Extending the MILF List Ch. 14

"No, just, well..." He stumbled to a halt.

"You want a shot at Double D Hamilton and you figure things will be easier if Darlene and I have gone for a ride together?" I made it a question.

"Well, okay, Brent said she blew him off, I mean didn't blow him the other night...?"

"I know. I am fixing that right now. In fact, he might be in her as we speak. So you're in line. Don't worry." I was thinking of the other pussy I had lined up for a ride on the airtight express and realized that Darlene might feel neglected or cheated or cheated on. Either way, it made some sense to spread her around a little. Suddenly I had a vision of doing her with Dori. Shit! That made me a little nuts.

"Landon, say it plain..."

He interrupted me. "I can't. I gotta go. Darlene is coming. What time can you be here?"

"One or two. I figure, latest. Maybe noon if I am lucky."

Landon agreed and hung up.

Christ, I thought, pussy keeps lining up for Sonny. I felt good that I didn't have Alissa on the menu. That left me clear so I could study tonight. That lasted for about thirty seconds. My phone rang and this time it was Lydia Favors.

"Sonny, I am having lunch with Holly Romelingame. When I talked to her she told me she'd discussed you with her brother, with Seth."

"Oh. That's new. They weren't talking at all last I heard."

"Holly finally relented and he told her he would line her up with a sure thing and said you'd had me. She remembered me fondly and said that if you were good enough for me, she thought you'd be fine for her. I don't mean she agreed to anything but we are going to discuss you at lunch. I want to know if you might be available to take her out for dinner tonight."

I was itching to ask Lydia about her feelings about discovering that I wasn't some underworld tough trading in pussy. So I asked. "So, Mrs. Favors, are you pissed off at me?"

"For what? Oh, the little pimp lie? No. I'm relieved. Sean said you fucked your mother and I watched you fuck your sister. I am pretty sure we are in the same soup. The other women seem fine to let you control the flames under the pot and I presume that's because you are in the soup with us. Besides, if I get a go at Seth Morrison and its good, this will all be worth it."

I snickered.

"What's the matter? Why are you laughing?"

"It seems to me that you have a pretty good deal with Sean."

"Oh, that." She went quiet. "I don't know what to think about having sex with my son and my daughter or finding out that my son was responsible for handing me off to you. Sonny, even if that is all crap, I want you to own me like before. I do. I realize that gives me a backstop where I can use you to avoid things I need and want to avoid. You'll do that for me, won't you? Back stop me?"

I think I heard "back door me" and was about to push for details when my playback system beeped and let me know I was filling in the blanks with my own ideas. I needed to focus and listen. This was getting complicated!

"I have a lot of things in mind for you, Mrs. Favors. My friends want a piece of Lydia Favors." I paused but she didn't respond. "Do you mind if I hand you around my little circle of friends?"

"After you went car shopping with me, do you have worries about me rejecting your suggestions?"

"A point. Hey, I better go. Pussy's cooling."

"I'll let you know how it goes with Holly."

I smiled and hung up. Brent hollered from the basement.

I grinned to myself and went downstairs. This was the scene of Annie's reduction in rank from Queen to pussy on call. Remembrance of that night and all that it led to aroused me. Still, I was not really prepared for what I found when I got downstairs.

D. Debra was stretched out on the pool table but lengthwise. Her forearms were wrapped with a towel and he had tied a soft rope around them and pulled her arms over her head and tied it off on the other end of the table. When I arrived, he was massaging her breasts. D. Debra lay still and silently on the table, dressed but in a very compromising position, her heels hooked on the bumper, knees arched and wide.

"Jesus, what a body!" Brent muttered at me, his tone almost making it an imprecation. While I watched, he moved one hand down over her tummy and under the edge of the thin sweater. She hissed as his hand touched the skin of her tummy. Her head came up and she looked around.

"There you are." She said, her voice tight. "He fucking tied me up."

"What do you expect? Last time you ran out on him."

She grunted and lay back down. Brent had old bed pillows to make her comfortable. One under her knees where they bent over the edge of the table and the other under her head. His hand moved up under her shirt till it covered one breast.

"Uh." D. Debra grunted.

"I can't believe I am going to fuck D. Debra Hamilton. She's so fucking hot. When God invented fucking, he used her to demonstrate it. That is her main purpose in life. She's perfect for fucking. Padding in the all right places."

"You sure you don't want her on a bed? Isn't that going to be a little awkward?"

"I'm going to fuck her in Mom's bed. I just got the sheets changed." Brent's eyes bulged for a moment, realizing that he didn't know if D. Debra knew about the MILF list or not. She did not respond to us. She lay there, her body shifting as Brent massaged first one breast then the other under her white sweater. Little moans squeaked out of her from time to time as his big hands covered her breasts and squeezed them.

"I know I was a bit of an ass this morning, Sonny, but I think it is a hell of a thing for you to let me borrow your girlfriend. How many guys would offer up a piece of something like this? You are a hell of a guy!"

Honestly, I couldn't tell if he was being sarcastic or not. I just went with it.

"How many women would want to fuck your friends before she fucked you?" My question was rhetorical.

Brent did not leave it so. He first pushed her sweater up to expose her bra clad breasts. She lifted up and he reached under her and unhooked the garment. He pushed it off of her tits. He looked over at me. "One for each of us." He said.

I realized we were talking about her as though she were not even there. I was surprised that she hadn't had something to say. I shrugged a little and moved around the other side of the table from Brent. He bent down and licked and sucked his tit. No, not his tit, the tit on his side of the table, D. Debra's tit, the one on his side of the table. When he had a fast hold on her nipple with his lips, I bent down to attend to the other. I immediately cracked my head on Brent's head. I had to adjust my approach.

I lay one hand on her knee and she shifted. I pulled up the flannel skirt she wore and found her legs bare. She moaned when my hand touched her skin. I bent to her breast and moved my hand up her thigh at the same time. D. Debra moaned louder. I licked and kissed at her breast, holding it with one hand while I laved the nipple with my tongue.

She jerked when my fingers brushed against her pussy. She was bare but with only a little tuft of her fine blond hair, a little tuft at the top. I palmed her pussy and found her entrance. I stroked her while I sucked her breast. I heard them kissing and looked up. Brent was kissing her lips. She kissed him back, raising her head to contribute her enthusiasm. Her legs widened. She broke the kiss.

"Eat me, Sonny. God, I want to feel your tongue on my cunt."

Brent looked askance at me. "She said, 'cunt'. Does that mean we can call it a cunt?"

I shrugged. A rose by any other name would still feel good when you fucked it. No, not right. Roses had thorns. Pussy was best without thorns. I slid a finger into her and her hips rose up, enveloping my finger and then dropping away. I pushed deeper into her and left her breast. Her head turned and I kissed her. Her lips were wet and hot. Her breath rattled out of her. I felt her body jerk when I thrust my finger into her. I diddled her for a couple minutes. Brent continued sucking his one tit. She kissed me but rolled in my direction to press her one tit hard into Brent's mouth, like she wanted him to swallow it whole or something.

When I finally stepped back, she squirmed on the table. Her breath had become ragged and labored. She kept lifting her head to look past the gathered ridge of her bra and sweater while we both kissed her tits and my finger stirred her martini. She was so quiet, yet so responsive. The feeling of two men sucking her tits seemed to enthrall her. She certainly became very wet.

I finally decided to get to what she wanted. Brent felt me move away and stood up. He produced a long silk cloth and lay two pads over D. Debra's eyes and covered them with the scarf, blindfolding her. He nodded at me after he finished.

I got what he was doing. He was going to surprise her with his cock, with his size. Her eyes and hands, the best two measuring devices were restricted. I moved around the end of the table and pulled the old office chair from the desk by the TV over to the table. Brent was kissing her again. He had wiped off her tits with a soft towel and now was massaging them with one hand while he held her head and kissed her. She kissed him back.

I scooted to the end of the table and lay a hand on each knee. She groaned and her hips lifted. The invitation was perfectly clear. I was perfectly happy to accommodate her. I pushed her knees wider. She moaned from deep in the recesses of her body behind her grand tits. She twitched, which I presumed was Brent pinching a nipple. Moments later she twitched again. I pulled on her knees. She lifted her legs and her heels came to rest on my shoulders.

The smell of female arousal rose up from between her wondrous legs. I flipped the skirt fully off her lower body, exposing her. I bent down and began to kiss her legs, side to side, while approaching the pursed lips of her pussy. When I touched her with my tongue, her whole body lurched.

I ran it down the crease of her pussy, gliding over the slick but textured surface of it. Up and down, up and down, I painted her body with my tongue, using great swiping strokes. Her hips tensed and bunched, lifting up time after time, trying to increase the pressure from my tongue. I twinked her clit and she groaned around Brent's lips. I pushed my tongue into her and I tasted Dori D. The conjunction of mother and daughter in my mind rattled me. I felt D. Debra and yet in touching her pussy once more with my tongue, I felt her mother too.

D. Debra was a larger woman, with a plusher frame than Dori. It was confusing to taste both at once but feel their bodies so differently. I speared my tongue into D. Debra and she grunted hard, her knees pulled up and she hunched me out of position. Her legs relaxed and fell to the side, presenting herself to me. I kissed up the furl of her body till I found her clit. I twiddled gently a time or two. She pushed it up at me, so I kissed it. Her body arched and when I sucked at it, she twisted her body onto one hip. She bucked a time or two but it was the classic fucking motion, the demand of an aroused female, not a climax.

Just when I thought she was coming, she'd calm and lay back. I could hear her panting and snorting. The basement echoed with the sounds of her arousal. Finally she spoke.

"Oh god, Sonny, go deep. Put your tongue inside me!" Her voice was high, higher than usual, as though stretched to breaking.

I did. It seemed like good stage direction. I stiffened my tongue and thrust it deep into her. She growled and her hips raised. Her heels were on my back, pressing down on my shoulder blades. She groaned softly as I penetrated her. I swished around inside of her a time or two. Her body responded, lifting and dropping, lifting and dropping. I rode her like a row boat on the ocean when Neptune isn't pissed off. I curled my tongue inside her and she squealed, breaking off the kissing.

Her body lurched and her thighs closed off nearly all sound. I could hear them talking, not to each other but like rival commentators. I pried her legs open and heard her chant beginning.

"Oh, yes, cock, cock, cock!" D. Debra muttered, her voice sinking down so that it rasped and rumbled. Her body was in constant motion, mostly fucking my face but also twisting side to side. I had to capture her and hold her still. Up and down, in and out, I ate her for several minutes.

I wanted to feel her come. I wanted to feel that flash of tension, the little shakes and quakes as the tension released, one muscle at a time, like the snapping strings of a guitar. I wanted to feel her orgasm run through her but she seemed to miss it each time. She'd tense and her body would twitch but then she'd back away from it, leaving it dangling just out of reach. Time after time she pursued it but never got close enough to seize it.

She was talking constantly now, sometimes moaning while Brent kissed her. He continued to massage her breasts and tweak her nipples. D. Debra moaned around each sensation, trying to acknowledge each one even though they were all assaulting her senses at the same time. I felt her belly constrict and jump a time or two but she never made it over into a full-blown orgasm.

My tongue tired and my neck stiffened. I sat back. I could hear clearly then. D. Debra chanted "cock" whenever she had the breath and Brent wasn't kissing her. Neither of us seemed inclined to give her what she wanted straight away. The chant shifted. She began to plead, begging and imploring Sonny and Brad to give her what she wanted. The excitement slurred her speech.

Finally I felt Brent stopped altogether. "Brent. It's Brent. Not Brad." He said.

I realized then that she was fucking with him. And me. I'd corrected her too and she was no dummy. She had not forgotten his name. She was goading him.

"Brent. Brad. Whoever you are, fuck me! Put it in me, give me your cock." Her voice warbled along like a weather report. Humid with chance of earthquakes. I sat up and found Brent stripping. His cock came into view. He crawled up onto the table and sat on her belly. His cock lay between her breasts.

"Holy horseshoes, is that your cock, I feel?" D. Debra's voice dripped with lust.

Brent put a hand on the side of each breast and pushed them around his cock. He sat forward and shimmied over her. She tipped her head forward and the tip touched her lips.

"My god, he's huge."

"Every cock is the prefect size." I insisted and returned to her pussy, determined to elicit an orgasm from her before I left.

"Fuck me with that thing! Fuck my tits!"

Brent had to spread his knees wide to get the proper angle and still be able to move back and forth. It was awkward on a pool table but he managed. He pressed her tits around his cock and hunched back and forth. The head of the cock bumped her chin. When she moved her head down, she could just get her lips around the head. One moment she was sucking the end of his cock and the next it was out of reach down between her tits.

She was moaning now, wordless but pulsing with arousal. Brent moved over her and placed his cock on her lips. She sucked on it, her arms jerked as though she wanted to hold onto it with her hands. Her mouth opened and she tipped her head back. His cock slid into her mouth. Down, down, down he descended till about half of him was inside her mouth. She closed it and sucked hard, her cheeks dimpling with her effort, measuring him using the third most accurate but the second best method. I could see between Brent's legs,

He fucked her face. Her lips sucked and clucked around his cock, slurping and squeaking. I returned to her pussy and they both groaned together. Her hips cracked up, smacking my chin and nose. I captured her legs and then clasped her ass in both hands. She relaxed and widened her legs. I ate her and ate her and ate her. My cock throbbed.

Finally I realized I should save a little smack and rabble for her mother. Those words formed in my head and I nearly came. Just the thought of Dori itself nearly unhinged me. Truly that remarkable MILF infected me, a brain fever I sought to retain. I pulled free of D. Debra as Brent climbed off the table. He stripped off his hirt.

"Time to fuck Double D Hamilton." He said, as though he were making a note to himself. I moved out of the way. He took hold of her legs and pulled them wide but also pulled her ass to the edge of the table. With his height, his cock fit perfectly between her legs. Brent positioned his cock at her pussy and thrust into her, pushing a third of his cock into her frothy depths.

"My god, she's hot and ready and soft and good and wonderful, my god, what a woman!" Brent growled between gritted teeth. His hips clinched and tensed. He pulled back and thrust deeper, back and deeper into her pulsing body. In and out till his motions took him deep into her and then back out.

"Jesus, Jesus, Jesus!" D. Debra panted. "He feels so big. He's huge. He's, god, I, I'm..." She did not need to express it with words. Her body bucked into a rampant orgasm the next time he bottomed out in her. That was my cue to go. D. Debra bucked and cried, bucked and cried. For a while I thought of waiting to hear her run down but she wasn't quitting. She surged and kept the climax going, augmenting it with motions of her own. Brent suddenly tensed and jackhammered between her legs. She cried out as he came inside of her.

I hadn't even undressed. I slipped away while they compared notes without words, thrusting pussy onto cock and cock into pussy with mutual enthusiasm. I was slow-stepping up the stairs listening to them when I heard the garage door kick into motion. I scampered up stairs, and fell and god hates me, I fell on my cock, my very hard cock, catching it on a step. Don't ask me how all I knew was that I was in terrible pain. I lay gasping on the stairs for a while, utterly unconcerned with my former intentions.

I heard a door bang closed and it all came flooding back to me. Below me, D. Debra Hamilton screamed out her pleasure, apparently still under the impression that they had the house to themselves. I was getting to my knees, still watery from remembered pain when the door opened. I looked up at the impressive breasts of Natasha Rossini.

"Sonny? What are you doing here and what did you do with my sister?"

"Your sister?" I groaned wobbling to my feet. I waddled up stairs. I tenderly checked my cock and found there was no residual damage. It was one of those unfortunate connections that create pain I just cannot imagine and then its gone and I wondered if I imagined it. Who would do that? A crazy person!

"You know, dirty blonde, tits like mine but smaller?"

I got to the top of the stairs and Natasha and her tits blocked my exit. I pushed against her but I was pushing against gravity and found that my cock was swelling up. I felt like I was starved for pussy, silly as that sounds. If anything, I should be high tailing it to pussy anonymous and confessing my many sins while the back row of court-mandated attendees wanked up while deciding the court knew something they never imagined, that Sex Anonymous was much cheaper than phone or internet sex and you got donuts.

"Sonny! What's wrong?" Tasha snapped her fingers before my face. I shuddered and pushed against her tits. She pushed back. I felt it, that slight repost that pressed them against my face as I tried to make it up the last step.

I decided to take the bull by the horns, or the horny cow by the ass, as it were. I looped and arm around her hips and lifted her out of the way. Tasha giggled and squirmed, rubbing her tits into my face like she was some innocent broad who had no idea that tits were erogenous zones and pissed the other women off complaining that her big bangers made her back hurt all the time. I made it out of the basement door but didn't get it closed before D. Debra screamed again, her voice ragged and raw with pleasure.