Sharing the MILF List Ch. 08 Pt. 2

Melissa was sucking at Sasha's pussy where she sprawled on the couch, her eyes closed and her face to the ceiling. Just as I arrived, Sasha groaned and then her body bucked a little, a lurch and then she lifted her knees and pulled her legs wide for the woman between them.

I looked at Chris and said, "Go fuck Annie. We need to give her, her due. Sasha needs to know we are good as our word on this sort of thing." Chris nodded with a secret smile as he dressed. On the deck, I saw him pull the belt of out of his slacks. The 'great minds' principle or something like it, I thought. I went behind the couch and pulled Sasha's hands over her head. At first she reached for my cock but when I crossed her wrists and put a half-hitch around them to hold them to allow me to start binding her, she tried to sit up but I held her in place. Melissa sat back and saw Sasha's crossed wrists. I wrapped several loops around her wrists and then wound some of the long scarf around the loops, between her arms. With a half-hitch I secured it and then pulled it down and tied it loosely to a leg of the couch. Melissa stood up. Sammy was just pulling his cock out of his mother's gaping cunt when I sat Sasha forward and had her turn to kneel on the cushions of the high-backed couch. I tightened the lead to her hands, pulling her over the tall couch, making her head hang down the back.

I quickly moved around behind her and secured the other two scarves to each knee which I tied off to the end legs of the couch. I snapped the belt and then laid it across Sasha's ass with a loud thwack! Sasha grunted but lifted her ass.

"Count for us, Mrs. Rossini."

Landon looked over at Brent.

I struck Sasha again.

"Two, sir." She grunted from behind the couch.

I hit her harder. "Louder, Mrs. Rossini. We need to know how much you love the belt!" I hit her harder still and Natasha Rossini screamed, "Four, Sonny!" Her voice filled the house.

"What the fuck, Sonny?" Landon said. His face always got red when he was rattled and he was red as a fire truck.

"Landon, you do not have to fuck her when I am done but I recommend the beaten ass to anyone who like to fuck women." I looked directly at Alissa and her eyes had that hard glint in them again. The cock had done her no good, I reasoned belatedly; an opportunity missed. She appeared to have regressed. I shrugged mentally again and the belt whistled when I struck Sasha again. Her scream was raw.

"Sonny! Stop it!" Landon spoke through gritted teeth.

I looked calmly at him. "You don't hear her complaining, do you? You don't like the sound of her voice, go put your cock down her throat." Adrenaline pumped in my ears. The feeling of striking Sasha while they all watched provided an unexpected buzz, one I would not let Landon dampen.

Landon glared at me for a moment. Chris appeared at the door and somehow seemed to intuit something beyond anything he could have known. He went right to Sasha and offered her his humid cock. She licked at it and sucked and when she had him full in her mouth, I struck her again, lighter but still stingingly soundly. She made a noise which Chris' cock muffled.

"Melissa?"

"Six, Sonny." She said immediately. I glanced at her and found her face enraptured, staring at the other woman's upraised ass, turning blotchy red.

I held out the belt, "anyone care to have a go?" When no one spoke, I struck the woman's ass again. Her body wagged over the couch, her ass, lifting and she managed to expel Chris' newly hard cock.

"Seven, sir." Natasha screeched.

"Sammy? You can do her a few and then go fuck Annie for a tick or two."

His eyes were tight and tense. At first he shook his head but then he half grinned. "Whatever you say, Sonny. Fuck Annie, he says. Whip Mrs. Rossini, he says. Fuck Landon, Sonny has all the good ideas all of a sudden!"

I so wanted to tell him about his mother but I dared not glance at her or that little tidbit would be given away. Sammy took the belt and swung it like he was scattering bird seed.

Sasha lifted her head and tried to see over the back of the couch. "What was that?" She asked, her voice strong but thick, thick with something beyond the strain of bearing her weight on her stomach. "Is your arm broken? Heat me up, boy!" Her tone sneered

For a moment I worried about the effect it would have on Sonny, her tone and her choice of words. But presumed she was baiting him.

When Sammy looked at me I glimpsed the 'do not fuck with Sammy' look he could get in the very infrequent times when his anger rose. The next blow was not soft. Sasha howled and dropped back out of sight. She succeeded in getting what she asked for.

"Eight," she managed through the ragged tatters of her voice. Sammy struck her again, hard. "Ohhhh gawd, nine. My assssssssss is burning. I am running wet. If you enter me, you can make me come!"

Everyone looked at me and though I liked that, I still shrugged. "Sammy, give Annie another taste of her." Sammy nodded and moved behind the woman. She lowered her ass and he was able to grasp it. Sasha flinched but true to her word, when he entered her, she screamed and her whole body bucked and bucked and bucked, testing her bounds and the couch with the violence of her orgasm. Finally she eased and calmed. Sammy had not managed to remain in her pussy but stood with a dick frosted with her juice. He pulled on his clothes and dashed out the door, leaving my belt beside Sasha.

I said nothing. Finally, Landon, his face back to its normal color, took a step. It was almost comical to watch him. I could see he wanted to pick up the belt but something inside him resisted. He took one more step but then stopped and did not move. Nor did we all.

At that moment, Melissa separated from Brent's hold on her ass and found Landon's little stack of clothing she had gathered after he returned from fucking Annie. Very deliberately, she lifted up his white slacks and pulled the broad black belt through the loops but very slowly. On the couch, Sasha tried to raise up to look at us but lacked the slack to do so.

"Fuck me or spank me!" She said in the strained voice of the bent.

Melissa walked to Landon and offered him his own belt. Almost automatically, he took it. But then he looked back at me and I saw something that seemed so unlike him; I saw uncertainty. Behind it I saw a raving desire which is what I think Melissa saw. She touched his arm. "If it was me, when it is me, I would wish you to do it, Landon. Hard, baby, really, really hard! Make her scream!" She said and then turned her back on him and walked up the two steps to where the rest of us stood.

"Oh please, please! Do something!" Sasha whined, unaware of the drama building behind her rosy, weaving ass.

Landon's face hardened and he moved beside Sasha's perfect ass. He laid the belt across it with a loud crack. Sasha flinched and jumped, belatedly calling out, "Nine, sir."

Landon struck her ten more times, varying the force and frequency. After each, Natasha called out the count. At least twice she convulsed through wicked climaxes. At twenty, though, her voice broke and she wept, crying hard. Landon did not move.

Brent moved over to him, two nude guys staring at a woman's flaming ass. He pulled his mother's ass down and entered her. His enormous cock sank into her without resistance, filling her and when he clamped against her fiery ass, Natasha screamed and bucked into a new series of orgasms different entirely from the orgasms she had displayed while Landon beat her. Brent grimly pulled out of his mother's pussy, his cock streaked with the evidence of her intense arousal. Sammy appeared at the door and like Chris, presented his cock to Sasha to clean, which she did muffling her sobs. We all waited. Sammy came around the couch, his cock once more erect.

"Aunt Melissa, I need to soak my cock a bit." He said. She moved over to him and he turned her around, lifted her skirt and ran his cock into her, pulling her hips back against him as his cock sank into her. She grunted and dropped her head, but one hand fluttered up to grasp and massage one of her wondrous breasts.

I glanced at Alissa and saw hunger in her eyes. Nor did she release the image of her son to look around her. Her eyes fixed on them and as Sammy pumped his aunt. His mother's body bobbed in time with her sister's as she moved with the impetus of the man feeding her sister his cock.

Brent broke the moment with a new blow to his mother's ass. She screamed. He hit her again and she screamed, blubbering but not speaking. He hit her three more times each time leaving a bright white impression on her scarlet ass. I moved to take the belt from him and he backed away, his eyes aflame with the actions he had just taken. I hesitated and he struck his mother again. She screamed. He struck her again, harder, and again with more force. He was trembling. I took the belt from his hand and he staggered away. I went around the couch and released Sasha's hands but left them bound together. With her writhing and weeping above me, I released the ties on her legs. "Melissa," I said.

Melissa twisted off her nephew's cock and staggered over to where I stood behind Sasha, her eyes wild. I handed the two scarves tied to Sasha's knees. "Come with us." I helped Sasha off the couch and led her to the stairs with Melissa trailing us. "Are you all coming?" I asked. "We need a bed for the next part." I pulled on Mrs. Rossini's wrists with the lead and she followed me up the stairs.

We vacated the downstairs, leaving Laura and Alissa alone, tied to their chairs. In the master bedroom, I led Sasha to the bed. "On the bed, on your knees. Time for us all to fuck you."

For a moment, she just stared at me, her face a mask of conflicting emotions, most of which suggested zealous expectation. Awkwardly, she crawled onto the bed and crouched. Melissa got pillows and while everyone else filed into the room, she made the woman comfortable. I tied her hands to the brass headboard. Melissa and I bound her knees down to the foot legs. I got onto the bed, moving between Sasha's ankles. Sasha widened her knees and arched her back, parting her ass cheeks and presenting me with her pussy. I entered her, finding her gushing and sloppy wet but fiery hot and greasy slick. When I hammered home, she groaned and then her body bucked into a new climax. She seemed primed to come whenever we did anything to her. She panted, she gasped, she wheezed but once my cock sluiced into her, she screamed again and again, her hot ass burning against me.

After four or five thrusts I pulled free. I wanted her ass. I turned to the other guys. "Fuck her good. She deserves it." I padded, nude, downstairs. At the bottom of the stairs I heard her shrieking again. She had finally gotten to the point of expressing herself. Her voice was raw with passion, desire and need.

I confronted the two bound women. I moved to Laura and helped her tip it forward and then helped her walk off the back of it. I repeated it with Alissa and they both looked thankful. A new cry from upstairs startled them both.

"Do you need the toilet?" I asked and both nodded. "Laura, you take Alissa. I'll release you. Come right back here." I unwound the scarves from her hands, noting they were pink and warm. She rubbed them nonetheless and then led Alissa to the downstairs toilet. When they returned, I bound Laura again and then pushed her to her knees and fed her my cock. She licked and sucked, looking up at me with a face of pure passion and, I hesitate to say it, love. She seemed so thrilled, so happy to have my cock sliding down her throat, I almost came.

Alissa stood beside me watching Laura suck my cock. From upstairs, Sasha screamed again, her voice flayed and raw with rising passion. Alissa's eyes kept glancing at the stairs, becoming increasingly wild. I understood. She wished to see, she wanted to watch. I finally pulled free of Laura's attentive mouth and Alissa's face showed eager relief. But when I turned Laura around and bent her over, holding her hands above her ass while I entered her, I thought Alissa was going to run for the stairs. But she duly turned her eyes to the sex before them and watched me push half my cock into Laura's well-lubed pussy. I withdrew my cock and then shoved harder and deeper.

Laura squawked and then screwed her ass back at me till her cheeks were pressed hard against me. Then she shifted her ass back and forth, twisting and swirling it, stirring her pussy with my cock. I pulled free. Alissa stared down at it, streaked with Laura's juice. She panted around the dank gag in her mouth. Her eyes finally shifted up to mine. Laura straightened, a disappointed sigh rasping in her throat.

"Want to suck my cock, Alissa?" I asked.

She hesitated only one heartbeat before nodding. Her first motion was a single nod but then with a moment's reflection, she nodded completely, enthusiastically.

I smiled grimly and her face reflected my words. "Not today, girl. Maybe not ever unless you figure out the situation." I walked to the stairs, turning to look back at the two bound women. "Are you two coming or do you want to stay down here and eat each other?" I intended it as a rhetorical alternative but the blond and the beautiful sexy black woman looked at each other and the look they exchanged was priceless; appraising, slightly interested, gauging. "Oh, come on!" I said.

I went upstairs with the two of them toddling along behind me. Funny how binding their arms behind them made them walk more carefully.