Extending the MILF List Ch. 07

With my cock carefully tucked away, I left her sitting on the chair, naked, trembling.

I saw Rodney second. First, I saw his sister, Ahmay sorting through blouses, covered up in a faux fur winter coat.

"Duncan. Over here." Rodney called loudly and I walked over to where he stood across the rack from his sister. "So? Where is this pussy you want me to fuck for you?"

No messing around, Rodney didn't. Ahmay glanced at me but bowed her head lower, hunching into the blouses on the rack. I went to where Rodney stood. I glanced meaningfully at Ahmay and back at Rodney.

He rolled his eyes. "She found out what I was doing and demanded to come along. I told her she couldn't watch and she said it didn't matter. She wanted to get a look at this bitch you want me to bone."

I looked back and Ahmay and found her eyes fixed on me. When I met her gaze she just nodded. I shrugged. "She is back there."

Rodney nodded. "I saw. Sure you ain't boning her?" He grinned. "I don't care. You can stay here with Ahmay. I'll only be a hour or two!"

I held up my hand. "Nope. I get to watch this time." My eyes remained on Ahmay, realizing in that moment what she must be thinking. Her eyes went wide and her mouth formed an O, which she covered immediately with one delicate hand.

"You want to watch me bone your girl? Ain't that a little weird?"

"Like this ain't weird to start with?" I returned. "I watch or nothing."

Rodney shrugged. "Rodney likes to have an audience but what happens when the bitch begins to scream?"

"I recommend you kiss her. She kisses good."

Rodney grabbed his crotch. "Oh, she'll be kissing sure enough." He gestured. "Its your party. Lead on." He looked over the rack at Ahmay. "We'll be back in a while. If you find something you like, someone will buy it for you, right Duncan?"

I did not look at the girl but steered through the racks to the changing room. I tried the door and found it locked. I rattled it and just as I was about to knock, D. Debra opened it.

"Think I was chickening out?" She asked with a sly smirk. "You first." She was dressed in a tight, red, satin negligee that draped to the floor but had slits up both legs over the hillocks of her hips clear to her waist. The front billowed open, barely containing her breasts with narrow strips of scarlet. Her blond hair made her look like a flame burning golden.

I looked around, Rodney was several feet away and behind him I saw the store clerk staring at us. I waved. Her eyes blinked and she smiled a wan smile and waved back. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Ahmay watching this exchange.

I stepped out of the way and let Rodney in. He was unbuckling his belt as he crossed the threshold into the women's changing room. I looked at the clerk again and caught her licking her lips. I hoped that meant we'd have no trouble. But for us, the place was empty. I went inside the room and closed the door.

"Jesus H. Christ, Duncan." Rodney's voice came from the other room. "You said she was built like a brick shit house but you didn't say the fucking bricks were made of gold." I got into the room in time to see the blush on D. Debra's cheeks.

"What have you brought me, Sonny?" She asked, looking at Rodney like a lioness looks at a calf. She was half turned, showing her body mainly in the mirror along with one real, bare leg in the split drape of the gown.

Rodney shucked down his pants, only remembering when they were at his knees to shrug off his coat. He unbuttoned his oxford shirt, hurrying. I could see his hands fumbling with the buttons in the mirror, beside the vision of D. Debra Hamilton.

She stood completely still, watching. Her eyes found mine and they warmed and she licked her lips.

Rodney got his shirt off.

"Oh my. You are a fancy fellow." D. Debra breathed.

Rodney was cut, his dark skin seemed to swallow the light. The contours of his body rippled as he moved. He dropped his briefs and D. Debra gasped.

"Oh my goodness."

"No, my goodness. Want a taste before or after?" Rodney wagged his ample cock at her.

D. Debra, to her credit, looked past him at me and turned her back deliberately to him. Rodney did not need a map. He was naked now. He moved in behind her, shoving the chair aside. He found the drape that hung off the arch of her ass and gathered it up out of the way. D. Debra's fine ass came into view. I moved to the side to see, to get a good view of what was about to happen.

"You, you want her to suck you while I fuck her?" Rodney asked.

I thought that was awfully nice of him. "No. She's all yours. Do your worse. Or best."

D. Debra bent forward and planted both hands on the dressing table and arched her back. She widened her feet and then repositioned her body. Rodney cupped one full ass cheek and then ran an exploratory finger up the crevice of her ass.

D. Debra groaned. "Oh god, Sonny. You are actually going to let him fuck me?" Her voice held the slightest taunt.

"I am actually going to make you fuck him." I said softly. "Till he has had enough of you. You are all his!"

Rodney twisted a little and his mighty cock came into view as he lifted it to touch the end to the entry to D. Debra's body. They pushed together and his dark cock slid into her with a wet squelch.

"Uhhhhh!" D. Debra groaned.

"Oh fuck!" Rodney grunted. He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her onto his cock. She fit onto it like a glove, sliding onto his length without hesitation. As her ass bunched between them, I saw a stream of fluid bead and run down the inside of her thigh.

Then Rodney fucked her.

His was not subtle or accommodating. He was chasing his orgasm from the beginning, hammering D. Debra hard from behind. She widened her hands to the back corners of the little alcove into which the dressing table was built and tried to steady her stance as he rammed into her. She grunted and then bowed her head.

"Oh cock, oh cock, oh cocking fuck me!" She growled as Rodney's ass bucked back and forth, driving her full of cock with great, thrusting strokes.

"Oh, oh god, yes!" D. Debra squealed, still in control enough to keep her voice low, low but intense.

Abruptly, Rodney pulled out of her pussy and twisted her around. She stared wildly at him. He was nearly a head shorter, his forehead meeting her chin, which put his mouth right at her tits. He spread the red satin off her tits and mashed them with his dark hands, stark against her pale skin. She groaned, sagging back onto the table. For a long minute, he massaged her tits. D. Debra's eyes were closed for a while but then she opened them and found me. She stared at me while Rodney squeezed and kneaded her tits.

She sighed when his hands left her tits. Rodney grasped her by the shoulders and pushed down. She crumpled to her knees. Her hands found his slick cock, grasping it with both. She found her balance rose up on her knees and licked around his cock helmet. She traced the flare with her tongue and then opened her mouth and pushed it into her mouth, sucking hard as she did so.

"Oh motherfucking god!" Rodney growled. "Good bitch, suck me bitch!" He grasped her head in both hands and pulled her forward, pushing his cock deep into her mouth and throat. D. Debra gagged immediately. She choked and came off his cock gasping, spittle dribbling from her chin.

"Goddammit, bitch, suck me!" Rodney growled.

D. Debra looked up at me, her eyes opaque, wild and glittering. She used some of her gown to wipe her mouth and then his cock before fitting it into her mouth, opening her lips to take him once more. Down his cock slid but this time Rodney left her a little control and she managed to take most of it before seizing up. She pulled back but then pushed forward, taking his cock deeper and deeper till her face pressed against his body, white against black. Rodney was gritting his teeth. D. Debra's throat worked, she made sucking noises around the shaft in her mouth. Her hands found his thighs and her cheeks dimpled as she sucked.

"Oh god, not yet." Rodney growled, grabbed a fist full of hair and pulled her off his cock.

He looked over at me, his face lit with the strain of ecstasy denied. "Anything you want to see in particular?" He asked.

That startled me. I shook my head but spoke differently. My mouth was dry from watching her try to suck his cock, the look in her eyes, the intensity. She sat on her heels, nude, gasping but quivering. Her tits brushed his dark legs.

"On her back." I croaked. "Fuck her on her back."

Rodney grinned. "Great idea." He mumbled. He grabbed her by her shoulders and twisted her off her heels, dragging her a little to get room and laid her down. She lay down, her legs together, till he lay down on top of her. Her legs parted and Rodney bent over her. With one hand he fit his cock into her pussy and shoved down into her.

D. Debra convulsed.

"Cock!" She squealed. "Love cock!" Her legs rose around him, like cranes.

Rodney pumped down into the V of her legs, slapping his body against her over and over, the smacking sound filled the room.

"Put her legs over your shoulders." I said.

Rodney did. At first, he stretched her wide, pushing her legs towards her shoulders with his brawny arms. He bent her double, pressing her legs back against her breasts. He continued to penetrate her, shoving his cock into her taut pussy, ramming her harder and harder.

D. Debra was panting, gasping for breath. At some point she grunted and tensed, bent as she was, her body just quivered. Her head whipped back and forth and she squealed, still controlled enough to stifle her cries. Rodney had slowed but was deep stroking, running his cock into her with deep, smooth strokes, lying on the back of her thighs, slapping his body on hers. As Rodney withdrew, Deedee's eyes opened wide. As he slammed into her, she grimaced, squeezing her eyes closed while her body convulsed.

To my eyes, she was coming, almost constantly now. Pinned under the piston, she struggled to respond but her body seemed shot through with movement she did not control. Rodney's action scooted her closer and closer to the wall, under the dressing table, into the alcove cut into the wall. When her eyes opened and she saw the edge of the table above them, she stretched out her arms and pressed against the wall. Rodney continued to hammer at her pussy, ramming and ramming and ramming her with increasingly violent strokes.

Then, as though surprising him, he growled as he withdrew from her and his orgasm arrived. He thrust down into her bubbling pussy, penetrating and pinning her. His body shook and twitched as he pumped cum into her. After a minute or two, he slowed and folded over her. After another minute, he released her legs. She sighed and her legs drifted down his body as though tasting him with her heels, till they hooked behind his thighs. They lay in the love knot panting and gasping.

D. Debra's eyes opened and found me. She watched me, expressionlessly, till Rodney roused out of his stupor and pulled her out from under the dressing table, no more than a shelf set into the cove of the wall. Pulling her free, he immediately crawled up her body and lay his blurry cock on her chin. He bent over her and she licked and sucked it into her mouth. In moments he grew hard once more.

Rodney twisted to look at me. "Buddy, if you want to fuck her, nows your chance. What can she say about it with a cock in her mouth?"

By the pantheon of Rome, I swear I was tempted, nearly past my resistance. I felt her eyes on me and read nothing there. Finally I shook my head and said words that would set the terms of my relationship with this blond bombshell. "I don't take sloppy seconds."

Okay, a lie, since I had been second down the kitty hole plenty of times. In my defense, much of the time Laura Wills often smoothed the way but still, this seemed a self-imposed rule for D. Debra Hamilton. What began as an infatuation turned difficult had become a war of wills. I think she knew it. Also, it was to serve me well in about five minutes.

Rodney shrugged. "More for me. Dude, any positions you want me to try with her? I'm good for another round or two."

"Knees." I rasped.

"Make her howl? Cool." He withdrew from her mouth and I noticed her vain attempts to follow his cock away, trying to keep it between her full lips, and the disappointment that flitted across her face when nothing she did kept it in reach. She was still fixed on the cock when Rodney grabbed each thigh and with a titanic twist flipped her onto her tits. She stretched out her hands, trying to breath in that new position.

"Christ, what an ass!" Rodney mumbled. He struck it a time or two. With lesser examples of the female ass, an ass moved, quivering but D. Debra was sound as a blue chip stock. He struck her twice, once on each cheek and D. Debra seemed to preen under the attention. I had a flash of her ass, penetrated and full of cock. Rodney, seeing her arching her back did not read her as I did and gripped each thigh, opened and lifted her and moved between her suspended legs. He maneuvered her back till his cock found and hooked in the mashed ridges of her pussy. He plunged into her, but no, that is not right, he sat back on his heels and with his burly arms yanked the blond woman bodily onto his cock. She was his condom.

D. Debra, surprised by the abrupt penetration screamed. She immediately covered her mouth but it was too late. Her body bucked. Somehow, his position inside her body touched off a wracking orgasm that made her look like a rag doll in the jaws of a hound. Rodney lifted up, standing on his knees and bodily pulled her off and then back onto his cock. The motion seemed to move her on her tits, tilting them one way then the other but surely that only indicates what I was watching; surely she was on her elbows. Her back bent at an impossible angle each time Rodney pushed her away and then he pulled her on to his cock like a big blond cock puppet.

D. Debra huffed and puffed and struggled till Rodney lost strength, incredible in that position. He pulled out of her and then manipulated her onto her knees. She assumed the position and he rammed his cock into her again, smacking against her plush ass so loud it sound like the crack of a rifle shot. Gripping her hips, he proceeded to fuck her, piercing her deeply each time.

He muttered to me, "Have, have, have her suck, suck, suck you." He was winded, finally. "What a bitch! What a fine fuck this bitch turned out to be!"

I admit I felt jealous in that moment and that startled my hand away from my cock and brought me back to the moment. I felt the longing to have affection and access to D. Debra Hamilton but now that was likely gone forever. I'd have her, I hoped, but till then, I'd give her to my friends. I backed out of the room, echoing with the slap, slap, slap of their fucking. I carefully opened the door and left the dressing room, now redolent with the smell of their copulation.

I closed the door and stood staring at it, thinking of D. Debra as the center of attention. I felt a kindly thrill, thinking of her reaction when three of my buddies had her air tight. She'd owe me and suddenly I had the insight I had been fumbling for since I lost my soul to her on the steps of the engineering building. She hated to owe someone! This perverse teasing with me revealed just how frightened and just how reluctant she was to fuck someone with whom she felt the connection that existed between us.

I was turning this possibility over in my mind as I wandered out into the store. I was not seeing so good when Ahmay took my arm and guided me toward the door, I went willingly. Not because of the torpor of thought from the new understanding of my situation but because the feeling of her cool hands on my elbow cleared my head and focused me on that simple, sensuous sensation.

"Oh shit!" I said, stopping ten steps beyond the door to Thurston's. "I left my coat in there."

Ahmay giggled. "If Rodney came once and is still at it, we have half an hour or so. After the first time, if he bothers to stay with her, he'll be a while." She giggled. "So? How was she? Did, did you do to her what you did to Mrs. Honeywell?"

My mind had lost a filter or two in the last hour, just from sensual stimulation spiked into my eyes, so I did not and could not dissimulate. "No. No. I haven't had sex with her. I want to but I didn't. Your, your brother, Rodney offered and I could have but, but I didn't. God," I closed my eyes, seeing D. Debra again, open and vulnerable again, "god but I wanted to!" I felt like a dope and realized I had shown my dopiness to Ahmay.

She stopped us. She turned me, removing the thrilling feel of her hands from my elbow and, I finally noted, the nudge of her breast from my upper arm, she turned me to face her squarely. Her hands moved to my upper arms. "You mean to tell me that you have not had sex with that woman?" She asked. "I thought, I thought she was your girlfriend."

I nodded, still dosed with the sexual equivalent of sodium pentothal. "No. I go down on her when she wants me to, she loves that and says I make her come better than any tongue in the land."

For a while, in the sparse crowd of the mall, Ahmay stared at me. "You mean, even in there, you, you didn't have sex with her?" She shook her head. "How did you resist? God, Rodney loves to share a woman, well, at least that is what he says. I never...no." She stopped and started a different thought. "I, I doubt one man in a hundred would be able to resist her. She is sexy and beautiful and, apparently willing. What more could a man want?"

"Willing, that is missing. She says not me, never me."

"And you still bother with her? You haven't taken her by force?" Ahmay was not leaving this be. She released me and turned her back on me. Still covered in her coat, I had nothing much to actually look at so remembered visions of her body supplanted reality. She turned back to me. I looked her right in the tits.

"I must say, you must have the will power of a god." She said. "To allow her to be so close and take none of your own pleasure, that shows astonishing self-control. I never thought a man could resist a woman like that."

"Her, yes." I said and followed with, "You, I wouldn't bet on it." I found I meant it. Strangely enough, feeling Ahmay's hands on my skin stoked the sensual fire in me higher. I felt like if she touched me again, I'd blow in my pants. I was quivering with lust. Somehow the lust for D. Debra mixed with this new lust for Ahmay and became inextinguishable, like when you pour two paints together and mix them. For a while they swirl but then the boundaries shatter and the tints merge to make a whole new color, liquid and smooth.

She took hold of my arm again, pressing her breasts against my side in a most pleasurable way. "Would you really want me to tempt you like that?" She asked after she moved us forward, back into a wobbly walk. My balance was off because of the erection in my pants or maybe I was just lightheaded.

"Of course, Ahmay. You are a beautiful woman and I have every desire to have you." The words fluttered off my lips before I had a chance to think about them and reduce their honesty back down to the social norm.

Ahmay did not seem to think I had violated the social contract. She giggled. "I, I have things I want to do, before, before, before I do that. I always thought that it was just a fantasy, that no man...but maybe I was wrong."

I hoped her fantasy included being fucked.

That thought seemed to wrack my brain, leaving me an empty husk but then I saw the jewelry store, The Diamond's Edge, the one where Mary worked and where I had fucked her with Laura Wills watching. Like that, as Psyche sprang from the forehead of Zeus, I saw things so very, very clearly.