Extending the MILF List Ch. 10

"So? Is she wet?" Suzanne asked, her voice casual.

Sean looked at the blonde in the crook of his other arm. "Curiosity killed the cat." He said.

"The pussy, you mean?" Suzanne returned.

Sean grinned and wiggled his finger deep in his mother's pussy. She grunted and her shoulders fell, her head bowed and she moaned.

"I'd say she's plenty wet." Suzanne muttered.

"And hot." Natasha added, her voice thick and musty.

I ended the moment, releasing Natasha and pushing past her. "Come with me." I said to no one in particular and everyone in specific. I walked towards the bedroom. I felt the others shed the moment, like they were chicks breaking out of their eggs. One by one they appeared in the bedroom behind me. I went over to the big round bed and sat down and crossed my legs. They appeared bare in the gap in the robe.

When Suzanne appeared, I noted her eyes flicked to the zipper sleeves laying on the bed. She hugged herself, her arms lifting her breasts.

Natasha's eyes locked onto the gently curved paddle laying beside me. She looked up at me and then back at the paddle.

"Sit down." I said. "Not you." I spoked shapely when Rebecca moved towards a chair. She looked chastened and stepped back. I got up and pointed at Suzanne and then at a chair. She took it. I repeated that with Natasha and she sat down. I pointed at Lydia and she sat between the two women on the third chair.

I looked at Sean. I was about to test him. "Sean, my man, have you ever paddled a woman's ass hot and then fucked her on her back?"

His eyes got wide but not as wide as Natasha's. He shook his head.

"Well, would you care to? I mean, if that is not your thing...?"

"No. No." He croaked. "No, I mean, yes. I'll, I'll do it." He blinked his eyes and then focused on the women, one at a time till he found Rebecca Kline, still standing. "Who?" He rasped.

"I'll help you get started." I stood up and looked at Mrs. Kline.

"Oh no." She whispered, her voice quivering. "Oh, please, Sonny. Not that." She gasped.

"No. Please." Natasha echoed, her voice quivering very like Rebecca's.

"You fucking asshole." Suzanne growled.

She was quick.

"You fucking, prick of an asshole!" Suzanne's voice trembled though. "God, how can you do this?" She had me figured out. I heard the admiration in her voice twined together with a very personal dread.

Natasha shook her head and then looked past Lydia. "What?"

Suzanne leaned forward, all primed to speak what she was thinking but she looked at me first and I gave her a slight shake of the head. She blinked several times. "Watch. You'll, you'll figure it out." She husked, her voice rough. "Christ, I need a drink."

I waved at her. "Help yourself."

She nodded and rose out of the chair but tipped to the side like she was already intoxicated. "Anyone else?" She asked, her voice tight.

"Me." Lydia Favors said.

She left the room.

I looked at Rebecca. She looked terrified. "Get on the bed. On your knees, facing the head board and put your hands on it." I was thinking wrong. I looked at the lace up harness and changed my mind. "No. Sit on the edge of the bed. But, but take off the thong first."

Rebecca skimmed the thong down immediately, as though any delay to what was coming was welcome. Naked, she looked at me. I waited. She finally moved to sit on the bed. I picked up the two sleeves of the harness. I slipped one onto her right arm and the other on to her left. I got onto the bed behind her. The robe got tangled up so I stripped it off. Sean stood watching.

"Sean, are you clean?"

"I, uh, not so much."

"Quick shower. Fast. Now."

He was naked before he got to the door and the shower was on a moment later.

"Lift your arms, Becky." I said softly. She did, trembling, putting her elbows to each ear. I picked up one of the thick, soft cords and tied one end to the lowest eye of the right sleeve. I snugged it as high on her upper arm as I could, or, with them raised over her head like that, as low and close to the shoulder as I could. I lifted her other arm. "Bend your head forward." I said.

"What are you going to do?" Rebecca asked, her voice shimmering.

"Oh fuck nuts." Natasha whispered between our words.

"We are going to tie you up, spank you and then fuck you." I stated as calmly as I could. I was not sure I could speak clearly for that matter. I felt like I was working with a foreign language.

"Oh god, really?" Rebecca whispered, her voice still rasping.

Suzanne returned and handed Lydia her drink. Lydia downed it completely.

I laced up the sleeves, leaving the cord loose, zig zagging from alternate eyelet in each sleeve like I was lacing up a boot. I attached the second one to the opposite lowest and repeated the process. By the time I was ready to start tightening the cords, the shower shut off and Sean came out with a towel around his waist. His cock formed an unmistakable ridge in it.

"Jesus, Sonny, what are you up too?"

I finalized the arrangement, each sleeve secure to her upper arms and the laces formed a restraint on her arms behind her head, keeping them straight up. Each sleeve extended past the elbows so she could not bend either arm.

"Help me get her onto the bed." I said to Sean. He moved to help and the towel came loose. We were both naked. We got her onto the bed, steadying her as she got to her knees. We bent her forward till her hands found the headboard and she could steady herself.

"Oh god, what are you going go to do now?" Rebecca Kline asked, her voice had tightened with the strain. Her head bowed below her extended, bound arms.

I got behind her and adjusted her knees, widening her stance. "Up." I said. She rose up on her knees, higher till her back was nearly parallel with the bed. I put a hand on her calf and ran it to her knee, then vertically up the back of her thigh to the great arc of her ass. I moved down between her legs till I found her pussy.

"She is wet." I said, feeling the runnels from her pussy on both thighs. I touched the lips of her pussy and she groaned. My finger parted her lips and entered her and she moaned deep in her chest. Her ass clinched and twitched. I pushed deep into her.

"Oh god." Rebecca Kline mumbled.

I rose up behind her, my hard cock tracked wetly up the back of her thigh. I commandeered it and directed it to her pussy. She arched her back, straining to bend with her arms bound.

I entered her.

"Oh my god." Rebecca gasped. "Oh god, yes!"

I thrust deeper, penetrating her bubbling body, sinking through the slick folds of her pussy till the cheeks of her ass nuzzled at my abdomen and legs. I crushed her ass between us, bunching it as I ground us together.

"Oh god!" She groaned again.

"Jesus Christ." Suzanne growled. "God, Sonny!"

I pulled out of the woman, now buzzing with passion.

"Oh no, please, please fuck me!" Mrs. Kline cooed, her voice a taut chord of need.

"No. Not yet." I patted her ass and got out from behind her, standing up. I looked at Sean. "You're up." When he wrapped a hand around his cock, I shook my head. "Not that. Not yet." I picked up the paddle. "This."

"Oh god, Sonny. No." That was not Rebecca, it was Natasha.

"Figure it out?" Suzanne asked. "At least you get to go first. Fuck me, I have to wait."

No one paid her any attention.

"I, I don't know." Sean said. "I never...!"

I turned around and realized I had positioned her on the wrong side of the bed. I had to use my left hand. Then I realized that Sean was left-handed. I chuckled. They say the brain pays attention all the time.

I put the paddle in my left hand.

"Crack!" I laid it onto Rebecca Kline's near ass cheek.

"Oh!" She squealed, more surprised than hurt.

I struck her ass again. The imprint of the paddle appeared as a red splotch on her jiggling flesh.

"Oh god, Sonny!" Natasha whispered. "Oh god, please, don't."

I struck Becky's ass again. She grunted now, adjusting to the strikes. Her body sagged, her hands clung to the headboard.

I looked at Sean. "Twenty or thirty strokes. Move around, high, low, ass and thighs. Both cheeks. Vary the timing so she doesn't know when to expect it and the intensity. Keep her guessing." I extended the paddle to him.

Sean looked at it and then at me. Finally he took it and moved it immediately to his left hand. I moved to the lone empty chair and sat down. Natasha reached out for my bare leg and clutched it like a doctor was about to stitch her up with out anesthesia.

Sean struck the bent woman the first time. Rebecca keened. He struck her again and she keened again, a sort of tight squeak attenuated into an extended tone. He followed up with three quick, sharp smacks.

Natasha's hand on my knee clinched tighter. I was glad she did not have hold of my cock, it would have looked like a link sausage. Sean waited. He did not move, he was breathing great deep breaths.

He waited.

He waited.

"What is he waiting for?" Natasha whispered, her voice loud like a tearing cloth.

Sean cracked the paddle on Rebecca's ass, going cheek to cheek back and forth in a steady rhythm. She kept trying to lift her head. Several times she released the headboard, lifting her hands but her balance deserted her immediately and she'd flop forward once more, her hands sparkling for the brass pipes of the headboard.

After about twenty stout whacks on her ass, she had figured out that she had to just accept it or risk falling over. Some inner resistance kept her from accepting that particular humiliation. Her ass, however, began to wag back and forth. After five, her voice diminished to nothing and she merely panted, her breath rattling in ragged gouts. At twenty-two, Sean halted. Over the next four or five minutes he struck her four more times.

Rebecca bucked with each blow. Her body swaying but her restrained hands had a firm hold and she remained up right. Her breasts dangled below her bent body inviting attention and getting none. Her ass commanded it all.

Beside me, Natasha panted too. Finally she pulled our bare bodies together. She pressed her breasts against my arm. She leaned in and whispered as light as a fly's sneeze, "Make him fuck her."

I looked at her but she was not even looking at me. Her eyes were fixed on the bent woman on the bed.

Sean looked at me.

"Belt." Natasha whispered.

Sean's eyebrows rose.

I nodded.

He went to my trousers and pulled my belt loose. I felt Natasha's hand move over to my cock. She grasped it and I felt the tension in her body. Her body was sloughed against me, shaking and twitching.

Sean snapped the belt in both hands. The crack made Natasha jerk more than Rebecca. Rebecca's ass lowered but then slowly lifted. The belt, fell across both cheeks. The sharp crack seemed to echo but it was Rebecca's voice.

"Oh god, oh god, I, never I cannot, I never, I oh, god, oh god!" The words dribbled out of her, like a leak in a hose.

The belt fell once more.

The dribble turned into a chant, stronger. Her ass began to wave back and forth.

"Fuck her!" Natasha cried, her hand gripping my cock so hard I had to remove it.

The belt fell once more.

"Yes, yes! Oh, please, yes, fuck me!" Rebecca cried, her voice thin with tension.

Sean laid a hand on the small of her back, the line of her spine down it and the twin rills that ran to the shelf of her ass, a cliff of now scarlet flesh. He kissed her skin and looked at Natasha. He clearly understood the little exercise by now.

"She really is hot."

"Fuck her." Natasha whimpered.

"Fuck me." Rebecca whimpered, her voice a near exact copy of Natasha's.

"Sean. Oh, Sean." Lydia Favors breathed her son's name.

I leaned past the projections of Natasha Rossini and Lydia Favors to look over at Suzanne. Her face was drawn. She saw me looking at her and turned her head to put both eyes on me but her expression did not change.

The belt fell and fell and fell.

Rebecca began to keen.

Sean dropped the belt and got behind the woman, her ass weaved in a complex pattern. Her voice whipped higher when his hands gripped her ass, slowing the motion. One hand probed between her legs and her ass stilled, though she arched it, lifting it and parting her legs. His finger touched her and she glugged, panting and gasping in turns.

"She's flowing like a faucet." Sean said. He leaned against her, his hand on his cock out of our sight. He straightened, his ass popped forward and Rebecca lost her mind. Her body jumped, jerking up and down, jamming her ass back onto his cock. He grabbed her ass and leaned against her, shuffling closer till her steaming ass coated his front. It bunched up between them as he ground into the woman.

Rebecca cried out, her body shook and then she called out, "Oh, oh, oh god, yes, coming, coming, coming!" Her teeth clacked together and she hissed through them as her body jerked. Sean ground his odd cock deep into the woman and she responded with each stroke through her sensitive inner folds.

She began to shake and her voice turned to a cataract of gasps and syllables of incomplete words, scattered like Pollack's paint throughout the room.

Sean pulled his ass back and slammed if forward.

"Back." Natasha panted. "On her back."

Sean froze, the meaning of the words making its ways through his chaotic mind. He pulled his cock from Rebecca's pussy. She keened at the loss. With one hand he pushed on her right hip, increasing his pressure till she tipped over. He grabbed her by the thighs and dragged her on her side lower on the bed, far enough down that her arms fit easily over her head. She lay, her head tipped up by her bound arms. She could look down her body at Sean. Her weight settled on her ass and she hissed, lifting it off the bed.

Sean pulled one leg to the side and Becky lost her leverage. Her ass contacted the bedspread.

She squealed, her ass bouncing up and down, which surely made it worse. Sean moved between her legs and lined up his cock, touching it to her glistening furrow. He leaned over her and his cock, clearly visible between his legs, it sank into the pulsing woman. Deep into her he drove it and Mrs. Kline exploded, her body quaking and bucking. Over and over she screamed out her climax, orgasm after orgasm after orgasm caterwauled through her. Her voice warbled and fell when her breath failed. Renewed, she called out in no language but that of pleasure, her body twisting and bucking as Sean hammered down and withdrew his cock from his body.

Finally, he lifted her legs with his arms and tipped her double, slapping his body against the plane of her ass and legs. Bound and bent, Rebecca laid under him, enslaved to the torrid sensations rampaging through her. She kept trying to catch her breath but each new stroke of his cock seemed to ignite some new, wholly new sensation. She could only receive his cock and shake with the ecstasy wracking her.

Sean stiffened, his cock rammed into her and he held it there, shaking and jerking.

"He's coming." Suzanne spoke into the limpid silence.

"Yeah." Sean agreed.

Beneath him, Rebecca panted and gasped, trying to recover her sanity.

"My god." Lydia said.

Natasha hit me on the shoulder. "Sonny, you fucker!" She growled. "You aren't going to do that for me are you?"

"I thought I would prime you for Joey."

She hissed. "If he flicks a booger at me, I'll come if you leave me like this."

Suzanne laughed.

On the bed, Sean's orgasm ran its course and he released Mrs. Kline so she could lay under him. Her ass continued to pump up and down. I stood up. My cock ached.

I pulled Natasha to her feet and dragged her bodily to the side of the bed. I bent her over and she sighed happily. I jammed my cock into her. She was Amazon wet. Deep into her I plunged and for a moment my vision went dark. I pulled out of her and staggered back.

"Goddammit, Sonny!" Natasha growled, sinking to her knees.

Becky had no pity for her.

I moved over to Lydia and pulled her to her feet. I kissed her hard and she kissed me back. When I pressed at her waist, she dropped to her knees, grasping my cock and licking the slick dew of Natasha's pussy off of it before sucking it deep into her throat.

I grunted. I was going to come. I felt it galloping at me in a cloud of passion and a haze of erotic sensations. Down into her throat I jammed my cock. She just let it slide into her mouth, giving me no other sensation. I was coming before I was fully rooted in her mouth. She sucked at my cock as I came, pumping against her face.

Suzanne sat before us watching. I know, I was watching her.

When Lydia sat back, a smirk on her face. "I know I'm not that good." She said, amused. She got to her feet and turned to look at Sean and Rebecca. Becky's ass still pulsed on the bed, each time she relaxed, she'd groan as the weight settled again onto her hot ass.

Natasha knelt beside them, her face on the bed, panting. I went and sat down. We were silent and still for a few minutes.

Suzanne finally leaned forward and looked at me. "My turn?" Her voice conveyed her skepticism. I almost felt guilty. Almost.

I nodded. "Your turn."

"What?" Lydia asked.

She apparently missed what had just happened. Good, I thought.

"Sean. Dude. No time for napping. Get up. My turn."

He roused and he climbed over Rebecca, then helped her sit up and perch on the side of the bed, her arms straight up behind her head. He had her stand up and proceeded to unlace her arms.

We all watched them. I felt out of breath but still wound like an old clock.

"Mrs. Favors?"

She looked at me from her knees on the floor. "Another blow job?"

Suzanne chortled. There was a little despair in the tone.

I got up and pulled her to her feet. I pushed her at Suzanne. "Kiss her." I said and she did. The redhead bent over the blonde, Suzanne's hand found one nipple and twisted and pinched it. Lydia wrenched free of fingers and lips. She glared down at Suzanne.

"What was that for?"

Suzanne just shrugged.

I picked up the zip sleeves from the corner of the bed. Lydia looked at me like she'd regard a witch doctor rattling knuckle bones at her. I gestured and she came close. I turned her around and slipped both sleeves onto her arms. They consisted of stout elastic and a stiff cloth on the inside, the part attached to the zipper assembly. When each sleeve was in place, I connected the two sides at the bottom and zipped her arms together. At the top, the strain of her arm exceeded the zipper's ability to hold them together. It had a little tie-off cord that hooked the sleeves together securing them behind the woman's back.

Lydia Favors was utterly helpless.

I bent her over the bed. I turned away from her, facing Suzanne. She did not make me speak but nodded and opened her mouth. I touched the tip of my cock to her lower lip and she grasped it and sucked at the head. Licking and sucking and kissing, she pulled more and more of my cock into her mouth till half of it was past her full lips. Her hands lifted and lay lightly on my hips, testament that she knew she could not have what she wanted.

She licked and sucked my cock.

"What are you doing?" Lydia asked behind me.

I pulled out of Suzanne's mouth, turned to find Lydia had stood up and was watching Suzanne suck my cock. I bent the redhead over onto the bed once more over the end of the bed. The footer had been removed so only the mattress pressed against her as she lay down. I peeled open her hips and thrust into her. She grunted. She was tight and damp but not welcoming slick. I jiggered into her, short fast strokes till her body responded. With the lubrication, I thrust into her from behind with longer strokes. She groaned as my cock penetrated her body.