Extending the MILF List Ch. 17

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Tuesday: How Much Sex Can One Man Have?
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Part 17 of the 26 part series

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Chapter 17-Tuesday

Tuesday: How Much Sex Can One Man Have?

Author's Note: I have intended the last dozen or so episodes to put in a character list, of the women at least, and thus far have forgotten, despite various reminders. Editing distracts and absorbs me so I have routinely forgotten it. This time, however, I am going to start with the end in mind and do the first thing first. Sorry for forgetting this before, I have no good excuse. Turns out when I start listing the characters, there are a lot more than I realized who need some identification. Hope this helps. This episode continues the epic deluge of pussy coming at Sonny, so away we go. -C

CHARACTER LIST:

1. Sonny Duncan—the main dick

2. Holly Romelingame—met her on Saturday (EP 14), Burnette, big tits, short, mouthy, in training.

3. Meesa—a slender, athletic black woman, first appears in Ep 16 handing out notes to Sonny.

4. Stephanie—black woman introduced in EML Ep. 9. She's a smallish black woman who fucked Sonny in the stairwell. Well, Sonny and Suzanne Northcutt, if you want to get technical.

5. Gary Romelingame—John Romelingame's brother. John is Holly's husband. She is having a "grande passion" affair with Gary. He wants her submissive, which doesn't fit her very well.

6. Seth Morrison—the guy Sonny bought his car from, Holly's brother, who has been promised Lydia and her daughter, Quilla in exchange for Holly.

7. Marjorie Romelingame—Gary's wife

8. Miriam Travers—Imogen and Rictor Travers' daughter. Black hair.

9. Imogen Travers—Miriam's mother, wife of Rictor Travers who made a move on Alissa and had to offer up mother and daughter to keep Sid's business. Black hair.

10. Tawny Duncan—the youngest of Sonny's three sisters, all older than he. Auburn hair.

11. Hassum—representative of "the client" that is contemplating hiring Sonny to find him a "lay down" assistant. Works also with Sid Kingston.

12. Tia Maria Callistrano—Filippina mistress of Jeb Wills, dominant but not with Sonny. Sonny gave her to Chris and gave Laura to her.

13. Laura Wills—blonde wife of Jeb Wills, mother to Chris Wills, one of the original five on the MILF List. Submissive.

14. Anne Kingston—Chinese wife of Sid Kingston, lives next door to the Wills. One of the original MILFs though not a MILF herself.

15. Quilla Favors—red head, daughter of Lydia Favors.

16. Jeb Wills—father of Chris Wills, husband of Laura Wills.

17. Chris Wills—one of Sonny's friends.

18. Melissa Honeywell—aunt of Sammy Honeywell, black woman, sister to Alissa Honeywell, wants to have sex with Sammy and his father, Sam at the same time.

19. Alissa Honeywell—attorney who got her partnership because of Sonny intervening with Sid Kingston. Black woman, mother of Sammy Honeywell.

20. Sammy Honeywell—one of the original sons of the MILF List, one of Sonny's buddies.

21. Ellen Collier—red head, slight woman, attorney, works for Allissa Honeywell, sleeping with Sammy Honeywell, one time mistress of Wilton Kline at Alissa's law firm, rescued by Sonny.

22. Sam Honeywell—father of Sammy Honeywell, black, owns the apartment down the hall from the one Sonny has use of from the Peppers, Doornob and Knucklehead. He introduced Sonny to Suzanne Northcutt (not in this story).

Normally I'd have lain abed, reviewing the surge of pussy in my life and reliving it but they switched a class around and I had to be there by eight, earlier was better. I roused Holly at six-thirty and by seven we were out the door. It was snowing again. God, winter seemed like it was never going to end. My sisters moved like ghosts in the house, each one eying Holly with their own private gazes, replete with meaning but I swear it was all written in braille so I'd have had to use my fingertips to decode it. If I did that, shit, I wouldn't have left the house and they would have all gotten fired. If they wanted to discuss our Sunday orgy, they didn't make an attempt to do so. Perhaps it was having a stranger, another stranger in the house but I think they were trying to catch their breaths.

Things had happened in a hurry and they were all realizing that they and their two sisters had become fully sexual with me. They were adjusting to the idea that they wanted my hands on them and the rest of it. I think they were a little shocked. Maybe they discussed it among themselves but they drifted around me like sailing ships in a heavy fog. I noticed in a distant sort of way but my life seemed to be turning into a torrent of pussy and I was accustomed to just a trickle.

We managed to get to class at quarter till. I needed the time to sit and just fit all my pieces together. The last few days had left their mark. If I'd known or noticed maybe, that this wasn't even hump day, beg your pardon, the middle of the week, I'd have hidden in a broom closet till Saturday. I didn't and I didn't though.

I wasn't the only bleary one in class. There was a test and Holly got one and acted like she was a student too, hunching over it and writing furiously. I happened to glance at her paper and found she was drawing all sort of wicked pictures on it. She was surprisingly good. Since she didn't have a collar on, no one gave us much attention, I had her leave it off so the professor didn't get irritated and try to fuck me to death, he wasn't my type. I thought I'd found my way out of the rapids into an eddy of calm water. Nope.

Sammy found me after class and was chattering about Chris skipping class again and not answering his phone when a woman came up and tapped me on the shoulder.

"Oh my god." Holly whispered when we turned to see who it was.

It was the woman from yesterday. Again she didn't speak but handed me another note. I opened it and read it. It said: "Do you have a class now?"

When I looked up and shook my head, she handed me another. Sammy snatched the first out of my hand.

The second note read: "Come make love to me."

When Sammy read that, he choked.

"Jesus Hippy, Sonny, do you know this girl?"

I shook my head.

"Does she talk?"

I shook my head again, eyes on her. She watched us discussing her as though she weren't there but her presence never flickered. Her eyes remained fixed on me.

She handed me a third note: "Follow me to my room. We can have sex there."

I looked at Holly.

"She has to come with us." I said. "She has to follow me everywhere and watch me, regardless of what I am doing."

Sammy growled something obscene.

The woman nodded and grinned. She gestured at me.

"Jesus, is she deaf and dumb or something?" Sammy asked.

I looked at Holly. My next class was at noon. I was tempted to skip it even before Meesa started passing me notes. I remembered her name! I was so proud.

Sammy snorted, looking at the third note.

"Holy britches, Sonny, you're going to do it, aren't you?"

"You wouldn't?" I shot back, studying the quiet girl who apparently knew her mind.

"Just go check on Chris, will you? I think you might of skull fucked him in the ear with the stunt you pulled the other day. He was all discombobulated, unsure whether to complain that you kept Tawny or thank you for the honey you sent along with him. What was her name."

I looked at Sammy, releasing Meesa for a moment from my gaze. I felt the heat radiating from her.

"Is this a test?"

"Shit." Sammy grumbled and walked away. I watched him and sure enough, he turned around. When he saw me watching him, he wrapped one hand around the other index finger and made the universal sign for "fuck, fuck, fuck" and then disappeared into the crowd of shivering students.

I glanced at Holly but focused on Meesa.

"She has to come with us, uh, I mean, she has to go with us, to your room."

"Jesus, are you actually going to fuck her?" Holly hissed.

"Jesus yourself, Holly, she's right here."

"I can see, what there is of her. But god, she's beautiful." Holly fluffed up her tits. "Nothing to bounce on though."

"Nothing to interfere with a good fuck, either." I returned. Jealousy is so ugly, I always painted it some other color when I happened onto it.

Holly harrumphed.

The woman blinked at me, her eyes seemed unnaturally large. She extended a hand and in a trance I put mine out and she latched onto it. She yanked at me with surprising strength. I trudged after her, feeling like a stalled boat on a line. Holly grabbed my other hand and trailed behind me.

Meesa made a beeline for a tall dormitory. Through the front doors and up two flights of stairs, down the hall and then she was fumbling with keys to open her door. I found I was trembling, just like she was.

She pushed open the door and gestured me inside. Holly still had a hold of my hand so I dragged her after me. She coasted to a stop and plopped onto the far bed. The room was long and narrow, with a bed at each end and one window opposite the door. Holly went to the left, Meesa shouldered past me to the right. How Holly knew I don't know but she had a fifty percent chance of picking the other bed, the one not soon to be in use, so I shouldn't have been surprised.

Meesa however, shed her coat, tossing it on the floor by the desk. She peeled off a tight shirt, exposing her lean torso. She turned away from me and shucked her jeans down. I was amazed they didn't squeak as she pushed them off her hips, they were so tight. Moments later, she was naked. She faced the bed, her lean body gleamed in the dimness of the cold, gloomy day. Slowly, she turned around, bowing her head and looking at me through the fall of her satin black hair. Her ebony skin swallowed the little light in the room. She took a step forward, waiting on me to acknowledge her somehow. She had a lank, lean body and the muscles on her back formed a soft ridge down her sides out of which her ribs grew, creasing the brown skin of her torso. Her tummy was concave and her pelvic bones appeared under her skin like parking stops, distinct and obvious. Her pussy was topped with curly black hair pruned into a wedge pointing down to her slit. The lips of her pussy pursed, pink and wet.

The woman reach out her large, bony hand and lifted my chin. So I was staring, taking in the details of her body. She made a gesture behind her, towards the bed and then patted my crotch. I got the question but couldn't really believe she was asking if I wanted to fuck her. Maybe she was just reminding what we were doing in her room and would I hurry the fuck up. She was naked so I couldn't be confused. I ain't a fucking tailor after all.

I dropped my back pack. She put her hands on my coat and found the zipper, pulling it down, opening me like she was gutting a chicken. Her silence unnerved me. My mind was woolly and my hands seemed numb and slow. Her fingers, however, were nimble as snow faeries. She unbuttoned my shirt without taking off the coat. Her hands smoothed over the skin of my chest. Her eyes closed and her shoulders quivered. She unbuttoned the last two buttons on my blue oxford and pushed it wide. She moved against me, shifting her torso back and forth against me as though she were trying to dry me off.

Her breasts were two cups short of a mouthful. Her nipples felt like little pebbles against my skin, like two little black styluses writing on my waxy white body. When she stepped back and put her eyes one mine, I peered down to see if she left marks on my chest, curious about what she was writing with her tits on my chest. She didn't.

I think I was waiting for her to speak but she resolutely kept her own counsel. She just stood there staring at me, naked and quivering.

"I say fuck her." Holly said from behind me, shattering our little moment. "What's wrong, Sonny? Don't know how to react to a woman who knows what she wants? I mean, does it confuse you when they don't wait for you to make the first move?"

"This is a first move? Shit, I'm in check already and I only moved two pawns."

Holly chortled.

I wanted to smack her. I sincerely regretted having her along but that would not last long, paying her any mind at all, that is.

Meesa moved again, this time her hands found and opened my belt, followed by the button and zipper on my slacks. Down they went, like she was looking for something. If this was being strip searched I'm surprised people weren't requesting it more often. Her large hands were hot on my thighs. She pushed the khaki's down and then smoothed her hands up to pull down my briefs off my suddenly very hard cock. It didn't swell up so much as it snapped to attention. I couldn't be sure but I think she smiled. The ambiguity accrued from the fact that she leaned into me and began to kiss my cock. The head first, then down one side, up the high side, down the other side, then she bent it up and sucked at my balls till they were in her mouth. She sucked at them for a moment and then she kissed up my cock again. Her examination complete, she sat back and looked up at me. I didn't respond, well no more than I already had. I couldn't close my fucking eyes, if I needed to blink for some reason I was out of luck.

I couldn't get any harder so I don't know what she was trying to prove. She finished the proof by fitting her lips over the head of my cock and pushing her face against me. I felt her nose bend as she pressed my cock far into her mouth. Then she wrapped her arms around the back of my thighs and began to bob her head back and forth. I swear I could feel her tonsils. Her molars scored the skin on my cock; it felt like a glass cutter but it wasn't bad, it made my eyes water. I closed them so I wouldn't see anyone watching me cry.

Then it was over. Her examination was done. She rose up before me and stepped backwards till the edge of her narrow bed hit the backs of her knees. She sat and lay down. She looked over at me. Still no words. She used sign language. She pointed between her legs, like I needed the hint.

It was at that moment that I noticed how large her hands were, like flippers! I noticed because she pointed one long ebony finger at me while she pushed the other into her pussy, deep, deep into her pussy. I was watching her eyes for some reason and when her big eyelids fluttered, I glanced away, like I shouldn't have been watching. That was when I noticed her other hand, the index finger driving into her pussy. She'd been levered up, not leaning no anything but holding her torso at an angle with just her abdomen muscles. She was lank as a plank. Her sides were like ridges, without any curve to them. It was like her front and back had been sewn together at her sides and then the seam was artfully covered over with her black upholstery.

She groaned and dropped onto her back. One leg flopped off the edge of the bed. She pumped her finger in and out of her pussy while her thumb worked a different sort of magic up high, thrumming her clit, I presumed. Her hips popped up once and her hand went still. She sighed softly, exhaling a little of the tight stretched tension of her lean frame.

I pulled my eyes away from her magic disappearing finger and looked at her face. Her eyes were closed and her white teeth clasped her lower lip. She grunted around them twice before she opened her eyes. She looked at me. With her free hand she pointed at me and gestured at her nude body.

"Jesus buckets, Sonny, do you need me to give you a shove?" Holly spoke from behind me.

"Shut up, Holly." I growled.

My hands removed my clothing all by themselves. I was honestly thinking about going to the Mall to get the rest of the collars and maybe a gag for Holly while I was at it. I tried to imagine how I'd make them all one contraption and when I gave up, I was naked, my cock pointing away from me like I was about to bless the naked woman on the bed.

"Shut up, Holly!" I growled again, forestalling any more helpful pointers. I must have heard her taking a long breath to use up on another inane comment on me that I wouldn't appreciate. I told myself I was going to fuck Meesa just to keep Holly quiet. Right.

I moved to the edge of the bed. Meesa immediately wrapped her hand around my cock. She tried to pull it down to her pussy without me. I had no reason to argue the point. She kept a hold on my cock as I got between her spindly legs. When she directed my cock to the entrance to her body, an electric buzz flashed through me. Her pussy lips were soft and plush. The head of my cock nuzzled between her pussy lips and they nibbled at it and then her hips lifted as if by magic and my little head disappeared. I wasn't worried though. I knew where it had gone. She had magic everything, so it'd reappear in one piece.

Meesa sprawled on the bed, one foot still on the floor. She was tall and lean, well not just then since she was lying on her back. The bed was impossibly narrow. You couldn't curl up on your side to go to sleep, you'd be hanging half off of it. Her hips dropped and sure enough the head of my cock reappeared, a little blurry but intact. I realized I was poised over her, peering down between our bodies, watching my cock slide into her lean body. I had images of pinning her to the thin mattress. It occurred to me that if I shoved my whole cock into her I probably be able to feel the ridges on her vertebra on one side and the spline of her ribs on the other. She was so lean it was like I was trying to fuck a text book. My god, I'd turned into a bookmark, but getting between her pages felt awesome!

I don't know what was the matter with me but I just stalled there, holding my position over her, my cock head bobbing in the little pool forming in her pussy. Her hips were cocked nearly ninety degree so her pussy was right under my cock. I felt like a big nail, not a hangnail either, a big tack ready to fasten her to the bed. Suddenly I became aware of all these thoughts rambling through my head.

"Jesus, Sonny, pay attention!" I muttered. I flexed my ass and rammed my cock into her. Her back bowed under me. Her face grimaced soundlessly. Maybe she was mute, I thought. "Pay attention. Fuck her, already!" I said out loud, just to be sure I wasn't miming a hard fuck. I slammed into her. I felt the skin on my cock stretch as she pinched around me, clinching muscles and jerking under me. Her head shook from side to side. Still no sound.

I dropped to my elbows over her, then rose up again. I bent between us and licked one of her nipples. It scrapped along the pad of my tongue. It was like she had the stud on her chest rather than on her tongue. I felt her buck under me. Then she rolled to the left, towards the edge of the bed and for a moment I thought we were going to go over onto the floor. I had no hand holds, my only anchor was my cock half buried inside her lank body.

She was offering me the other nipple, an unsubtle hint to balance her out. I did. She groaned again, arching her back. I swear, her chest bent backward, forming a hillock under me, crested with two hard nipples. I went back and forth between them a couple times before I sucked hard on one. Meesa reached up and grasp the shelf embedded in the wall and wrapped her outer leg around my waist. Her hips bumped up and she enveloped my cock completely.

My god but she was hot and tight. The lovely ridges of her inner self traced along the length of my cock leaving pleasurable graffiti, hieroglyphics of sensation from end all the way back to my balls. She grasped my ass in her flipper hands and pulled me hard down between her legs. I tried to resist out of pure cussedness but she was strong. I had no means to resist, so it must have all been in my head. I sank down into her body. I swear I felt the tendons on the inside of her thighs like taut wires as she flexed under me. Her hands were like metal fingers splayed on my ass. She pulled my ass cheeks apart and I felt a breeze blowing in the back door. Jesus, was she born in a barn? Or did she just love leaving the back door open?

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