Extending the MILF List Ch. 26

Her voice dripped lust. "God yes, Sir, all done, just waiting for the towels then we can go...when you are ready." She entered and closed the door.

Sara turned her head, limply pointing with her hand nearest to Mavis. "Stand there." She breathed. "So I can see you when this guy hammer fucks me." She said, using my term. I swear I detected a little quaver in her voice. She tipped her head to look back at me but surely could see nothing so it was more pose than peering. "Sonny, please...I need to cum, if you turn this slut onto her back and pound her, she will cum...I know it...I need it. Please...." She stuttered to a stop. "Sir." She added.

"Sir, may I undress first?" Mavis whispered, moving to stand where Sara had pointed. Mavis wore a sort of halter dress that hid nothing of her fleshy plushness. When I nodded my assent, she slipped the strings off her shoulders and let it drop down exposing her body to us both. She had low heels on, a fact I'd change, I resolved. I had this feeling that I could alter this woman and she'd glow from the attention...and that led to insight into who and what Tracie was as pet, affording me a glimpse of her "training" in feel if not actual understanding.

"God...she's sort of amazing. A MILF you said? So she's spawned?" Sara's voice was awed for sure.

Mavis actually blushed.

"Four kids, grown now." I said, speaking for Mavis as I slowly backed my cock out of Sara's cunt. The feeling of that slow retreat made me gasp with pleasure, a result mimicked in Sara as a huffing sort of keening.

"Oh." She sighed as my cock emptied her, a long exhalation that warbled around us like a mist. I departed her cunt as naked Mavis stood nervously watching. I shifted, moving to open Sara till I sat between her splayed legs. For a moment none of us moved, almost holding our collective breath. Then Sara twisted onto her side, scissored her legs around me and replaced them, lying on her back. "Fuck me, Sonny." She said.

Clearly she was in the habit of directing the invited cocks, but this was different, lolling into invitation more than demand. When she spoke next though, it was clearly a plea, a supplication.

"Oh god, Sonny, do it, fuck me please!" Her voice was raw with need but the door opened and a middle-aged woman, block-bodied and studious entered the room with a stack of towels nearly hiding her face.

"Oh." The maid grunted, seeing first naked Mavis then the coital tableau on the bed.

I had to bend my cock to the cunt in question and pressed it into Sara's body.

"Oh fuck yes!" Sara hissed as I penetrated her, leaning onto my hands over her conventionally perky tits, nipples taut and firm.

"On the empty bed, please, ma'am." Mavis said fidgeting naked beside us.

My cock sliced into the girl under me, filling her with hot goodness. Sara's hips rose under me, sheathing me in her cunt then dropping away. I followed her down and pinned her to the bed. My pubic bone punched hers and we were blending together as the maid sidled past naked Mavis to the other bed, deposited the towels and scuttled out of the room.

I fucked Sara.

The motion was slow, deep and steady at first. She stretched her arms over her head, crossing her wrists, and spreading her legs around me. I fucked her. My cock penetrated her body, and in the slow, measured strokes, her cunt squelched and clinched. After half dozen cycles in and back, her hips rose under me, thrusting as I descended, meeting me halfway only to be borne down to the bed, pinned and possessed in that most marvelous of ways. The pace quickened and soon the slap slap slap of our bodies impacting each other filled the room. Sara turned her head and kissed her upper arm, sucking at it in a self-involved expression of our mutual pleasure.

I fucked her, elbows locked so I was suspended over her, hips rising and falling like the reciprocating piston pump of an oil well, steady and slow but gaining speed as Sara responded. Up and down, up and down, up and down, I suddenly thought of the elevator and chuckled which opened her eyes. Rather than attempting to explain the meaning of my chuckle, which would indeed have broken the mood, I released my locked elbows and kissed her, settling down between her legs, planting my cock down deep inside her. Sara lifted her legs and locked them around me, binding us together.

The kiss sizzled and snapped and I let it linger and grow in our mutual stillness. I released her lips, sweet, hungry, open. I lay my head beside hers, ran my hands down under her ass, which she politely lifted to accommodate me, then gripped her there, tightly, hard. A cheek in each hand, I arched my back, gaining some small separation that was mostly symbolic before crashing back into her. The result was more like a rub then a thrust but holding her by the ass made it wonderful. I felt her body respond as I ground into her and she groaned in concert with the motion.

The urge seized me and I ratcheted up speed and intensity, fucking her with the plain old to and fro that populated the world. My weight settled on her lithe chest, making Sara gasp and pant but there was more than just gravity and inertia to her music. She began to mumble and in moments gasped, tensed and arched under me.

"Cumming!" She cried, her voice replete with amazement.

Yes, I was so proud, but it didn't distract me. I ground and bumped, thrusting down into her cunt over and over even as she washed us both with her climax, her body vibrating under me, moving so fast with little shimmies that it seemed impossible to match so I remained the thrusting piston, hammering her harder and harder, nailing her to the bed.

One orgasm became two, then three and still I fucked her. Sara's legs clung to me, holding me in her but allowing me a bit of slack to make the action count. She gasped, grunting then crying out, announcing her orgasm each time. "Sara's cumming!" Her voice flung the news into the room with a sort of self-involved delight. After the third clarion call, she gleeped, bucked, shook, bucked again and went limp under me, legs releasing and letting her fall open under me. Her cunt relaxed as I sluiced in and out of her. The sloppy sounds of her post-orgasmic condition did not deter me. I fucked her still even as she became inert.

I shifted then. Urgency filled me and the pace quickened beyond what we'd managed to that point, but Sara was still under me, taking me in with her wee acceptance but unable to respond in her current state of bliss. Each time I drove into her, she gave a little grunt, "uh, uh, uh, uh" orchestrating my use of her with that soft acknowledgment but robbed of participation by her own satisfaction. Faster and faster until her grunting blurred into a bleating keen and she growled out, "oh Christ!" and her hips bucked under me again. The clasping response of her body to this new rapture drew me to the brink...I fell into her depths, surged at her body, then exploded with a growl of satisfaction.

Even as I went still, before rabbit fucking her as I injected my orgasm and the cum it generated into her cunt, she humped at me, grinding herself against me from underneath with firm conviction. I lay between her spread legs, my weight melting over her, my cock spurting cum into her tight, hot cunt. I held her by the ass, both hands locked under her, controlling her some even as her body quivered and the shared passion washed over us like a scarlet night, leaving us both gasping in the wake of the synaptic climaxes. Once the orgasm was complete, my body shook and trembled and suddenly I couldn't breathe!

I groaned, releasing her fine taut ass, struggling to get my hands out from under us, I managed to do so and rose up over her, gasping for air, as though the sole focus of my body had consumed me to the point I forgot to breathe. I opened my eyes and found Sara staring up at me. Her words were not what I expected.

"Fuck I hate this!" She fairly snarled.

No, not what I expected. I was about to whine some denial of her words but my breathless state saved me from being stupid.

"My mother was fucking right. God I hate it...my god what a fuck! I never ever orgasmed just from being fucked like this before!" Sara's voice held her chagrin and amazement in equal measure, offering them both to me although only one was mine by right. "How could she know? She said I'd not be sorry if I wasn't a bitch to you and did as she insisted...she told me to let you have me as you wished and I'd not be sorry. My bitch mother was right! God. I hate that but holy moly, I...fuck me...!"

I did the gentlemanly thing then and kissed her. Her arms till then stretched over her head, wrists crossed the entire time, descending and wrapped around me, embracing me like a legal contract. The kiss broke and she looked to the side at naked Mavis. "Well? How was that?" Her voice was replete with nascent laughter that was just glee.

I turned my head, rising up to my elbows to do so. Mavis was in a state...she'd tottered back against the wall and with her feet planted, and wide, she was rubbing her cunt furiously. While Sara and I watched her head raised, showing us her fevered eyes.

"Oh, oh, oh, Master, please, let me cum!" She gasped.

"What the fuck?" Sara hissed. "Let her cum, Sonny!" She sounded as desperate as did Mavis.

"Cum, for us, Mavis." I said automatically, not really considering the meaning or implications of the moment.

Mavis climaxed.

It was not some simpering titter. She came like lightning striking. Her head bobbed, her eyes rolled up, her tits wagged and bobbed and her hips thrust at her helping hands before going utterly stiff and still, her voice screeched like tearing metal, a long howl of ecstasy that went on and on and on, testifying to the depth of the strength in her lungs.

Then it was all past.

Sara and I looked at each other. She smirked. "Makes me almost wish I was her. Almost." She smiled then, an intimate expression, shared with me as if I were her one and only. She lifted her head to peck at my lips with hers.

Mavis redraped herself, the dress covering nothing but showing her charms to good effect. Sara remained a Goshawk and I dressed like the masseuse I had turned out to be. We emerged into living room to find pet had Bruce's cock in her mouth. He flushed his pipes for her and I had to tell her to swallow as her cheeks bulged with his cum. She did with gratitude and satisfaction. I wondered what else she wanted to drink but didn't mention it.

Bruce had three porters with the luggage which he lined up against a wall and then took ours down to my car, using a service elevator. Pet showed them the way and I gave Mavis the keys, told them to start it up and be warm when I arrived.

The flock of Goshawks were in the lobby when I arrived with the hen Goshawks clustered in the midst with the red headed lesbian coach. They eyed me as I approached like I was the headsman without his ax but not without the intent. Connie did her duty as their official greeter when I stood before them.

"So? Did you fuck her? Was she any good?" She asked with her wicked grin, getting a gasp from Jamaica and glowers from Veronica and the coach. It seemed like a good question to answer, given the plan I was forming around this squad of cunt.

"I did. She said she'd never cum like that before in her life. I expect to have her more." I turned to the red headed coach, extended a hand. "I am Sonny Duncan." I said.

She looked at it, glanced at Veronica then shook it with two firm motions in her good strong grip.

"Francesca Porsche, but you can call me Frankie." The girls some ways away were standing and staring at us.

"I'll give you the three cards to the suite, 4001. You can't get more, it's a bit of a trip under the radar so you'll have to coordinate how to manage that. I am afraid the invitation extends only to Monday noon, well, I think I got them to extend it to three but after that you need to be elsewhere." The four women glanced at each other, nervously but not panicked. Chagrin showed in their eyes only and with thinner lips. My cock twitched in anticipation. I wondered if his oracular sense was at play again. I glanced at the team and hoped so. I'd make it so if I could.

"I have an idea if nothing else turns up for you all. I hate for you to feel unwelcome in our fair city. If the cold hasn't done that for you yet. I have a condo as I said and I discussed with a neighbor his empty condo and obtained permission to offer it along with mine...only eight beds total so not quite enough, given that I'd have one of the rooms myself." I thought about my own house being empty soon but dismissed trying to coordinate that. I had enough balls in the air. Besides, rooming with the Goshawks had lots of promise for Sonny. "So six beds for you Goshawks but three bathrooms, three showers and the like. I know it's not ideal and the location is a ways away, no place to park the bus I don't think so you'll need to be let off and more or less stranded. But it's warm, comfortable and has the real virtue of being available." I grinned then, hoping my rapacity did not show in the sparkle of my teeth.

"What do you expect from us?" Veronica asked immediately, her appraising eyes still cool and steady.

"Oh, that. I expect you all to fuck me and my buddies all week." I said and found I felt as nonchalant as I sounded in my own ears. I liked this version of Sonny, then cringed as things tended to go haywire right after I got comfortable.

"Well, at least he's honest." Jamaica said into the ensuing silence. I'd have predicted Connie's commentary but she had taken on Veronica's appraising cool eyes. She wasn't silent though.

"At last, maybe we'll all get a little and not just the Chreswell family!" She breathed, earning nothing from Veronica, though she deserved a snarling glare by my accounting.

"Is this contingent?" Veronica spoke evenly but her left hand was pulling at the gray Goshawk skirt, making it twitch and bunch.

"You aren't considering this, are you?" The coach growled. "The gall of the child! How dare you!"

"Oh come now, Frankie, you have often said that a good fuck before the game improves performance. You claim there is plenty of research to support it. Or have I been doing you under false pretenses?" Veronica's voice dripped not venom exactly but was replete with warning with a thick coating of sarcasm.

"Judas Priest! Is that a fact Frankie?" Connie resumed her role.

The redhead lifted her chin. "It got us this far, didn't it. Calms me down. I haven't gotten tossed for ten matches. And we won."

I sensed the lovely sexual undercurrents I had become adept at navigating. "Same conditions, call them, as the arrangement with gasping Sara." I smiled then as all four women focused on me. "Consider that you are joining a dating site but in person, so same rules apply. Consent matters to me always so no one need 'put out' with obligation. Desire rules the day...and nights. I haven't decided to invite my boys to partake yet anyway if that sounds too...shall we say, 'communal'?"

Veronica smiled a little. "Let's be realistic, if we had hotel rooms for this passel of sluts, they'd be on their knees and backs somewhere in the place for someone. Why get squeamish now?"

"Not like John doesn't pick the team with his scholarships. We all know he recruits models from the team, not like he's subtle about it, Ronnie, his recruiting habits are well known! How many graduates does he have working for him now? Fourteen by my last count?" Connie's voice was slightly burred but also slurred with something that seemed lusty and lurid to me. Oh my!

"He's a talent agent and at least they graduate, more than we managed." Veronica returned.

Oh yes, lots of undercurrents.

I marveled at the sudden spate of dirty laundry being displayed. I decided it must be my masseur's uniform, such as it was showing under my coat.

"I have a suggestion." Jamaica stepped into the fray with a surprising bit of courage, which, given her suggestion revealed something to me that her friends may have missed. "The team is off limits until they are out of the tournament. We lose, then they can be had...if they win, then we give them to you for the weekend. We did promise them a shopping spree on your dime if they took the tournament, Ronnie. I have the gift cards in my bags like you instructed. This might be a little frosting." She smiled that sweet smile that I'd eventually learn that her loin rush had occurred.

Connie had something to contribute. "They can have us." She said with the overused wicked smile of hers, which finally fit the meaning of her words. "Your friends, I mean. Just us three...for all the shit we have put up with this season."

"But the girls must know we are getting fucked." Jamaica interjected. "Even watch if they want." Her cheeks pinked up immediately and she shifted her stance, rocking her hips back and forth in a very appealing motion. She and Connie both looked at Veronica.

"You can't be serious!" Coach Francesca growled.

"What's the matter, Coach? Can't stand the idea that there will be man cum in our cunts all week?" Connie snarled.

"That's enough, Connie." Veronica said calmly. "This is the last week of the season, so I think letting Frankie have whomever she wants from the team is proper return on our investment. She's done well, as a coach and as our bitch. She's a bit of a talent, actually, so before Sonny here gives you to his friends, you may want to avail yourself of her skills. I have, as you correctly surmised."

The air around us was getting thick with erotic past and potential. I was not going to let this conference conclude without something for Sonny. Something more. "I am fine with offering you MILFs to my guys only for the week, till you are out of the tournament. Telling them look but don't touch for the rest of the team will fit an emerging situation I think...but I don't think I should be included in that. I think the Goshawks should all spread for Sonny at my request and with their consent." My heart hammered as this was a very forward step, one I liked, mind you, but I guess my body realized I'd not done this sort of thing that often or so obviously. It felt roundly presumptuous and I was not at all sure that I liked it. "You tell everyone that if I offer and they want, then they can. Fair enough?" For a moment no one moved. I looked directly at Jamaica Evers. "I guess we could insist that none of them fuck me unless one of you is present...watching I mean. At the very least, anyway. And Coach here can finally taste her winning team." I hesitated, considering the likelihood I was far overstepping not the bounds of propriety which had been breeched and left in ruins but also the limits of my own flowering imagination. "She," I nodded at the glowering redhead, "can do her own tastes tests before Sonny's cock gets in one of the team, close by so we can see what is what. She gets to eat the meat before I fuck it. You eat it, then I fuck it, that's the deal. Not a condition, just...the arrangement." I wanted to smile but maintained the neutral negotiator's nod to emphasize my approval of my own suggestion.

The coach was the slowest one to nod. I guessed she was doing arithmetic in her head and figured she'd get some tongue of her own even in competition with Mr. Cock. Finally. She'd know whom to approach and how, I presumed, and so figured her prospects were barely dimmed by my entrance into the contest. As for me, her tongue preceding me could only smooth the way. I doubted that if she'd restricted herself to the redoubtable Mrs. Chreswell for the whole season, that she'd convert any of the unconverted in a week's time.

"Shall we tell the team?" Jamaica asked. "I mean, that there is cock waiting for them when they lose?"

"God, no! Only if they win...they lose, no cock, that's the story." Connie crowed. "How many cocks do you have to offer me?"