Extending the MILF List Ch. 22

I felt it.

She huddled against me, her body singing the praises of my touch and her skin soaking against me like Leonardo's paints on canvas, egg yolks and pigment. I whispered in her ear.

"Now, I will mount all my sisters and when I cum in one, you will eat her until she cums for you." The resulting shiver in her body meant she was enamored with the idea; I hoped I'd transcribed her shudder properly. I determined to test my transcription skills against reality. I mounted Georgia on the far left, stage left, my right, towards the head of the bed. I put her legs over my shoulder and thrust into her.

"One, two, three," I counted as I rammed into her. She was slick, open and fully filled with need so as I counted to ten, one for each cycle of cock into and out of her cunt, her body responded in deed and in word. By ten, she was gasping so when I pulled free of her, she sighed ravenously. I felt proud to be the engine of her desire.

When I withdrew from Georgia, she sighed. The room was watching me and I felt it, the swipe of their eyes as I fucked my sister enlivened me. I felt it and it was indescribable. Something had shifted and I was aware of the effects but not of the cause, not yet.

"Slut." I mumbled. Every female in the room thought I was talking to her. Now I knew something had shifted because I could see in their eyes, all five of them wanted it to be herself to be the one I was addressing. "Debbie slut, on your knees."

D. Debra hugged herself, arms under her voluminous tits, making them bulge and swell.

"Knees, Debbie slut." The words bubbled out of me like someone else was talking and for a moment I choked on them, even though they were long gone, winging their way into the mind of D. Debra Hamilton. For a moment I saw her as the brilliant, capable woman who brooked no fools and then I saw her as three holes to be filled, and my inclination to relent and fondle her delicate ego vanished in a buzzing fuzz of desire to feel her mouth enveloping my chilling cock. My dear sister had wet it thoroughly and now, uncovered in the chill air of the bedroom despite being under the hot light gazes of the other females, my cock was losing heat.

"Oh your knees, Debbie slut." I growled again and this time she shuddered and extended a hand which I took in mine and she knelt before me, tipped back her head slightly and opened her mouth. I shuffled forward, afraid to lift my feet. My cock touched her lips and she licked at it, her tongue finally shy and wry but eager and able, slurping the taste of Georgia (which sounds like a food festival but wasn't) off my cock. Her lips closed around the head and she sucked and her head tilted back and my cock slid down her talented throat.

D. Debra groaned.

The sound was one of satisfaction, of completion, of fulfillment, indeed of utter rapture. In all my dealings with her, I'd not heard the sound from her. Ever. It sounded to me like surrender. The long battle for control of her body the three of us waged...I know, let me count the combatants, me myself and I, that's one...D. Debra's mind with it's insistence that she control herself and her world, that's two. And her body that sought only the sensation of being used for sex as often and thoroughly as is humanly possible, that is number three. That battle was finally over and by god, I won. It was the Tai Chi technique of sexual dominance...using her greatest strengths against her.

As her throat convulsed the first time around my cock, the swallow reflex substituting the gag reflex or maybe blending with it, giving me that tight, loving sensation of a woman's mouth and throat engulfing my cock...my cock loves to be engulfed! I felt something new, or really, I accepted it. Time after time I'd subjugated a woman, tying her up in the lashings of her own passions, her needs, her desires and then blending my will with them so that the two seemed the same. This time, now, here, with D. Debra, I was finally imposing my will on her literally against her own mental apprehension, giving her no sense at all that she could refuse or dared refuse my instruction. Her mouth was full of my cock.

Life is not chock full of transcendent experiences but this one was one for me. Life cannot consist of such moments because they'd soon all blend together and we'd miss them. It needs moments of significance, moments that demand our attention and focus and having D. Debra sucking my sister off my cock turned out to be one of mine. To this point, I'd been riding the waves. In this moment, I became the ocean and D. Debra was riding my wave.

I knotted my hand in her hair. Her groan was loud and profound. I literally flinched. I did not flag in my endeavor, however, and despite how silly it sounds, I pulled her mouth off my cock. I felt the slurping resistance in her, her insistence, her desire to keep her mouth on my cock, my cock buried in her throat, her self-sacrificing desire to be filled with my cock even to the point that she could not breathe and the gag reflex convulsed her throat around my cock, giving me that thrilling feeling of tension and constriction. I pulled her off my cock.

She gasped and coughed, then panted. The rabid hunger in her eyes staring back at me like a possessing spirit pushed me back a step. I turned to my sisters lying in row on the side of the bed, nude and waiting.

I mounted Dalia.

Her plush body accepted my penetration and I fell into her until I was planted between her legs like an victorious army's pennant on the crest of a hill, her pubic mound in this case. Her legs splayed sideways over Georgia to her left and Tawny to her right. I felt their legs against me as I mounted Dalia, pressing against me as though to share the ecstasy I was feeling at taking them together this way. Dalia sighed as I pinned her to the bed, her hips jarring against me as I filled her. I leaned over her, her arms looped around my neck and she pulled my lips down to hers. Her kiss was focused, intense like fire but soft and burbling like a fresh spring in summer's heat.

Her body moaned. The sound seemed to be all around me, containing me until her body surged under me. Her cunt clinched down and her legs, spread wide under me, wrapped around me, her tentacles seeking to hold me even as I pumped into her hungry cunt. I drove into her, over and over and finally remembered to count. I counted aloud.

"Hey, that's thirteen!" Georgia said, all disproportionate umbrage.

"Shut up." I growled and I felt the growing storm cloud of my nova sister exhale and deflate. She lay back and let me pump Dalia, fuck Dalia, counting to ten as I wished which was clearly beyond the "ten" I'd given Georgia, because I didn't begin counting when I first mounted Dalia. At ten, I buried myself in my second sister then pumped her three more times, then another for better luck, counting through gritted teeth to fourteen. I waited, panting on her coiled body, her legs locked behind my thighs, her tits plastered against my chest.

I realized my eyes were closed. I opened them.

What I saw startled me. Dalia was staring at me, her eye shining. Her lips worked. I was raised up over her, her hands gripping my collar bones. When she spoke, she sounded nothing like my sister but ever so much like a woman enthralled by the cock contained by her body.

"Oh god, fuck me." Dalia breathed.

Contrarian to the end, I wrenched myself loose from her lascivious hold and backed away, standing, albeit wobbling upright, seeking the spinning center of gravity that would allow me to remain erect, yes, in both senses. Dalia groaned.

"No...Sonny, please, in me. In me!" Her voice keened like a mourning dove.

"Shut up." I growled and the bitch actually smiled...and shut up. Her lips clamped closed and then she licked them as though to taste the remonstration. Her eyes twinkled.

I turned away from her joyous reaction to the kneeling woman beside the bed. D. Debra opened her mouth again, but this time kept her eyes open. I laid my smarmy cock on her extended tongue and she slurped me once more down her throat, tasting my second sister again. D. Debra hummed.

The feeling of the sound emanating from her chest, up her throat, made me feel like a woodwind, me the wood, and D. Debra the wind. I throttled the sound I wanted to make, the words that were no better than disjointed syllables all jumbled together into a cacophony of mute satisfaction I did not want to release and convert into sound waves. I wanted D. Debra's music to be the only sound around me, around us. So she hummed and sucked, even as her body twitched and jerked in search of oxygen.

My hand had knotted in her hair again and I held her head against me, my cock buried in her mouth and throat again, even as she sucked and licked and her throat constricted as she swallowed over and over again, faster and faster as her body struggled to function without air. Her mind was subjugated to the need to obey the most basic need in her. And now, finally, after all the near misses and fly bys and close calls, I had penetrated this lurid woman to her core, past all her air defenses and was now in close, now deep inside the eye of her need. She swirled with it, the need, like a hurricane and all she wanted was to be used as a fuck toy. Breathing had become her secondary consideration.

I pulled her off my cock, refusing to succumb to her lure of D. Debra's sucking desire, finally feeling her desire as real, and begging, no longer able to demand. I left her fabulous mouth with that simple realization clanging in me. I was buried in Tawny before my next thought appeared. It turned directly into words, speaking to Tawny as though discussing a civic event we were planning together.

"I'm giving Debbie slut to my boys." I muttered. "She's got three holes and we'll use them all." I felt my sister, open under me, filled with my hard cock, surge and shiver.

"Oh Sonny, I want it to be me...but god, I want to watch it too. I want to see her done like that." Tawny's body arched under me, not a true rise but merely increased tension that translated directly to my cock contained inside her tight cunt. I began to pump her, thrusting and counting, my numerals sounding like groans each as I buried my cock deep in my sister's body. Her cunt clutched at me, constricting around my cock, massaging it and trying to keep it planted in her. Tawny seemed to shift under me like the world was shifting around me too.

Suddenly, the innocent Sonny I'd been who first fucked five MILFs sloughed off, like a snake losing its skin. Okay, I hate that metaphor...but it was too apt to ignore and I was deep in my third sister with hungry Debbie kneeling naked beside us waiting to suck my cock. The last thing I cared about was apt metaphors. My mind seemed to slow down and even as I rounded the home stretch at lucky number seven, I was touching every element of this tableau and each one zapped me with a new and different erotic electricity.

Dori was astride Jamie's legs, naked, his cock thrust up inside her and she ground her cunt down on it while watching me fuck all three of my sisters with her daughter sucking me in between. D. Debra sat on her knees panting, hands on her thighs, tits wavering, waiting, licking her pink lips, eyes drinking in the sight of me fucking each sister, waiting with a sort of swollen eagerness to feel my cock slide down her throat again and taste eau d'Duncan in all four flavors. Georgia lay flat on the bed, staring at the ceiling while I pumped Tawny, counting to myself. Dalia sat up, leaning on one elbow, watching us, staring down at Tawny as I fucked her. Me, I was buried in Tawny's fine cunt and my orgasm was roaring towards me like a train at a deaf guy.

It's not that I was unaware of it...I just didn't care.

Suddenly, I wanted to cum and where or in whom I didn't care, it made no difference. I filled Tawny's cunt with my cock and when it swelled and spewed the first time, at nine, I groaned so loud, the rest of the room went silent. I glanced at Georgia. Her eyes closed and she was pinching both nipples, hard. They turned a dark red and her hips hunched up and down, empty of the cock she'd tasted but not consumed.

Dalia leaned over and kissed Tawny on the lips. The bitch couldn't mind her own business. I glared at her from the misty midst of my own orgiastic avalanche.

"Hey, what are you doing." I growled between ecstatically clinched teeth.

"Kissing her. She's cumming and being kissed while you cum can be wonderful."

My sister Dalia is such a romantic. I had a flash of giving her to Charm...which I didn't think had happened. Yet. I groaned and the full weight and power of my orgasm arrived and swept away every abstraction in favor of the real and present pleasure from fucking not just Tawny my third sister, but all my sisters. They lay on the bed, naked, open, willing and filled first with lust, then with my cock and finally, two were filled with longing while I filled the third with my bubbling boiling brimming cum. Tawny's body clinched around mine. Her cunt clamped down and I swear as surely as god made little green apples, she sucked cum out of me. Her cunt pulled and nibbled and clinched and twisted tight around me and her legs wrapped me up and her hand pulled my face to hers, and she kissed me.

I kissed her back.

I confess, feeling that need in her, experiencing her lust and desire and the erotic consummation affected me and for a vast moment I was again that innocent guy hearing my mother explain to Laura Wills about her own sexual desires, the desire to watch and then be watched while she got what her daughter Tawny was getting now. I felt it, that huge expanse between what I was then and what I was becoming even as Tawny milked my cock of the last dribbles of cum. Her whole body sought to possess me, to contain me and envelop me and keep me there, planted in her cunt. I felt too, her pleasure at being the sister filled with my creaming cum and the knowledge that I'd direct D. Debra's tongue to make her cum again whilst cleaning my slick syrup out of her nether reaches.

Then, as though my soul had been off meandering through some karmic haze, I snapped back into my body and I was who I was then...a man with a plethora of pussy to fuck, to use, to put to use. Not to mention the posed pussy beside me whose mouth was watering both from the thought of cleaning off my flagging cock but also the bubbling delight of eating my cum out of Tawny's recently orgiastic cunt.

I withdrew from Tawny's cunt and presented my willowy cock to D. Debra. It didn't go down her throat now. She sucked on it, licking and slurping at it as though she was starving. And wonder of wonders, the little fella swelled up and stiffened again. When I pulled her off my cock again, she had reinvigorated him and I was hard again. I held her by the hair and fairly dragged her between Tawny's legs.

"Clean my bitch sister up, slut." I mumbled. "She's going to get fucked by my friend the British motherfucker next." I staggered back. D. Debra covered Tawny's bubbling cunt with her mouth and Tawny lurched under her. Her legs lifted. D. Debra's hands fit under her fine ass and they became one organism, tongue and cunt joined in a single activity. I reached around D. Debra's torso and pinched her right nipple, hard. She grunted only but then shifted her body, pressing her tit against my fingers. I pinched harder and the bitch hummed.

"Eat my sister until she cums." I growled. "Then I'm fucking you and the Missus Hamilton." I turned around to find the aforementioned Mrs. Hamilton cumming, grinding her body down onto Jamie's cock fit up into her. I moved to her, presented her with my cock and swiped at at her lips. She opened her mouth and sucked me inside, taking it deep even as she grunted and hissed with her orgasm, leaning far over Jamie's knees to inhale me. The feel of her pleasure roiling in her mouth as it enveloped me was astonishing and glorious. Her desire to suck me even as she orgasmed did not distract her. What talent!

I let her hold my cock in her throat until she clearly needed air, the orgasm seemed to extend past normal bounds because she was oxygen deprived. I pulled my cock from her mouth and Dori's eyes opened and she looked up at me.

"Thank you, Sonny." She whispered. "My daughter has been crazed and crazy for too long. I think you have finally broken that fever." Even in the midst of her own pleasure, she was thinking of her daughter. What a woman!

I backed away. Behind me, Tawny squealed, then screamed.

"Oh my god, I love you!"

I had no doubt she was talking to me. I was wrong of course. D. Debra was drawing her to a new orgasm with her clever tongue. My sister twisted and writhed on the bed. Dalia and Georgia had moved off of it and stood, nude, watching their sister be eaten by my girlfriend, my sex toy, my new fuck pet lately inaugurated as such, with some mixture of amazement and jealousy. Siblings never stop being siblings after all. I moved between them and they both cuddled up to me.

"She loves tongue." Dalia whispered as Tawny contorted around another wave of ecstasy, her hands knotted in the bedspread, making it fan around her like an aura in the dull light of the room.

"She's going to get mine from now on." Georgia said.

I looked at Georgia. She felt my eyes and turned hers from Tawny's orgasm to me. She nodded.

"Yes, I love eating pussy." The admission bobbed between us.

Dalia's arms around my bare waist squeezed me and I looked at her.

"Tell her to." Dalia said, nodding her head, eyes glinting.

"Tell her to what?" I asked, not because I didn't know but both because I lacked the words necessary to do so, so I needed a little help there but also because I wanted to hear my sister say those words.

"Tell her to eat her sisters. Tell Nova she needs to make us both cum every day." Dalia's normally selfless pose in life evanesced and her bald, naked lust glittered in her eyes. "Tell her." It sounded like a command and for the first time in my life, I didn't flinch and quail when one of my sisters issued an order. My response was both measured and commanding in my own right.

"Georgia," I said slowly. On the bed, Tawny screamed now, full throated and ragged, like she was out of control. D. Debra remained fixed to my sister's cunt, tongue delving where my cock had lately been, with its own unique effect on my sister. "Teach your sisters how to eat pussy, and if you can, teach them to love it like you do."

Dalia's eye grew round and wide and her mouth opened. I saw the objection forming in her mind and squeezed her ass.

"My sisters will be good for sex, no matter who I give them to, to be used." I added the thought to the command. I saw Dalia comprehend the import of my instruction and she swallowed the objection whole. She turned to watch Tawny cum again. Four or five in a row, my sister had perfected the art of orgasm.

I waited for the latest swell of pleasure to subside, then tapped D. Debra on the side of the head.

"Let her go, slut." I muttered, the word sticking to my lips but no other word presented itself and D. Debra obeyed the instruction with eager compliance. All signs of her resentment or reluctance or compunction were gone. She sat back on her heels. She twisted to look up at me, coddled on both sides by my nude sisters.

"Did I do well, Master?" She whispered.

Now I don't think anyone had ever addressed me like that before and goddamn if my little soldier didn't take notice. Something profound had happened and D. Debra seemed to have sensed it and was now leaning in. I patted her head, then petted her hair, smoothing it down. She hummed and pressed her cheek against my hand.

"Good little slut." I whispered, the words felt more normal. "Good little slut." I repeated. She hummed louder. "Your mother's full of cum, time to eat her, clean her out then I'm going to fuck you two together."