Extending the MILF List Ch. 22

"Oh god, Mr. Duncan, I didn't know it would be like this." Yvonne husked, her voice barely making it into the audio range of a man with a hard cock. My cock was still hard. I opened my eyes and found, to my vague chagrin that the bitch was texting. Now it might seem like an insult to be texting from the midst of coitus like that, suggesting a certain indifference to ones performance, but with her ass plastered against me like that, I could endure a little insulting indifference. But then my eyes focused and I could see the name of the person she was texting...and what she was saying.

She was texting someone named "Ellen".

Her text read, "He's inside my pussy, suck him next, then ass. Want to see?"

Sure enough, she wriggled out of my grasp and turned to face me. Her tits seemed smallish but that was an optical illusion caused by the mammoth proportions of her ass. Her tits swept against my shirt and I felt the hard little jewels of her nipples before she pushed me back a step. With my pants around my ankles I had to shuffle a bit but I was becoming adept at moving with my pants at my ankles and my briefs at my knees. It's not very dignified but Yvonne was kneeling, her hand wrapped around my slurried cock, so I had some confidence my lack of dignity was not inhibiting her. The next moment, she enveloped it with her mouth, licking and sucking at it until it was embedded deep in her throat. She hummed.

I hummed too.

My cock swelled and twitched, strongly, even inside the tight confines of her throat and the flapping attention of her tongue. I heard the door of the bedroom open and moments later Ellen and the St. Vincent females appeared at the door to the bathroom.

"There you are." Ellen said lightly. "We looked everywhere. Oh, are we interrupting?" Her voice lilted with mockery and amusement. I could see no reason for either but then deciphered her tone to suggest she thought she knew something I didn't. Yvonne sucked hard at my cock, groaning as she did.

I groaned something in "I just climaxed" language. Ellen regarded me uncomprehendingly but with some amusement. It was less mocking then her tone sounded. She looked proud somehow. I was getting blown by another woman and Ellen looked proud? I didn't understand but you don't sweat trivialities when your cock is in a talented mouth like mine was. Priorities and standards must be respected.

The heavenly mouth sucking my cock stopped sucking and she backed off of it with a whoosh and a gasp. Her lips bubbled and gleamed. Our blended cum froth frosted her lips. Her eyes had that dull, dreamy look. She either loves her own taste or she was still aboard to the good ship lolly-I-just-came-so-good and nothing else in reality compared.

"You said he had to use all three of my holes?" Yvonne asked, rising to her feet, looking at Ellen. I looked at Ellen, confused. Yvonne skimmed down the ridiculous excuse for panties and then smiled at Ellen who was staring at me, rather like she held and expectation I was expected to read directly from her mind.

"What the fuck?" I growled, just to say something. It was not an objection, very far from an objection. I can count to thirteen. Yvonne turned to the cabinet and opened it. She took out a tube of lube and began to apply it to her own asshole, while staring at me with a sort of defiant expectation. She finished in the wet silence, then applied some to my cock and used a hand to smear it around. She turned around and arched her back as she bent over, lifting the promontory of her ass. She laid down on the cabinet, her head bent to the side against the mirror, her naked body duplicated before me, her eyes fixed on me as best she good in that position.

"Mount up, cowboy." She said clearly. I took it as less a command than as an invitation. I looked at Ellen. She was still gazing as me with a sort of bemused fascination. The St. Vincent females stared with obvious lust at what was transpiring before them.

I could not disappoint them but before I moved to mount up, Cowboy, as instructed, Yvonne reached back and pulled her voluminous hips open, exposing her slick and glistening asshole to me. It still appeared distant in the depths of her ass crack. I moved bravely into position, the intrepid explorer penetrating dangerous depths and applied the end of my hard cock to her sphincter and pushed. For a moment, she resisted, then her ass softened, gaped and opened, allowing my penetration. I had the thought that she was clearly practiced at this. But then she clinched and the very head of my cock was trapped inside her ass as she sought to lock me out. I gripped her by the hips once more and added weight to intention, pushing against her with my cock. Yvonne's fine ass was pulled wide open but still provide a cushion to me as I pushed into her. She grunted. I grunted. Ellen and the St. Vincents all moaned in unison, like a heavenly choir realizing they were not watching a baptism with water or fire but an entirely different sort of ritual.

Yvonne's ass relaxed and she consciously let me inside her. I took the invitation seriously and pushed into her. She grunted. I grunted. The others moaned. We were a five piece band and I was getting a fine piece myself. I pushed harder and then pulled back to make more progress. I shoved into her again and this time, Yvonne resisted. I felt the instinct to expel me and rudely ignored it. I pushed into her with unrelenting force. I felt the shimmy in her body and realized just as she orgasmed that she was rubbing her clit with a hand as I pressed deep into her.

She came.

Yvonne's voice was not quiet or restrained. She screamed, loudly, so that it seemed to echo throughout the house. I pumped her ass and she bucked against me, her hips tensing, her asshole biting at me like a jewelry box snapping closed. I wondered if an asshole could cut off my dick. Not for long though, because the more I fucked her the tighter her ass seemed to get. When I came, I was barely moving inside her. The tight heat of Yvonne's ass suffused me and I pumped cum into her with instant gratification. I came again. I wasn't counting but I knew it was remarkable to cum so soon. Her ass was remarkable, it was the least I could do. My obeisance was justified. The feeling of her fine ass swelled against me like royal favor. Yvonne released her ass so it was no longer pulled wide and I had to push against it to keep planted in her ruddy ass. I came and came and came.

Cum drooled out of her and ran down her thighs.

Is it shallow to fall in love with a woman's ass? In her case, there was nothing shallow about her ass. Ass is usually tight, even harsh, and cumming in the ass is easy...this woman's ass was welcoming, tender and tight but firm and she had such control, milking my cock so that I felt my eyes dimple as her ass clung to my spasming cock. My hands held to her ass, like it was risen dough, firm and smooth and luscious. I came so hard and intensely, when I finally opened my eyes from the transcendent journey, I fully expected our audience to clap and cheer. When they didn't, I had to face the fact that this was a very private, very personal experience.

Ellen was nodding, then glanced at her phone.

"Sonny, you cum slut, we must be going. We have to see two more houses in the next two hours so we must not linger. Yvonne, I have your number." She smiled sweetly.

"Should she clean him off?" Candice said with a curl of her luscious lips.

Ellen shrugged and then nodded. Yvonne, naked, still twitching from her recent orgiastic exercises, did as suggested, scrubbing and wiping and tenderizing my cock all the while gazing at it like she was as delighted with it as I was with her luscious ass. I wanted to compliment her on her ass but you know, she simply did not give any indication she needed such compliments or wanted them. Her attention to detail was notable and noble. In the end, we left her kneeling, sitting on her bare heels as we filed out of the bathroom.

I found and donned my coat. At the door, huffing in anticipation of the brutal cold awaiting us, for the sky had cleared and the crystal sky was crisp and empty, mocking the sun as impotent and foolish, Ellen hesitated, hand on the door.

"I sent the driver away. They will ride with us, Sonny." She spoke of the St. Vincents as though they didn't exist, were not present. They were though. I tried to convince Ellen to act the chauffeur and let me cuddle with them in the backseat but she insisted I drive. I was unsure why but suspected her of wanting to keep the two St. Vincents out of my reach for the time being, so I drove us to the next house.

She said it was 1.4 million dollars, the previous being 1.2 million. That made me grunt with amusement, like I had any business fucking in that house. Or the ones that followed it on our tour. I was trying very hard to keep perspective, and that meant I was focusing on the little monkey between the legs of the females eying me like their favorite cut of meat.

Ellen directed me to the next house and when we pulled up to it I locked the doors and turned off the car.

"Ellen, don't say anything. You told these real estate agents they had to fuck me to make the sale?" I asked. The silence got all thick and heavy then. I waited them out. I waited out Ellen...this had her fingerprints all over it. Finally, she spoke and the slightly higher tone of voice reassured me.

"Now Sonny, we explained to them that this was a competition and you'd decide which one of the houses to buy based on which of them was the best fuck." Ellen sounded very reasonable, like she had to if she explained to 20 year old kid that he'd get out of jail long before he turned 65. I was not buying it.

"So this woman knows that I am going to fuck her?" I asked.

All the females in my car nodded together.

"In all her holes." Ellen asserted, lifting her chin to look proud but she just looked shameless instead.

Honestly, it rather deflated me. It took the fun of the chase off the table. I didn't know how much I enjoyed that, not the predatory feeling but the feeling of having something to prove, that I could make a female orgasm and then want a little more, then a lot more, then more than she could live without. This wasn't that; it was the female proving herself to me. I wasn't sure I liked that but there it was. I had to keep my eye on the ball or the ball would smack me in the eye and no way that was any fun. Not my balls anyway, for two pretty obvious reasons.

"I didn't think you would mind...I am friends with all of them and didn't want to be the one to decide who got the sale. They bent over backwards to show us the houses earlier and I had to do something to break the tie." Ellen's voice grew smaller and smaller with each rasping syllable until she sounded like the two packs of cigs a day cliche.

I watched the rearview mirror, catching one eye each of the female St. Vincents in the back seat. They both looked nervous and there it was, the ball aimed right for my eye. This was about me gaining ownership of the erotic mother daughter duo in the back seat. I shrugged then. I was not happy at being made a stud for...I caught myself just in time. I was so happy I was being made a stud for these females. And that they would be mine to stud and study in the future. I put out of my mind all the other pussy clinging to my karmic being and focused on the pussy in the back seat; present pussy always posits importance. Ellen didn't count because Sammy owned her, or she owned him or however that worked. And when Xavia caught my eye and smiled her shy, "Do you want to fuck me now" smile, I saw clearly what I had to do. Because I did and repeatedly, as well as wanting to share her.

I unlocked the doors and got out of the car. Theresa Fayre was a tallish, slender woman with red hair that she had fixed into a complex hive of curls and drapes that hid its true length. Her eyes were cool, always half lidded, like she was waiting for me to make an ass of myself. She took us on a tour of the house, never once suggesting I look in a direction away from Ellen and the St. Vincents. I was waiting for her to try to cut me away from the herd but through the seven bedrooms and six baths, four of which were full and larger that most of my house alone, but she never did, never hesitated, never offered me any more than that cool, even gaze. We finished in the top corner of the third floor and I fully expected her to send the others away and offer to suck my cock.

The bitch ignored me, like she was as lesbian as I was and declined to give the implicit offer to ride my cock any consideration at all. I felt a little miffed at her apparent lack of interest, nothing approaching enthusiasm, just the cool professionalism of a woman who thought discussing money was crass.

She took Ellen by the arm and led us all back down to the cavernous kitchen where she had her brief case open. She handed out spec sheets and gave Ellen the "offer sheet" with all the terms and numbers associated with the place. Then, without missing a beat, she began to unpin and untangle her red hair from her head. She fussed and hissed, putting pins into her teeth until she looked like a magnet after being dragged through a pile of iron shavings. Her hair began to grow longer and longer until it fell to her thighs, nearly to her knees. When she straightened, it appeared like she was standing under a deluge of scarlet water.

Theresa wore a green, form hugging skirt that made her long white legs look, well, long. She had green high-heeled half-boots, a white blouse and a green vest. She looked every bit the Irish lass of cliche and imagination. Her skin was pale, her lips were a delicate light pink and her hands were elongated with long tapered fingers with nails painted the same pink as her lips. She was an aesthetic whole. Then she hiked up her skirt and peeled down a pair of pink panties that matched her lips. In that flashing moment aesthetic transformed into erotic.

She folded the panties and laid them carefully on the island counter top. Without a word of explanation or indeed invitation, she hitched that pencil skirt up to her waist, exposing her lean hips and white thighs, and laid down on the counter top.

For a few dozen heartbeats, no one moved. Ellen seemed as nonplussed as I was, staring at the bent woman on the counter for a good portion of the silent pause before glancing at me. Candice was looking back and forth from me to Ellen, as though looking anywhere but the swollen red lips of the woman's cunt pursed out between her tight thighs. Xavia regarded her the way a lioness regards a curious gazelle who is bereft of the right instincts about lionesses. She was licking her lips, eyes fixed on the bent woman and her red cunt.

Theresa's red hair fell about her like shattered shards of glass, draped and hanging about her, pooled on the counter and dangling beside her. The green made her hair appear much more scarlet and her white thighs made her cunt lips seem darker red than her hair. I swear that in that lurid silence, her body began to smoke...so that's an overstatement but her cunt did well up and run, a long line of glistening liquid appeared on the back of her right thigh and ran in fits and halts down it to the back of her knee. Theresa did not move, did not shift, and did not speak a word. She simply lay down on the counter and went completely still, her hands holding her skirt at her waist, exposing her naked hips and thighs, lean, long, white and bare.

I confess I was waiting for someone else to say something...or do something though I had no idea what to do. I wanted Theresa to say something, to make some overture that insured her pose was not performance art to be observed and did not include audience participation. Foolish to think that way, I admit. A woman that exposes a red cunt like that, clearly runny with arousal and bent over some handy bit of furniture was not asking for a fashion review. The woman wanted cock.

I finally did the numbers and realized I was the only one in the room with a cock that could fill the bill. I didn't know whether to strip naked or just mount her as she stood, bent and ready. It was the sudden whiff of aroused female that pushed me into motion. I opened my pants and extracted a strangely willowy cock. I presume it was the oddness of the situation. Usually, I got to navigate around some psychological obstacles with a woman and that always made me feel like I worked for the right to mount whatever pussy was being mounted, so I was entitled to it somehow. This woman was clearly offering me what she had to offer with no hint that I had earned or deserved it.

And she was aroused by it.

I couldn't just stand there, nor did it make a lot of sense to start a discussion about a clearly foregone conclusion. But my cock wasn't hard. It was then that I felt a surge of assertiveness that I'd fumbled with before and never quite gotten it right. I had a flash of my girlfriend fucking my new friend Jamie, riding his cock, her tits flapping and then coming to a halt so one or all of my sisters could kiss her and suck her tits.

"Ellen, on the floor, on your knees." I hissed. "Candice, find a countertop and assume the same position as Ms. Fayre please." I looked at them and found the mother and daughter staring at me. "Now. Take off your panties, er, knickers."

That instruction got a response. Ellen sank to her knees, then stood tall on them and without directions, opened her mouth and extended her tongue. The woman draped on the island did not move except to subtly widen her stand, which let her cunt lips flare a little fuller between her legs. I fumbled with my pants and got hold of them and move to Ellen. She was looking at my dangling cock, not yet risen to the occasion. She glanced up at me, a look of chagrin and concern on her face.

"Suck me, bitch." I growled.

"Who are you calling 'bitch'?" Ellen growled, but her voice cracked and ruined the effect, making me want to laugh.

"Good point, suck me, Ellen bitch." I returned good for good. I touched the lank end of my cock to her extended tongue and she licked at it. Her hands came up and grasped me by the thighs, tugging at them as she sucked my cock into her mouth. She nursed at my cock, her eyes crinkled with concern. My cock was unresponsive.

"Ellen, finger fuck yourself." I whispered. Oddly, that made her eyes widen but she complied. She lifted her skirt, pulling the pinstriped affair high in front, widening her legs and finding her own little hole. She pushed aside the black thong and pushed a finger into her cunt, one hand steadying herself on my thigh and her mouth still suckling my cock. She began to fuck herself with two fingers and her sucking ceased to be concerned and lackadaisical. The difference was profound and just what King Richard decreed. Her mouth became expressive and my cock responded with a swelling appreciation that soon filled her throat. Her panting became choked and she snuffled around my hard cock.

Erect, I pulled Ellen away from my cock and turned to the winter of my discontent. I kept a hand in Ellen's hair and fairly dragged her with me to a place behind Theresa's bent form. I pushed my cock into the woman's slick, wet cunt. Her body writhed and pushed against me, mounting herself on me with perfect coordination. I was soon deep inside her, my abdomen flush against her lean flanks and ass. Her body shimmered a little then, as though she were advocating for a little friction to ignite the moment inside her.

I retreated then charged her again, jamming my full length deep into her again. The sigh and then the deeper, timpani of her groan pleased me and I sauntered into a gallop, fucking her slow and deep.

"Oh god, yes." The woman breathed, her body shifting back and forth as I plunged in and out of her sopping wet cunt. "Jesus blackbird, fuck me, Sonny!"