Extending the MILF List Ch. 22

"You never asked." I returned, standing up. I toed off my sneakers and striped my pants down my legs, along with my briefs. My cock glistened with Tawny's preparations. I walked over to my older sister. When I touched her tail bone, she hissed.

"Fuck me, Sonny!" My finger trailed down her flexed ass crack to the pursed glory of her wet cunt. I pushed the finger into her and she hissed again but her voice did not repeat any words.

"Are all you Duncan women horny?" D. Debra whispered.

"Yes." All three of my sisters said together like it was rehearsed, a common question they had to constantly answer and had learned to answer in unison to punctuate the answer into a proud affirmation that could not be rationally doubted.

My back was too the room now, my finger moved inside Georgia and she whimpered. Her body shifted a little, her legs bending and straightening and I realized she was attempting to get some friction started inside her slick cunt. It was slick too, so well oiled I doubt she could have kept a hair brush tucked inside her, and I don't mean the handle that the dildo-less females resort to when the pussy cries to be filled with something, anything. I mean the business end, all bristles and spines. She felt slick enough to spit that out of her snatch like a rude drunk being thrown out of a WASP wake, if there is such a thing. I pumped Georgia's cunt a few times with my fingers. It clinched around my finger, gnawing at it like a toothless hag chowing down on a steak she could never chew but was in love with the taste. She groaned in that most satisfying way that says you're touching the right spots but also tells you the female has no more concern with who or what you are than if you were plugged into an outlet and buzzed for a living.

"Cock." Georgia whispered, her hands pulled harder on her ass, spreading herself open more, if that were possible. I withdrew my finger from her cunt and positioned my cock there.

A sudden thought dredged out of years of reading all sorts of erotica taunted me and I gave it voice.

"Beg, little sister." I muttered. "Beg for my cock."

"Fuck you, Sonny, just fuck me or by god I'll butt fuck you with a hatrack. Cock. In my cunt. Now." My sister may have been bent over the table but she wasn't bent over anything for anyone. I complied immediately from the twin motivation of her red-headed threat and her nibbling pussy kissing the head of my hard cock. The real threat of pain and the promise of pleasure can be thoroughly motivating. I grunted and pressed onward angel, sliding my cock into her hot, open, clinching and clasping and gasping and raspingly rich raucous cunt. I groaned. My sister has a marvelous cunt and my cock fit inside it perfectly. I know, my cock fits perfectly in every cunt I can get to slow down long enough for me to mount it...still, Georgia has a mighty fine cunt. And I, me hearties, was buried in it up to me balls!

"Sonny. Stop!" D. Debra's voice lashed at my back.

I stopped. I knew that things were going to require a man's firm control in about a minute. This girl did not know how to share. Sure enough, D. Debra appeared around my right side, moved to the middle of the table where my sister's head laid facing away from her. D. Debra grasped Georgia by the hair and lifted her head roughly off the table.

"What did you say, bitch?" D. Debra snarled, bending down to put her face, close to Georgia.

"Hey, Goddammit...!" Georgia's voice uncoiled like a bull whip then tightened up like a rattlesnake. Unfortunately, her cunt gulped and clinched around my cock and I forgot every existentialist precept I'd ever known about. This was transcendentalism at its best.

"Cunt, I won't have you disrespecting my boyfriend that way. Now apologize, and speak to him with respect!" D. Debra's voice was a snarl of barbed wire coated with acid. She sounded really angry...but then I remembered she was a stage actress and mentally shrugged it off. I was just getting around to asking why she was doing this when Dalia spoke up. Georgia's possessive little slot slowed down my mental processes.

"Sonny, are you going to let this blond puddle of cunt lard talk to your sister that way?"

That surprised me. Dalia was the least likely of us to take umbrage...but then she was also the most protective of the rest of us, the mother hen in CC's absence. I put it altogether later, the dynamics and the rationale for what was happening. At the time I was just dodging bullets, barbs and the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, unwilling or unable to take arms against this rising tide of trouble with no thought about ending it. Dalia's voice, however, brought me up short.

Suddenly it was clear to me, something that had escaped me all this time. I'd been pussyfooting around the truth, so to speak. The truth was that this plethora of pussy, this collection of cunt, this snarl of snatch depended on me to keep it ordered and directed in the way it should go. Left alone, this was what I'd have...a fucking cat fight!

I pulled out of my sister's cunt and moved to D. Debra, grasping her by the upper arm. She flashed a look of such venal intent that I cringed but only for a moment. I was acting to preserve my access to the cosmic amount of pussy the universe had sent my way and nothing else. At base, I am a superstitious little slut who needs metaphysics to justify my actions.

"What do you want, Sonny?" D. Debra growled.

"Knees." I grunted.

"What?" She looked at me askance, the dark fury in her face softened a little, diluted by new confusion. She looked like she just realized her new knickers were lined with velvet and the sensation had changed her bad mood to something more delightful.

"Knees." I repeated, my voice was flat, uninflected.

For a moment, she stared at me. She didn't move. The room held it's breath, well, except for Dori who was still happily sucking Jamie's cock. And I suppose, Jamie who was happily letting her. The sound of her groaning and slurping scored the moment and seemed to give it real meaning. I didn't move, nor did I blink or look away from D. Debra's fierce eyes. For much longer than I thought possible, I stared at D. Debra Hamilton, meeting her glare with the blandest most unconcerned gaze I had at my disposal. I awaited her compliance the way you wait for an orgasm to finish its work in you.

Then, it happened.

D. Debra Hamilton blinked. She blinked, then dropped her eyes, then, very slowly as though waiting for me to change my mind, she got to her knees. When she looked up at me, I laid a hand on the side of her face, a very slight but definite caress.

"You've seen me fuck my sister. You'll watch while I fuck them all, all three and if and when my mother returns, you'll see me fuck my mother. If I had aunts, I'd fuck them for you. I don't. So now, Debbie cunt, you are mine." She flinched but kept her cheek pressed against my gentle hand. "I own you, your three holes and what's best, that thing you keep between your ears and I don't mean your mouth, or my cock for that matter. I own you, D. Debra Hamilton. You're mine and you will obey me when I direct you to do what is well within your boundaries. I own you. I own you. I own you." I guess I thought three times made it legal.

No one moved. Even Dori's sucking had ceased. That horny bitch was humming now. D. Debra did not move. Her eyes were shining though and I swear she was quivering.

"Open your mouth, Debbie cunt." I whispered. She did.

"Extend your tongue." I said, a bit louder now. She did. The compliance was instantaneous. I felt an electric thrill run through me similar to the realization I'd had these many months ago that the MILFs were actually women that I could have. It was like that. A flash of insight into what the universe had made possible to me, if I would just reach out and make it so. I reached out, took hold of my cock and laid it onto D. Debra Hamilton's extended tongue. "Do not move."

She did not move. The longer I left it there, unmoving, the more her eyes twitched back and forth. Saliva pooled in her mouth and soon ran down her chin, first in a glittering line, then in a little curtain that covered her chin. It dripped from her chin and then flowed. Still she didn't move. Her eyes were fixed on me.

"I know what you want, what you need. You're mine. Do you agree?"

Her nod was slight but definite, slight because she had to keep her tongue in contact with my hard, drooling cock. I removed my cock from her tongue.

"What are you, D. Debra?"

"I am yours." D. Debra spoke with such pronounced emphasis there was no doubt of her intention. She didn't swallow so she had a speech impediment that made her sound...well, impeded.

"Your cunt is mine, D. Debra." I said softly.

"My cunt is yours." She whispered.

"Your tits are mine."

"My tits are yours."

"Your ass is mine, inside and out."

"My ass is yours, asshole and buttocks." She repeated. "Yours. All yours."

"You will never touch anyone else sexually again without my permission."

She nodded then licked her lips, sucking at the pooled drool in her mouth, making a loud slurp of it. She'd been speaking around it, the impediment seemed to intensify her words, amplifying their meaning.

"Yes sir." She whispered.

"Open wide, Debbie slut." I muttered hoarsely. This moment was changing me. The hesitant young man who fucked his mother was finally crawling out of the chrysalis and extending his wings. D. Debra Hamilton opened her mouth and extended her tongue, a broad dark red invitation to fuck her face. I lay my cock on her tongue. She closed her eyes, moaning down behind those fabulous tits. I grasped her blond hair in one fist and pushed my cock into her mouth.

D. Debra gagged immediately then swallowed the reflex along with my invading cock, letting me push my cock literally down her throat. She didn't fight me, she didn't resist. She let me push my cock into her mouth with perfect compliance, just pulling away from my hand knotted in her hair enough to keep it tight. I held her still.

"Debbie, I will give you to my friends. I will have them fill every hole. We will fuck you and fuck you and fuck you and fuck you and fuck you until you are a puddle of cum and cunt muscles and nothing else. We will use you until you don't even have the energy to beg for more. And then you will be mine, paid for in full, and you'll never fuck anyone else until and unless I give you leave to do so. You are mine."

D. Debra Hamilton groaned softly.

"Oh god, I want that to be me." Tawny moaned behind us.

"Me too." Dalia whispered.

I pulled out of D. Debra's mouth, turning my little gun on my sisters.

"Jesus fuck a turnip, girls, can't you let a guy have a moment with his girlfriend without spreading your legs and demanding my cock, just once?" It was a rhetorical question but both of my cunt sisters shook their heads. I turned back instead to Georgia and mounted her again. Surely she'd been listening. I slid into her like a skinny girl into a silk nighty. She grunted as I took her. I pulled out. Georgia whined.

I turned to D. Debra. She eyed my slurried cock and then opened her mouth. I slid my cock, slick with my sister's cunt oil into D. Debra's mouth. Her tongue greeted me like a well-trained French Maitre 'd. She licked and sucked me clean. I pulled free of her, took off my shirt and stood before the room full of females naked. I turned to my other sisters.

"Strip." I said. Tawny and Dalia both stood up and began disrobing. I watched, satisfaction growing in me. My cock snarled, fulminating as it had never done before, suddenly seeking to pound into a cunt, any cunt without regard for any other consideration. Tawny was first nude. I gestured to her, turned her before me.

"Bend over."

She did.

I mounted her. She was slick as oil on ice but much warmer. I slid into her, filling her, her cunt, tight from the position. My hands held her by the hips, pulling her fine body onto my hard cock. She groaned as I filled her. I pulled free and turned back to my fuck pet.

"Fuck pet. Mouth open." I muttered and D. Debra did as she was told. No response of any kind but instant compliance. I fell in love with ownership right then.

"Finally!" Dori whispered from behind me. "He finally figured her out."

I thrust my cock into D. Debra's mouth and she accepted it, her tongue caressing me, her throat seizing my cock as I penetrated her deeply. She grunted and I was buried inside her, her lips plush against the base of my cock. Her hand lank at her sides. I pulled free of her. I turned and faced my sister Dalia with my glistening cock.

"Lie down, Dally. Open your legs for me." She complied with such delighted eagerness I was asking why I'd not been this guy before...but in this I was in error. Such a stance is learned and created, not born. Not in me anyway. I suddenly realized what the universe was trying to teach me with the deluge of pussy...this. This was what it came down to. Dalia lay on the couch, nude, arms flung over her head, wrists crossed, her left heel hooked on the back of the couch and her right leg dangling, her light pink cunt winking at me with its well-buttered gaze. I mounted my sister, pushing her legs wide, inserting my cock into her cunt and plunging down into her ripe, wet goodness.

Dalia squealed, her delight in being used turning to sound in her chest as I filled her cunt with my cock. Her body arched under me, dragging me deeper into her until I was well planted in the middle of my middle sister. I withdrew out of her. She hissed as though leaking air when I uncorked her cunt. I struggled awkwardly to my feet, turned and presented my cock to D. Debra. She sucked me clean. I didn't touch her.

Her hands rose up and clutched my thighs as she licked and sucked my cock clean. I heard rustling behind me. When I turned back, I found Dori Hamilton had stripped down and was as nude as the two Duncan females. She hissed too when I mounted her, bent over the arm of the chair, her tits in Jamie's lap. I gripped her by the hips, aware her daughter was watching me as I plugged my cock into her oozing cunt. Dori was slick and wet like the rest and I filled her up until her hips began to bang back at me, pounding herself firmly down onto me, fitting herself down on me like a donut on the barrel of a gun.

Jamie stared at me past the face buried in his lap. I could not tell if the randy blond had sucked up his cock again and Jamie gave no hint, staring at me with what can only be called righteous but astonished aplomb.

"You get them all in time, Ser Jamie." I whispered, as I slid my cock into Dori's cunt from behind. She arched her ass and took me deep. I backed out of her and moved to my girlfriend, Dori's daughter, still kneeling, dressed, on the floor beside my bent elder sister. "Taste your mother, Debbie slut." I whispered.

D. Debra lashed my cock with her tongue and sucked me dry, well, almost dry. She was very efficient in cleaning her mother's cunt juice off my cock. Nothing remained. I'd been intent on having her taste every cunt in the room when it finally occurred to me I'd missed one.

"Up." I said. D. Debra rose from the floor a graceful floral arrangement of eager cunt. She wore a button down denim shirt and blue jeans. I unbuttoned the shirt. She stood still while I exposed the black and red bra she wore. I striped the shirt off her shoulders. She stood still. I moved behind her and unhooked the bra. It ruffled and drooped, then slithered down her arms to the floor at her feet. She stood still. Her magnificent tits bobbed and settled, bobbed and settled revealing the catch and hitch in her breathing. I bent and sucked first one nipple and then the other. I felt the shiver in her body. She stood still. I straightened, grasped her behind the neck and kissed her.

She kissed me back. The kiss was powered with a passion I'd dreamed of eliciting from this woman. I felt it but now, somehow, the need for her was modified, not less than before, but...different. What I wanted was to provide her the greatest sexual experiences she could endure. Nothing less than the pinnacle of sexual ecstasy. I had not been to that mountain top...or maybe it is more accurate to say I had been to the top of a dozen such mountains and hoped there were dozens more.

"I will give you to my friends, all of them. I think we can fuck you into a little slut puddle." I muttered.

D. Debra blinked her eyes, and in that moment I saw them, tears beaded and fell down each cheek.

"Yes, Master." She whispered.

I nodded, undeterred by the appearance of this compliance, long desired and surprising as it was...she'd sort of promised it before but I'd never dared expect it. Now I had it, I was enthralled but not deterred. I unbuttoned her jeans and worked them down off her hips, exposing the knickers that matched her absent black and red bra. I bent down, licked each nipple, then worked the jeans and knickers down off her full thighs to her knees, removed the half-boot shoes she wore and then she was naked. And mine. Mine. She was mine. As Dori said, finally!

I stood, hooking a hand behind her left knee and lifting her left leg. Her hands rose to my shoulders as I opened her up. Standing on one leg, she let me lift her leg and then, without instruction, she directed my cock to her pussy and pushed herself onto it, mounting me as I mounted her. We joined together then, standing, both naked before an audience of family, my plethora of naked females and her rampant mother, all plundered by my pirate cock. My cock slid into D. Debra with ease. She was wet and slick, a bubble burst inside her and she leaked between us, her cunt slick ran down her one vertical thigh. Standing on that one leg, she could still grind herself onto my cock, so she did, with gusto and malice aforethought. She fucked me like she knew this was her last chance to fuck her way into heaven.

I pulled free of her and she was on her knees, her mouth licking and sucking before I could command it. She took me deep and in moments I was close to orgasm. I gripped her by the hair and yanked her head off my cock. She looked askance at me, eyes twinkling with questions.

"You'll be eating my cum out of one of my sisters." I said to Debbie Hamilton. Her eyes did not shift or register my words. She gazed at me like I owned her. God, I loved that. I turned to Dori, who had abandoned Jamie's lap and was standing, naked, watching me despoil her daughter. "May I fuck my sisters on your bed?" I hesitated. "Jamie can fuck you while I do, if you wish."

She turned to look at Jamie. I'd managed to scrape away the last leavings of his straitlaced upbringing. He looked hungrily at the naked woman standing beside him. He stood up and while we watched, striped out of his clothing. The room was nice and warm so we didn't shiver. I told D. Debra to undress Georgia while Jamie striped, so he was naked with everyone else when he finished. Dori took him by the hand and led us all upstairs to the master bedroom. I let the naked females precede me. As I was moving to the bedroom, my pants rang, that is my phone in my pants rang. I picked them up, then glanced at the procession of pussy parading up the stairs and just followed, letting my phone go silent but keeping my pants in my hand. I dropped them at the door to the master bedroom. When I arrived, Jamie was sitting on one of the straight-backed chairs and Dori had mounted him, facing the bed.

Like they could read my mind, my sisters all lay down on their backs across the bed, three naked females, legs together mind you, Dalia in the middle. My cock was hard. I moved behind D. Debra and hugged her, my hands cupping her marvelous breasts, clutching them like I owned them...oh, now I did because I'd satisfied my end of the bargain. To this point, owning D. Debra had been somewhat of a fantasy, a sort of pose that we had both agreed to and perhaps, which she decided I'd never consummate because my sister(s) was inviolate. Little did she know I'd violated all my family females and at their behest, repeated the violation so that my recidivism was assured to persist into our lurid future. Now, now she knew the depths of my commitment and she, D. Debra, was absolute in keeping her part of any bargain and now, now by god, this woman was fully mine.