Extending the MILF List Ch. 08

"His, his, his cock is against my cunt. Push it in. Mrs. Kline the first, tell him to push it in!" Portia's voice vibrated with her need and excitement.

"Push it in!" Becky said sharply though her voice warbled a little.

She surprised me. I did not expect her to speak immediately but despite that, I did. I pushed into Mrs. Kline, the second.

"Ugh!" Portia cried as her body accepted my cock into her. "Oh god, Becky, he is fucking me!"

Behind me, I heard Lovely's muffled voice warbling in a kiss. God I wanted to see who was kissing her. I did not turn to look, though. I was busy. My cock penetrated Portia Kline. She held still as I fed cock into her body, pushing slowly into her roiling depths. I gripped her hips and pulled back. Portia lifted her head from between Becky's legs.

"Oh god, I never..." She dived back into Becky's swollen pussy. Becky grunted and flopped on the table, her head wagging back and forth. I pushed back into Portia and Becky stopped moving, she put her hands on the back of Portia's head, holding her in place. I pulled back and rammed into Portia's pussy again. The woman surged and moaned but Becky held her in place between her open legs.

Becky lifted her torso up, her hands still behind Portia's head, pushing her face down. She held herself, tensed, tilted up, her breasts swaying over Portia's head. She released the woman's head and planted her hands behind her body and arched her hips, grinding up against the woman's mouth on her pussy. She looked at me, down the line of the black woman's body bridging the space between my cock and her pussy.

"You are fucking my husband's wife." Becky said. She grunted, her eyes blinked a couple times. "Good. Fuck her. Make her scream and when she begins to come, pull out of her and give it to me."

Portia started to lift her head but Becky put a hand behind her head, balancing on her one hand and tensing her stomach to stay upright. Becky kept the black woman's mouth on her pussy.

I disregarded the order but continued to shove my cock into Portia's milky pussy. It seemed to swirl around me as I penetrated her over and over, the feel of her seeped through the skin and inhabited my body and then fired my brain. She felt like hot slurry, like warm pudding that could squeeze and move, alive with erotic intention surrounding the clasping lust and pleasure. I increased the pace, slamming into Portia harder and harder till the slap of my body on her lean ass filled the room around us. She tried to help but bent and, pinned as she was, all she could do was flex her ass and hunch a little. Oh, and eat Becky.

My orgasm rose up like a summer cloud in the desert, towering over me only to fall in a deluge onto me, a hammer knocking me senseless with powerful pleasure. I pumped into Portia and she whined, feeling me driving gouts of cum into her. I pulled back too far and lost her pussy. I scrambled to penetrate her again and when I did, she squelched and cum spurted out of her pussy, splashing us and running down her legs.

"Mmmmm." Portia moaned, feeling it.

I rooted far into her body and held there, glued to her ass, hunching against her while the climax yet raged in me, pokering her while I orgasmed.

Becky watched, eyes opaque, intense, focused on the woman between her legs. Alissa appeared beside her. Alissa lay down a sheaf of papers, reached out with both hands and took firm hold of both of Becky's nipples.

Becky became still.

"If you ask nicely, I'll pinch them and maybe you'll come." Alissa growled.

I thought Alissa was only going to demand a signature. What did I know? I was balanced on Portia's strong back, cock rooted deep inside of her. Portia lifted her face, tipping me off the small of her back. She moved forward a step, ducked under Alissa'a arms and kissed Becky on the mouth. Becky looked so surprised, when Alissa pinched her nipples, twisting them hard, she shook Portia loose, bucked and fell to the table squealing.

Portia returned to her pussy and moments later, Becky twisted and turned on the table, her great tits roiling and shaking, her hips popping up and down and then she grunted, her body went tense. She arched her body, till her tits fell back towards her head. She held the extreme position and shook, grunting while Portia lashed her pussy.

I pulled out of Portia. Becky dropped to the table. I staggered to a chair and sat down. I could finally see the tableau of Lovely with Ellen between her legs. Dannielle kissed Lovely on the mouth from one side and Annie sucked her tits on the other. Lovely fairly writhed in the chair, the sensations assaulting her body undoing her reason and disjointing her motions.

Becky lay puffing on her back. All I could see were her tits and Portia's head, still working between her legs. After moment, Becky panted through another small orgasm, gasping and banging her ass up at Portia. Alissa moved around the table.

"Becky, he's had you, you have to sign."

Becky twisted so that she faced the table, her body nearly completely turning. Her great ass tipped onto its side but Portia kept her mount, her mouth continued to work on Becky. Alissa sorted the papers and pointed to the first. Becky scratched her signature with a pen. Another and then she gasped and shook for a moment. Another and she groaned and bowed her head for a moment while her hips bucked under Portia. This went on for several minutes, signatures and little climaxes.

I was dressed when Portia finally left Becky's pussy. She stood up, staggered and sat her bare ass on the table beside the former wife. She grinned at me. "Leaving so soon?" She asked. Then, ignoring her own question, she giggled. "That woman, she loves to have her pussy eaten."

Becky, signing the last of the papers blushed clear down to her tits.

"Thank you, Mrs. Kline. That is all we needed. You and your daughter may go." Alissa came over to me and said, "Can I see you a minute in my office."

I nodded and with shoes and socks in one hand, followed her out the door, leaving the detritus of the orgy to someone else to clean up. Alissa pulled me into her office and closed the door. When she kissed me, it surprised me but it felt like approval.

It wasn't a legacy kiss, meant for perpetuation. She pulled away and went to her desk. "First, thank you for that. I, I think the woman thought she was playing with all the aces. She, none of them believed you could convert her that easily or that fast. I swear, I confess I did not believe it either but I had to ask you to try. I had a Federal attorney all linked up to give her the third degree. He'll be disappointed. You are a fucking marvel, to get all three of them naked and willing to fuck you while we all watched. No one will dare deny this now. God, this is so perfect! My god, Sonny, do you know what this means?"

"More pussy for Sonny?" I mumbled, sure I was wrong; wrong in guessing the answer to her question, not wrong about the implications of what had just happened for me and my little soldier.

Alissa laughed. She was ebullient. "No, it means I'll become the managing partner. Both of those guys had a clause in their contracts that no one else could be managing partner and to make it impossible for anyone to subvert their positions, they had their wives sign the agreements so only if all four of them would sign could Peppers give control of the firm to someone else." Alissa shook the papers at me. "I just got the last signature. Kline and Bickerstaff were sure Rebecca Kline would never sign. They bet on it!" She laughed, no, giggled. "They had no idea what Sonny Duncan can do to a woman's resolve to keep her tits covered." She laughed again. She put the papers down and came over and kissed me again.

"God, I want to fuck you badly right now!" She kissed me again. And again.

A guy has got to love a happy woman. If you have never encountered it, try it. Just to be a bitch, I wadded up her dress with one hand, walked her back to her desk, propped her ass on it and felt between her legs. She was Amazon wet. I pushed a finger into her and broke the kiss.

"Now you really owe me." I said softly.

She nodded. Then she grinned, even while my finger went where my cock could no longer manage. It had turned into an accordion. "Seven women. God, you fucked seven women."

"Eight." I corrected, not to be a butt but just to keep the record straight. "You forgot Annie."

"Oh my god, you're right. Did you see her eating Mrs. Bickerstaff! My god, who would believe what I just watched happen in that conference room?"

I shook my head and pulled my finger out of Alissa's chocolaty goodness.

She sobered. "I'll, I'll let Sid know we have settled the situation with the apartment. I don't know how long it will be in your name but the firm will pay all the monthlies with it. I have a contract hiring you that specifies that as part of your expense package. I am sure, after what you just did in there, I am sure you'll see another payment. I know you have struggled for money, I lent Cici money quite a lot of money over the years..." She gasped.

"Oh my god! I know whom you were talking about!"

I shook my head. "Fuck me, Alissa, you are hearing voices. I wasn't saying anything."

"No, I mean the woman who wants to watch us have sex. Ahmay Allan. She is the only woman I know who would tell you she respects me. The rest are, we are peers and that makes no sense. It's Ahmay, isn't it?"

I nodded. "Yes. Can I tell her you are on?"

Alissa nodded. "Of course. Of course. After what just happened in there, I may never want to fuck without an audience again. God, once I got started, I felt it around me like a warm blanket!" She hugged me then and kissed my cheek.

"One more thing, Alissa. You know Ellen?"

Her face clicked into listening mode. "Of course I know Ellen."

"She and Sammy..." I got no further.

"My god, Ellen and Sammy are having sex?"

I nodded.

Alissa genuinely looked shocked but her logical legal mind, or suspicious legal mind took over her body and she glared at me. "Why are you the one telling me this?"

"Oh come now, Alissa, how do you think they were going to tell you? You know that night, when I had Ellen and Dannielle at the apartment that first time? I, Dannielle treated it like she was taking a single night off, a night away from the strictures of her marriage and she asked for it all. You know, two cocks. Since I only have the one, I had to improvise. He and Ellen, oddly they hit it off. Her sarcasm and his, his..." I struggled for the right word.

"My son is irrepressible, I think that is the world you are seeking. Just like his father!"

"Exactly! Exactly. They, they just hit it off and now they are going at it like they were made for each other. Of course, given the proximity of their relationships to you, they understandably felt shy about saying anything."

Alissa nodded, reasonably. "I can see that, I guess. God, Sammy and Ellen? How much sense does that make? I cannot even imagine it."

I got an evil idea. I pushed her back onto the desk, pulling her skirt up over her black legs. Her face got really intense, only slipping into a sighing shuddered when I pressed a finger back through the slick tightness of her pussy.

Alissa moaned, her eyes closing rapturously. They opened a moment later, my finger still embedded deeply in her body. "God, Sonny." She whispered. "I never imagined I would benefit from this as I do. Thank you."

I put my face close to hers. She closed her eyes and tilted her chin up, and waited, waiting for my lips on hers. Instead I spoke.

"I want you to do something for me." I whispered.

"Anything." Alissa whispered back. "Just tell me what to do."

"I want you to offer yourself to Sammy and Ellen. Tell Sammy, or catch them together if you can and join them, if they'll let you. Then, then surrender to him whenever he wants you."

Alissa's eyes opened. "Oh god, Sonny, do you mean it?"

I nodded.

"I, I have been so jealous of Kyla and Natasha, their sons having them whenever they liked." She sighed. "I know Sammy, it hurt him but he loves you and he, he tried a couple times just to see if I would but we, our hearts were never in it." She shuddered. "Oh my god, now, now I can..." She tailed off in a puff of sexual smoke pouring from her ears.

Someone tapped on the door.

I pulled my finger from her pussy and she arranged her dress demurely, a fatuous conceit since the room reeked of sex. "Yes?"

The door opened and Annie poked her head inside. "Sonny want ride home? I go."

I kissed Alissa. "Soon. Tonight." I wanted to give her instructions, tell her to take Ellen home, confess she knew about them but I left it to her. "However you wish, Alissa."

I nodded to Annie and we walked together to the elevator and rode it down.

She waited till the thing opened and disgorged us into the empty, cold lobby of the office building. A security guard looked up, his eyes lighting at seeing Annie.

Anne spoke. "That, that is why Sid has invested in you. That, that would have been expensive and disastrous for him and Peppers. He and Peppers, they have become friends, of a sort. They talk often and Peppers confided that he was mortified that he let those two weasels into his firm. They brought business and reputation at a time when scandal had mired his firm down. Despite their despicable characters, they helped him get it back from the brink. When his health collapsed, they kept things going but did so at the cost of his full operating control. Sid set out to help him get it back when those two tried to steal his business from Alissa. Fucking buggers!"

Annie took my arm as we walked to her car in the glittering gloom of the night. "Will you drive? I, I am quivering so much I think I might crash us." She laughed.

Perhaps the first time since I met her, the tension in her seemed gone, utterly gone.

"I never saw anything like that. You fucked us all, every woman in the room!"

We got to her car, she handed me the keys, I opened her door and she got in. I went around, thinking about the question but when I climbed in and made to start the car, she put a hand on mine.

"Sid, he told me to tell you something. He said that Alissa is going to be under enormous pressure to fuck everyone in that office, every client that comes in the doors. He expects Bickerstaff and Kline to broadcast that she is a slut and will fuck to get business. The people coming in her doors will be imagining her naked before she ever says a word.

"He, he said you had to control her, for her own good. If, if she surrenders to that, she'll lose everything. She is a woman and she can fuck but not for her own benefit like that. He told me to ask you to figure something out, a way, a way to deflect the sexual rapprochement Alissa is likely going to face. Kline and Bickerstaff are not going to accept this demolition of their status in the firm easily. They will fight back.

"Sid, he wants you to find some way to take the pressure off of Alissa to have sex with everyone that comes in her door. It is going to happen. Sid says there are already stories that his attorney fucked him to get his business. That, that was one reason he left so quickly but the stories about you, they haven't made it into the grapevine. They may not. Sid thinks that Bickerstaff and Kline think you are just a placeholder and that Alissa is the real threat to them. They are right of course, about her, I mean. He asked me to have you come up with something. He said, he was so cute, he said that if anyone could figure out how to make Mrs. Honeywell's predicament into a benefit, you could."

She laid her hand on my arm again. "No pressure, though. Sid said to tell you that he had another way but, well, he thinks it is heavy handed and somewhat dangerous. He would rather you find a way to manage the situation for her if you can. She cannot be the one who has sex with clients, regardless of her reputation. Her connection with us will insulate her from any real damage save for the carping of the nattering nabobs of negativity." She tittered. "Spiro Agnew. Didn't think I came up with that one my own, did you?"

She told me to drive us home and I did. She slipped into a light sleep on the way. It felt odd to have fucked her and still have her sitting there, nodding to sleep, so relaxed with our situation. I had no doubt that had I the energy, she would fuck me again. That certainty together with the real regard I felt for this remarkable woman energized me enough to get us to my home. I turned the car over to Annie.

I entered the house and found Tawny watching TV. She sniffed me and told me I smelled like a mare who had just been fucked. I asked her what she knew about horses.

"Point taken."

I went upstairs, showered and got ready for bed. I was bone tired. The day had been long and the stress of an orgy drained me. I mean that. I was wiped out. Can't say I was out of shape, though. I think that the prospect of getting back into the grind of school oppressed me.

Tawny was using Mom's shower when I got done in the water closet. I had just lain down when the door to my room opened.

"Sonny? Will you sleep with me? I, I have gotten used to having Chris in bed with me and I don't want to sleep alone."

"Already? Shit, you adapt to another body in bed with you quick."

"I'm afraid of the dark."

"Horseshit. I bet you glow in the dark!"

"Please. In Mom's bed?"

I grunted and got up. I don't know what she anticipated but I hit the pillow and went out like a light. I fell into a pussy-hazed coma. I had pussy dreams, waking the next morning realizing I had dreamed most of the night of Becky Kline. God, what a remarkable body!