Extending the MILF List Ch. 24

I did a Sonny shrug and nodded. "Next time." I said with some confidence I wasn't just placating him. He didn't seem to mind. Both women caressed his chiseled body as they exposed it, and tittered, well Pet tittered, when his thick black cock appeared. Both did take a good portion of it into their mouths as part of the ritual but only enough to make him shudder. By the time they stepped away from him, Theresa was descending on Jamie's white British cock. She was a blur of red hair and white female body, so her position on his cock was obscured. I moved around in front of her and watched her progress affect the expression on her face. At the last, her eyes closed and her lips ovaled and she sighed.

"Oh my god, I love cock!" She said, her voice the main sound in the room. Rodney didn't hesitate but moved in behind her and peeled her ass open. Her eyes opened and fear and lust fought in their green brilliance. "Oh my god, three cocks!" She said, like she was marking something off her bucket list.

I moved forward I lifted her chin, her hands were planted on Jamie's chest. He lay supine under her, waiting for all her preparations to be completed. "Are you sure? I was your first right? This is going to..." I didn't finish the prediction and she nodded her head in my hand with a smirk.

"You didn't really think this real estate lady hadn't had her ass reamed before, did you, Mr. Duncan? Really?"

I confess I felt a bit daft then, but I nodded. "I always believe what I'm told." Her response was not to me.

"Oh fuck!" She howled. Rodney had positioned himself and was introducing her ass to his cock.

"Blimey! What a snatch!" Jamie muttered from below. Theresa's hands found my hips again and she kissed the end of my cock. The reach was nearly too much but she had plenty of torso to make it work. I had the awkward stance over Jamie's head and thought briefly about his view of my ass but then he bucked under Theresa and she whinnied, sucked on the end of my cock then backed away to keen. Rodney was making headway. The woman's body began to shake and shudder, not moving just twitching in place. Her eyes opened and she looked up at me, her back bent into what appeared to be an impossible curve to accommodate us.

"Oh god, Sonny! Three cocks!" Her eyes were glazed but brilliant green, gleaming with the rising tide of her lust. "Oh fuck fuck fuck fuck!" Her voice warbled. Rodney was thrusting at her ass. Pet and Mavis stood to the side, staring at the vanishing act the woman was performing on the black cock gradually leveraging her ass open. Back and forth, back and forth, little shifts in his body bespoke the tension he was finding there. His hands gripped her hips, on his knees behind her...negotiating an angle of attack and penetration depth so as to keep the cock in her cunt as deep as possible. I am sure Jamie appreciated the consideration. She clung to me, finally pressing her cheek to my bare hip, her torrid breath blowing down my thigh.

"Oh god, oh god, oh god!" She cried as Rodney worked her ass with his hard black cock. His shadow skin making her alabaster flesh appear to glow with the contrast. Her body shifted and shook. Time seemed to slow and her words became inchoate moans until finally she was locked between two cocks. Jamie hunched under her and she squealed, bucked and tried to fuck him back only to find her body pinned between them. Theresa looked up at me then, her face a mask of desperation and crazed pleasure. "Oh fuck me!" She cried. Being both gentlemen, they did. The seesaw motion was hackneyed and uneven, one driving into her body then the other, one withdrawing then the other until she was just a body tippled on the tips of two cocks, a cocktail waiting for utter consumption. Then they would both plunge into her together.

The first time, she screamed, by the third cycle, Theresa Fayre climaxed and the riven river of sensation turned her into a thrashing, bucking dervish, without the motion...as though the cries from her mouth were the action. Her body was penetrated over and over and she clung to me, bucking from one orgasm to the next in a paroxysm of pleasure that left her gasping and lank after four or five wracked her. They went still, Jamie huffing and Rodney clinched and still, eyes screwed tightly shut.

"Sorry, Sonny...I was being fucked in the ass and cunt at the same time and forgot about you." Theresa said, her voice strained, ragged, jagged and lank. Her eyes drifted down as though stuck in a reverie, found the end of my cock which had been mostly bumping along beside her head at my hip, licked him, kissed him. "Hello lovely fellow!" She said with such a tone of delight and adoration I almost whimpered just from lack of knowing how to acknowledge her. Then my cock disappeared into her mouth, an astonishing feat of fellatio that ended with her face once more against me, head bent at an unnatural angle given the use being made of the rest of her body. She wrapped one arm around my waist but used the other to wave behind her. Jamie couldn't see but Rodney did and he withdrew from her ass and rammed her again.

Her orgasm was somehow clearly present in her enveloping mouth. Jamie did his part out of my ken but I watched Rodney fuck her ass, easy then harder, then rough as a cob. The woman vanished. She became meat under the ministrations of an aficionado trio using her body for our pleasure. The woman was gone...her eyes were open...she'd tilted her head so she could look up at me from time to time, dazed and wild...grunting as we fucked her, she gave no indication of wanting to stop. When I grasped a hand full of her luxurious red hair, she screamed around my cock and bucked into a strained and constrained and contained orgasm.

"Bugger me, bitch!" Jamie said, an irrational idea that made me laugh in the midst of this torrent. "Let's cream the slut!"

"Oh fuck yes!" Rodney agreed and just like that, in a perfect unison that seemed magical and miraculous, we all pumped Theresa Fayre full of cum. Her ride on the airtight express was complete. Her response to the arrival of our climaxes was to offer up her own, again, and again, and again, bucking and shaking while we filled her body with cum. She seemed utterly undone. Not one motion or sound of hers was human in any conventional terms. She was an animal, possessed of a demon that twisted and contorted her body in ways she could never duplicate.

When we were all spent, gasping and panting, she still did not settle but continued to twitch and shiver. Then she bucked again. My softening cock felt her inhale again and I worried for a moment she'd swallow and I be emasculated and die right there, all teeth and intent. Some things just don't matter when a woman has your cock in her mouth, down her throat and she's cumming, cumming, cumming. There is this sense of satisfaction, completeness, that leaves you with an utterly irrational grasp of reality, like breathing and life itself is reduced in the face of such worshipful pleasure in the woman. You don't want to disturb it. Being present for such transcendence makes you think your purpose in life has been achieved and you can die. Crazy, right? But feeling that takes the edge off the fear of death, which must be another justification for why the French call it "the little death"...not just that your heart stops for a terrible moment, not even interrupting the pleasure with the thunder of life itself but it makes death seem small and insignificant once such pleasure has thrashed you.

Like always, the moment passed. Theresa simply went limp and sort of flowed out of our sway and ended up in a tangled pile of red hair and porcelain body on the floor beside us. I gestured at her. "Mavis, clean her up." And the woman dived in with an eagerness that belied her age and maturity, arranging the woman so she could lick and suck her cunt. In moments, Miss Fayre was moaning again, but more like the bubbling and popping sounds out of a molten pool of gold than what a woman would make. She was spent.

Pet looked disappointed but once I was dressed, I got her leash and gestured her over. She nearly pranced to my side and with her beside me, I gestured Rodney and Jamie out the door, leaving the two women moaning and grunting on the floor. So much for Mavis being a voyeur, only.

I'd just handed a woman to these two men and given her an experience most only dream of. She'd responded fully and I wondered how this would affect her as a sexual being in the future.

"Good god, Sonny, that was sort of amazing." Jamie said in his atonal understatement. Rodney just growled, like he was still the animal rutting at her now very pliable ass. I felt a sort of pride return to me, dampening the effects of the ambush and the resulting angst and existential confrontation. I led Pet down the hall with Rodney and Jamie flanking me, a step behind and it felt, natural, once more. Oh, the questions remained, the issues were far from resolved but I had this feeling, a real, deep, abiding feeling that this was not an aberration, well, aberrant by some standards I guess, but the idea that a woman could encounter me and be forever changed suddenly seemed...right. And that it was me and not the other two cocks with me that made it so, that thought echoed in me and I felt hollow and in that Zen emptiness, I felt complete.

I must admit, this was a feeling of savoir faire that I had not really experienced before. In retrospect it was born of the simple decision to face the question, not mind you, that I had answered it...but a determination to do so, even though I surely lacked all understanding of how that could be managed. Blue Man gave me the impetus by his apparent certainty that I did indeed have what was required to confront this dichotomy and convert it into a bothersome paradox that I collared on my own. I glanced at Pet and felt reassured in some odd way.

I gave the leash a slight jerk and Candy glanced at me with a Cherubic look, not smiling but something so calm, so aroused, so satisfied and sated that the feeling swelled in me. I wondered at what Jamie and Rodney wanted but for the first time in days, I felt like all that had happened flowed into me and through me and I was complete with it, not finished, mind you but where I needed to be, having stumbled like William the Conqueror, I was grasping the earth of a new land in both hands even before I had finished the struggle to possess it. I felt this was mine, my moment. That feeling was fleeting but I remembered it.

We got to the elevator in silence, rode down in the same way. During the ride, I muttered, "I need a drink." Both guys grunted in assent. Pet had a way of huddling with me without touching me at any point, like paint on a forcefield. It felt amazing, her presence was at once strange and a compliment that I was unsure still, how to accept gracefully. She just seemed to find rapport with me, even when I had no idea how to create it or manage or keep or expand it. I relished it but felt it to be something utterly of her doing. She moved with me with the same surety of a shadow. Candy was vanishing, it was Pet who was in step with me all the way to the maitre d', and beyond to the square table by the window looking out onto the street. I sat on one side, Rodney took a place next to the window with Jamie beside him straight across from me. Pet settled onto her knees beside me on the floor, back straight, hands on her bare knees with pink socks below, staring straight ahead. They both regarded her for a minute while I told the waiter to bring his menus and our drinks. I ordered a Tequila Sunrise. Bourbon for Jamie and a beer for Rodney.

Rodney glanced around. "Nice place." He said casually, maybe a bit over casually.

I agreed with a nod. Somehow, what we had just done vanished. Our use of Miss Fayre was in another dimension and the fabulous interlude was past and we were back where we began in the lobby. We had business it seemed.

"So. Rodney, how did you find me? Happenstance is unlikely I think." He grinned and rolled his rocky shoulders, passing for a shrug with him I think. He would be called adorable in that moment by some doting female, not me of course but that simple fact did not escape me and I added him to my Friday night agenda. Just like that. Like I could make such a plan with impunity and not get it scrambled or stop it from happening.

"Alissa told me. I went to her house and she told me you were...here." I nodded.

"Ah yes, she sent you here...so what brings you to me? Or are you going to make me guess." He shook his head.

"Far from it. I admire a man who doesn't push when it's not wanted." Again, it seems that the exit from my perceived "responsibilities" had not gone unnoticed and perhaps is to be rewarded. Rodney continued. "My sister, she hasn't been...entirely forthright with you. She's, she's been entertaining other options and now she feels, well, dup...dup...fuck."

"Duplicitous?" Jamie offered. Rodney glance up at him, searching the other man's face for a hint of condescension, and finding none I presumed, he nodded.

"Yeah, that. She's decided on you...no one has been able to give her a...shall we say...view of her options as you have. I must say, I am impressed, as she was. She did tell me all about it, Sonny." He grinned, then took a long drink from the iced water sweating on the table before him. He looked at me, since I was across from Jamie with Rodney on the same side of the table beside him against the window, he had to turn his head to look at me. By some primal instinct, in that silent moment, I lay my hand on the head of the female perched on her knees beside me and caressed her hair. She sighed audibly and moved closer, laying her head on my thigh and humming softly. I idly stroked her face and hair, just with fingertips and in doing so, renewed contact with this something, so new, strange, wonderful but...slightly unnerving. I'd never experienced a woman like this before and it felt...well, I felt it, strongly whatever it was.

Jamie actually bent out to peer around the table to look at her and smiled a little, nervously it seemed to me but with some interest and appreciation. Rodney didn't see at all so continued to talk.

"Ahmay sent me to find you...she didn't think a text or call was..." here he glanced at the bit of upright British propriety beside him and grinned a little. "...proper. So, here I am. She's yours. Not often a brother gives away his sister, is it?" Jamie was in the unfortunate process of taking a sip of water and sputtered into it making a mess of himself and the table in front of him. We all fussed and offered the spare napkins to cover his embarrassment, for I surely understood the reaction if he'd not given it any more thought than I had to that point. Seems like the brother and sister motif was growing common for me. I liked it. When all was put to rights, Rodney continued, since I'd not really found a fitting response, offering only passive silence. I still felt his presence an undefined mystery, though clearly Ahmay was the cause.

"My sister is well, shy but she's a feisty bitch when you get right down to it. Has me in hand when she wants something but don't often get demanding like that so we get on, just fine. So she picks you, for now, so long as you get that she could unpick you if you don't measure up to her standards." I felt the import of his words and luxuriated in it a bit. She picked me! That was something, right? Rodney spoke into my silence. "She knows that she's, shall we say, part of the picture for you, and honestly, I think she likes that, not like you'd get all moony-eyed and want to marry her or nuthin, that's one real advantage...that time, when you..." Rodney proved graceful in that moment, even though he glanced askance at Jamie. "...were not available, yes, she told me about it...it relaxed her. It eased the pressure she felt, hers not mine or yours. That made the next time much more...easier for her." His smile told me this was not a vengeance tour so much as an apology tour and I could relax, so I did, though it'd prove to be only the first volley in the fight and not his last by a factor of three. Giving him access to Theresa had been for her, more than anything and so I used him, I didn't expect it to mollify him if he needed mollifying.

Jamie had been listening to this and showed his good instincts, intuition and grace. "Your sister is yet a virgin? I can't imagine a better man to escort her into the world of ecstasy than this man."

Rodney regarded him for a moment and did his shoulder roll that would be my shrug. "How do you know Sonny?" Rodney asked, a burr in his tone that suggested he was unwelcome. It was like our tri-penetration of the real estate agent celebrating her recent sale was gone and forgotten, which felt odd to me but then again, I do odd don't I?

Jamie grinned a little shyly. "Oh, I needed to fuck a woman he owned and we...worked out a trade." Jamie said.

Rodney nodded. "Needed or wanted? There's a difference you know."

Jamie nodded. My conclusion about these two seemed well met...fitting a group of guys together makes a winning team. Jamie did his own version of my shrug which was a slight smile and an arched eyebrow only.

"I must tell the truth. It was a need, a personal need that actually complicated the business at hand but this chap made it all work out fine...for which I don't mind saying, I was grateful." I confess, after the long layoff and silence, I thought there'd be more blow back...particularly given how I left things dangling at my departure from servicing the MILF list. The recent investiture of Miss Fayre to the Airtight sisterhood notwithstanding. I glanced at Jamie and he was looking askance at me. He finally spoke his mind. "Can I talk frankly now?" He said. I knew what he meant and so did Rodney. Rodney took it as intended and not as an insult.

"I can give you guys space if you need me to take a walk." Rodney said graciously. And there it was, the moment to vouch for him. We may have just penetrated the redhead together but this conversation was something else altogether. So I did, I vouched for him.

"Rodney, stay. I have a proposition for you both involving some of my accumulated pussy and so, if you both agree, since you have already been sheathing swords in the same anvil so this bit of common knowledge between us might be a good place to start." I gestured at Jamie. "I can't imagine you have anything to add that won't be fine with Rodney." I could see a flash of something in Rodney's eyes that was something like gratitude but they hardened and that was past. Something else flashed, an uneasiness I marked but didn't pursue in that moment, but left it alone to see if it would reemerge with clearer definition eventually, and it did for my friend Rodney was not a patient fellow and he did have something more on his mind. Feeling gratitude in the face of trust is not unusual and is a good thing, showing that gratitude was something else, but he had lately fucked a female of my choosing so I guess I got a pass. I could see Jamie considering this and then he simply went forward...decisive as was his wont and training.

"Are you really going to own my mother and sister?" He asked. The British misdirection was absent. Now, this whole idea of ownership of pussy, of collars and such had rather grown up around me organically, the same way a juggler adds things to his act in real time or a politician alters her words to please an audience that thinks principles rule schools and don't apply to herself personally. I didn't mind using amorphous terms like "mine" and "own" because I could decide what that implied and ignore it when I wanted to. However, when someone else starts using it in a sentence and I am the subject and not the verb, then it seems important to recognize that this is hardly an objective idea. Or so I thought.