fit over the end of Landon's cock and then she jumped, her body lifted and then she was straining back. A keening started deep in her throat. I gripped her hips and pulled her hard against mine, seating my cock more thoroughly inside of her. Her inner muscles writhed and seethed with stimulation and excitement. I benefited. Her breasts wagged over my face and I managed to get one into my mouth. I sucked hard and unconsciously crushed her body harder against me with my hand. She became very still. Then I felt Sammy pressing at her ass, a sort of soft motion that shifted her body on top of me. Then I felt that motion change direction followed by a sudden, profound lurch.

Natasha grunted.

"Wait a minute, Sammy." Landon said.

Through the tangle of Natasha's tits, hair and her straining neck, I saw Landon grip her face and push it down. Her hands, bound above my head made it impossible for her to follow the motion so it wrenched her, twisting her.

"Now, Sonny, hold her ass still while Sammy fucks this airtight bitch!" Landon said through gritted teeth.

The world moved. I held Natasha still but her body seemed to shift and surge around me, around my cock. Her pussy pulled and sucked. Then her hips began to hunch but not with any accompanying muscular action on her part. Her body was fixed in place; she was being moved and I felt Sammy deep inside her ass trying to reach out and touch me. I pulled her hard down onto my cock and felt his weight on her. Natasha screamed around the cock jammed in her throat. Her body was twisted and held and penetrated from all angles. Then I felt it; the woman began to shake. Her flesh seemed alive with inner motion. Landon groaned and I felt Sammy's motion shift speed. Natasha's hips were crushed against me and she flexed them, first against me and then back at the cock in her ass. She grunted and groaned. Sammy, feeling the genius of the situation and went still. Natasha moaned and shifted her body to a more comfortable position and then her hips began to twitch back and forth on the two cocks. Her torso moved as she moved her head up and down on Landon's cock.

The feeling that flooded through and around me thrilled to the core. The woman fucking me was feeling something I could never feel. She shivered and twitched, her voice grunting and her hips ground down on me then drove back at Sammy over and over again. My own orgasm appeared in the distance and as it eased forward, closer, Natasha began to pant and grunt, blowing through her nose with a sort of erotic desperation that thrummed through the rest of her body. Her body began to shake. Sammy resumed hammering against her from above and I hunched up at her, pulling her hips. The tit filled my mouth so that when my climax arrived, I sucked on her hard and Natasha began to struggle against us. I held her firm and Sammy redoubled the force of his penetration of her ass. Mrs. Rossini keened and shook; her body rocking and convulsing and quaking.

I erupted deep inside her pussy. I felt her body jimmy which I took to be Sammy coming into her ass. Landon growled and Natasha felt three men coming into her body at the same time. The threatening storm of her orgasm broke and she shrieked deep in her throat, then swallowed the sound and Landon's cum. Her body thrashed and she bucked on top of me, her arms locked over my head. I held on but her motion and the flashing pleasure of my own orgasm took hold of me and I almost lost her breast but bit down hard on the end of it. The impact of her climax and the feeling of my teeth on her nipple catapulted her into a paroxysm of pleasure.

Landon pulled his cock out of her mouth which allowed her voice to take on something with words but not much sense. I arched underneath her. I felt Sammy respond and we pinned her hard between us. The action seemed to bounce her out of a descent into another orgasmic ascent which made her buck between us. Without needing to suck on Landon, she straightened, gripped the headboard and bucked, convulsing and shaking with the new heights of orgasm. The two cocks lodged in her body prevent her from moving very much. Her face turned down to me; her eyes were clinched tight and her lips were pulled back in a taut grimace of helpless tension. Her hair flailed above me, her head shook and her whole body shook. Unbelievably, another contraction wracked me and my cock lurched inside the woman. The feeling seemed to echo inside her, reverberating but her body seemed to amplify it so that at some point, she passed from the clutches of the present orgasm into another, new wave of orgasmic ecstasy. I felt Sammy grinding into her but she seemed oblivious to us both. But then she opened her eyes and seeming to see me between her elbows, bent down and kissed me hard, all lips and tongue and joyful lust. She rode me like she was chasing pleasure, rocking her hips back and forth between our cocks.

Then it was over. She jerked once, twice and her whole body went slack. She draped herself over me with a loud suspiration.

Natasha Rossini became still.

For several moments, there was no sound, no movement.

"Jesus Christ, I have never seen anything like that before." Melissa said into the silence.

Sammy groaned and pulled free of Sasha's ass. Sasha tried to lift her head but she could not, she dropped it back down beside mine. "Sonny," she whispered. "Anything you want. Ever." She whispered. "I have never been fucked like that before."

"You are not finished yet, woman." I whispered back.

She lifted her body, trying it to see if it was back to obeying her conscious mind. She gazed down at me, her eyes glittering with arousal. "This is my day and I want it all! Everyone gets to fuck Natasha!" She said loud enough for all to hear. "Ass, mouth, cunt—I want cocks in every hole. I am an airtight princess!" She sat as far back as she could, bound as she was. "Take my hands loose, you could not get me to pass on this if you tried. Oh, gawd girls, you have to try this. Being fucked like that! Oh fuck it is unbelievable!" She rocked off of me, releasing my cock and a flood of her juice and mine.

Chris untied her and she flopped beside me. I was not entirely sure I could get off the bed. My body sang but I was not positive it would listen to me if I asked anything of it. I closed my eyes. Then I felt lips on my cock. Melissa was licking Natasha off my lank cock, the bitch. My cock got hard in her mouth, the shit! I had no energy left to do more than blink my eyes and my cock was raring to go.

Melissa pulled off me and moved over my face, staring down at me. "Geezus, Sonny, is that what airtight means? A woman going out of her mind with pleasure? Fuck yes, I want that!" She lurched onto me and turned angrily to find Alissa behind her, shoving at her sister's bent form with her hips. Melissa inhaled, I figured, to spit some imprecation at her jealous sister but I pressed a limp hand against her clothed breast and she twisted to look at me, lascivious hope in her eyes.

"Air, need air." I managed. She struggled off, pushing her sister back with her ass. I managed to sit upright. I felt lightheaded. I got to my feet, wavering by the bed. "This bed is too small. Take Mrs. Rossini into the master bedroom and do her ass for her. I have to go next door and wrap things up with Annie . . . and see if I can get some strength back."

Chris chortled. Then sobered. "Can I whip Mrs. Rossini's ass while you are gone?"

Natasha's eyes opened. I saw the fear but could not discern if she was aching yet or if it would add or subtract to her experience. "Ask her." I said and tottered out of the door. I knew leaving had the potential to see every pussy in the room getting fucked while I was gone. The atmosphere was thick with a mixture of female need and the unleashed male lust. I almost went to pull Alissa out of the maelstrom but did not have the energy to bother. If she got hers, she might get nothing else, I vowed. She had to shift how she treated me, how she understood the MILF list. Despite the thought, I wanted to fuck her. I longed to fuck her. I wanted to beat her to tears and then fuck her pussy and ass and make her airtight.

In that moment, I almost broke. I wanted her so badly but thank god for Annie. I knew I needed to go finish up with her and let her know we were done with her for a while since her husband was returning tomorrow. I needed to leave her the message to let me know when he left next so we could give her more, that is, if she wanted more. I needed to know that, to reaffirm that again.

My cock was hard so that was not the issue. I staggered down stairs and found orange juice in the fridge. I drank a couple glasses. The chill braced me. From deep in the house I heard a woman begin to scream. Natasha had her mind made up for her, apparently.

I dressed idly. The day was dim outside. Night was falling. I got shoes on and stumbled off the deck, through the hedge. I noticed a track in the grass and hoped Annie could explain it to her husband. I walked up the steps to her deck and tried the back door. It opened.

I shit you not, my cock swelled and was impossibly hard. I felt like some sort of fucking freak. After what I had just experienced . . . it made no sense to me that my body was already preparing to penetrate the Asian woman.

She was not in the living room or kitchen. I did not feel up to sparing with her. "Annie?" I called. I heard something upstairs so I called again, "Annie? Mrs. Kingston?"

Silence.

I shook my head. I had to go up the stairs. I had no idea what the fucking woman was going to greet me with. I certainly did not expect what I found. She was on her bed, on her knees. Her hands her planted against the headboard, tied there with soft, fuzzy rope. Her head was down when I looked through the door into her bedroom. But she was expertly bound onto her bed. A strap was fixed around her waist which was tied to the high posts at the foot of the bed. Her knees had cuffs around them with lines pulled taut and tied down to the low posts of the head of the bed. With her hands tied midway up the scroll work headboard, she could barely move. My cock got really hard. I could see the distinct slit of her pussy between her slender hips. In the light from the lamp by the door, her pussy glinted and winked with moisture. Slowly I began to undress.

Annie's head came up. I understood. Her eyes were covered with thin black wrap pulled tight around her kinky black hair. And she had ear buds which were attached to a little Ipod hanging by her hands. She tried to look around, showing me her covered eyes and her thick, open lips. She cocked her head but she surely could not hear me but when I moved, I saw the shadow I cast move on the wall. Annie turned back and dropped her head.

Fuck me, I thought. Landon must have been the one to tie her up like this. It was pretty impressive and rather than think through that thought, like where the strap around her waist came from, I finished striping and got on the bed. As soon as Annie felt the bed shift, her head came up again. She twisted her body, trying to look back over her shoulder but blindfolded, it was a waste. I was so hard. I think it had to do with the backwash of memory; Natasha caught in the throes of ecstasy, her body possessed by three men at the same time, just the idea of making her airtight was erotic enough but now, away from them all, seeing Annie, bound, helpless and nude on the bed, I felt a powerful flush of energy rise up in me. I wanted her. I want to make her fuck me, to take what was offered without any restriction. I moved behind her.

She felt the motion? "Hello? Who there?" True fear lanced through her voice.

I did not understand at that moment. My mind was a swirl of sensations and images of Natasha on her knees between Melissa's legs and Brent hammering her from behind; Laura Wills sucking my cock while she looked up at me, her eyes wide and shining. Alissa Honeywell bound to a chair, her eyes fierce while I fondled her bare breasts and then fucked her narrowly, leaving her panting for a completion she was destined never to get. I resolved in that moment that I would bind her tonight and prevent her from coming till Monday. I smiled. No such restriction for Annie Kingston.

I moved behind Annie and touched her thighs with mine as I knelt behind her. She dropped her head. My cock entered her.

"Oh yes, please fuck me! Make me come, please! Fuck hard, fuck hard, please! Who you are, fuck me, fuck me." She raved. Her body accepted me with what can only have been delight. Her flesh parted and I was buried to the hilt in her wet, clinching sheathe. She grunted. She tried to press her ass back at me but her knees would not allow much shift back, though she did succeed in planting me into her pussy. I gripped her hips and thrust into her several times. The pleasure was immense! She seemed to pull at me with her inner muscles. I thought of Melissa and how we were going to treat her tomorrow, airtight and all and how Laura would enjoy serving while Melissa's sister watched, bound and frustrated. I had watched Laura. She had watched Alissa's discomfort and even through her own craving, when she looked at Alissa and stared at the coiled and bound woman with unrequited desire, Laura wanted that denial for herself. She was jealous of Alissa!

I increased my speed, fucking Annie with a new fury. I heard something behind me and I stopped, trying to twist without pulling out of her welcoming cunt. I saw nothing, heard nothing. I leaned over her lithe back and pulled the ear buds from Annie's ear. "Are you alone?" I asked, not thinking much of the question.

"Fuck Annie." She said, her voice a quick whine. "Make me come. That you Sonny? Fuck me, please. I wait all day for you." She crushed her slim ass back against me as far as she could, which was not far. She was cleverly suspended on her bed, with only the slightest slack in her bonds. She grunted with satisfaction as my cock sliced into her again

The hot pleasure of her body, the radiating need seduced me. I gripped her hips and began to fuck her. I began slow, slow fucking her like Landon liked to do. Then I sped up and soon I was hammering her and Annie was screaming for me to come to her, to fill her and calling my name. I felt my orgasm swelling up in me, rising from my toes and I was about to crush her with a new rush of energy when the air when out of the room.

"Finally," a horrible deep voice said from behind me. "Sonny Duncan has come to fuck my wife." A shadow fell over me and for a moment I was terrified but Annie screamed, 'fuck me, Sonny, fuck me!'

I think in my lizard brain I figured if I was going to die, the best thing to do was to die in mid-orgasm, or best, post-orgasm and since Sid was likely to kill us both, certainly able, I should give her the best I had because we were both surely going to die fucking. So I roared and pounded against her little body. Annie's head jerked back, her back bowed and then flexed which seemed first to open her then she clinched. She screamed and grunted and my own climax reared up and filled me. I jammed my cock hard into Annie and she lifted her ass to receive me. I was still coming when the shadow changed.

I felt Annie's ties to her waist release and three pillows plopped down beside her heaving head. I was still pumping into her as a big, huge fucking hands, removed her ear buds, unclasped her hands and pulled them wide which moved her forward. I was not done coming so I followed her body forward, gripping her hips as I filled her pussy full of my cum, perhaps my last come. Annie felt me pouring into her body and something switched on inside her. Her pussy sizzled around me, clinching and pulling. Her back bowed then arched, pushing her pussy onto and then pulling it off my cock several times before she finally convulsed and her climax peaked. She thrashed at her partial bonds and at my cock and my hand on her waist. She groaned and then she spread her knees and tried to sink down to the bed. I refused her, pulling her back into place on my cock.

"She wants you to flick her clit. Touch her and she'll go off." That deep, foreboding rumble said. The shadows shifted around us and a huge form appeared. Sid Kingston sat in the easy chair tucked between the head of the bed and the window. He crossed his long legs and sipped from a tumbler with ice it. He seemed calm. "Go on. Touch her clit. She is dying to come. Has been most of the day. She fucking loves fear and believe me, she has been scared shitless for a whole day.

I am not sure what or if I was thinking. I reached around Annie and stroked her pussy. Making Annie come seemed like my true calling at that moment. True to Sid's prediction, Annie bucked and thrashed and then her body went nuts. My cock lost its place in her pussy and I even backed away from her, watching in awe as the little woman surrendered to a sexual apoplexy of heroic dimensions. She shook and strained and quaked and shivered and grunted, grinding her teeth and shaking her hair around her quivering shoulders.

I sat back amazed at her display.

Finally, I looked up at Sid Kingston as he sipped from his glass. Sid Kingston was around seventy or so but he was no old man. His hair was steel gray and full. He was every bit of six-nine, perhaps more. His head looked like an Easter Island statue it was so large, with the same planes and angle; cheekbones so high his cheeks hollowed below them and likely always had. His eyes were huge and his hands were about the size of my head. As he aged, he did not go soft or get squishy. He became more angular, like a stick man, turning angular with flat planes where other men his age became soft, bulging wrecks. Sid Kingston looked like an Ent—you know, the tree people from Tolkien! His skin was everywhere Indian brown though he was no more Indian, dot or otherwise, than I was.

Now you might ask, what in the fucking world was I doing fucking such a man's wife? Youth, I can claim. Opportunity too, but really, it was because she liked it. If her big, dangerous looking husband did not have what it took to keep her sexually satisfied . . .? Well, it was a gamble at best but I had had a good life. My internal, mental shrug had a sort of fatalistic, freed exuberance to it which was heady and luscious at the same time.

"So you are the new author?"

Sid Kingston regarded me for a moment, sipped and looked at me through the glass before sitting it down on his big, bent knee.

All I could think was that I was fucked.

Sid continued. "Medium McClusky? The Pleasure Contracts? I looked them up while I was waiting for you to finally come by to fuck my little wife here. Not bad. Love the Kindle. I have it on the IPAD. I downloaded the first couple installments. I heard one of your little friends telling Annie what you were doing. He seemed unduly proud of something that was not his but then you gave him a shot at little Annie here, didn't you. Who is that you are fucking over there? Don't tell me you are playing poker and coming over here ever so often to fuck my wife?" He hesitated.