Sharing the MILF List Ch. 14

"She'll hate that." Landon said.

I grinned. "I know. That is the beauty of it. When it comes time for her, she will be so ready. Right?" Then I shook my head. "Okay, fine, I think Laura should come as many times as she can each day, however you can figure out to make her come. When she says enough, then you stop and go home. We do this every day till she says done, till she says no more or enough. We fuck her till she tells us to quit. Then, then we all have to leave her alone."

"She'll never say uncle." Chris said darkly. "My mom could fuck us all into the ground."

"Happy to hear that." Sammy added in, chortling evilly, hammering Annie hard again. "Sounds like a perfect storm to me!" He ground into Annie. Annie groaned and rippled, conveying her response down the line to Mrs. Rossini on the other end.

I shuddered. This was not what I had in mind when I imagined fucking our MILFs. "Well, that is my suggestion. I have to get going. Can someone give me a ride home?"

Laura found my eyes. "I think I have come enough for one day." She said and that was the signal for us all to go. It was almost funny, that moment when she told us all, in effect, to go home. She was once more MRS WILLS and we were her sons buddy's who had over stayed our welcome. But now she was nude, with cum running down the insides of her thighs, making them glisten. Hers or someone else's she did not seem to notice or care.

But Chris shook his head. "You come now. You come till Friday or whenever." He turned to Mrs. Rossini. The bound woman and the blond guy looked at each other, silently, for a moment.

Sammy pulled out of Annie. He looked back and forth between Natasha and Chris. Laura Wills had not moved. He pulled free of Annie, staring over her bare, lithe back.

She grunted and lifted her head. "What about Annie?" Annie said.

Chris answered her. "The rail has two ends. I built one especially for you, did you notice." He looked back at the reclined nude form of Natasha Rossini. "Mrs. Rossini, I will figure a way to make it fit you. I'll come up with something so you can fly like the others too." He gestured. "Get her loose. Mrs. Wills is going for a ride."

Natasha lifted her head. "Yes, thank you. That looks like fun."

Brent released his mother. Chris proceeded to affix his mother to the fuck horse, strapping her down, legs, waist and shoulders. When he entered her, she cringed, her eyes were wild. She bucked and fought the ties that bound her in place. Annie twitched on the other end of the rail.

"Sammy, can I get a ride home?" I asked, my eyes fixed on Laura, tugging at Annie's bound arms. Annie pulled back. Landon moved behind her, placing his large hands on her hips and opening her up like cabbage. She fought the bonds. Landon positioned his cock at her entrance and plunged into her. Annie bucked and bucked, fighting, resisting but then she cried out, her whole body wracked with the new sensation of being penetrated once more. She squealed, the orgasm flashing through her while Landon sank ineluctably into her. Her body fused with his but her pleasure ravaged her while he calmly and steadily pounded into her bent and bound form. She communicated her climax down the line to Laura Wills who had said "no" only to be bound and penetrated by her son. She was helpless as he pummeled her, receiving his passion while Annie pulled at her from the other end of the pulsing rail. When her climax arrived, she screamed, loudly, long, and with such raw passion that everyone stopped what they were doing and listened and watched, astonished at the effect of her passion on her.

Mrs. Rossini, nude, on her knees, sucking her sons enormous cock even opened her eyes and looked around. Chris pulled free of his quaking mother and found a long flat paddle. He administered a sound thwack to her ass and her screams altered, turning guttural, almost a growl.

My cock was hard but my chest hurt and all I wanted to do was leave. I gestured to Sammy and he nodded, pouring into motion while the women around us were independently and together used for sex. Brent dragged his mother over to a futon and entered her from behind, breaking her down onto her shoulders and knees as he penetrated her.

It all seemed unreal and I felt ... something but I did not want to bask in it any longer. I went up the stairs and waited.

Sammy dressed and we left. In the car we were quiet. When he pulled up outside my house he looked over at me. "Sonny, this is going to end pretty soon, isn't it?"

I nodded. "Has to. Moms cannot fuck sons all the time like this. Know what I mean?"

Sammy shrugged. "If I was going to bet, Chris and Mrs. Wills are going to have a thing going for a while."

He seemed distracted and then it clicked and I knew what he was thinking. "You're asking about your mom and me, right? Duh. I get it."

Sammy hesitated then nodded. "Well, yeah. I was sort of thinking about that."

I opened the door. "I don't know, Sammy. There is more to that than you know. Let me discuss it with Alissa and I'll get back to you. That okay?"

He nodded, then grinned. "Friday night, right? Cici and me? My house?"

I nodded.

"Can't wait!"

I closed the door and walked tiredly into the house. My butt was dragging. I went to work but could not concentrate so I showered and went to bed. I woke in the middle of the night and realized that, hard dick not withstanding, having a woman tied to a piece of hardware was not my idea of perfect. Call me romantic or something but attaching a woman to hardware was just not my idea of kosher. But that was just me. Landon and certainly Chris had no inhibitions about it. Maybe Landon felt about that like I did, the nervous hard dick is not always the best condition. Annie seemed to love being pussy on a stick. Laura did seem attracted but that may have been her longstanding lust for her son. I lay awake, mulling the situation over in my head.

I eventually got back to sleep but I woke with the certainty that Chris and his toys were not really for me. The only codicil to that was if the woman I was pleasing would be pleased by dangling or riding the rail, then, then I would be willing and able; able for sure. It was hot but I did not like the feeling I was doing something wrong. I guess it was sort of a 'been there, done that' sort of thing where having the T-shirt was enough. Doing a woman on a rail was different than taking her in a dressing room or in the theater but there is no rational explanation; fucking is fucking. Cock and pussy fit together and the surroundings have more to do with the head than the cock and pussy. I lay feeling the implications of rejecting Chris and his toy shop.

The blisters rattled around downstairs and left. I had been dodging them all week. Well, dodging Dalia really. For some reason I did not want to find myself in the same room with her, particularly alone. Oh, it was not rejecting her. To the contrary, I was getting the very vibrant vibe from her that if I wanted, I could have her, lock, stock and back door. Every time she got close to me after last weekend, she was trailing her fingers across my ass or trying to press the back of her hand against my crotch. I avoided her because I liked it.

Tawny watched me with her laughing eyes but she was not laughing. Georgia was morose. With Mom gone, the house was empty and quiet; that is mom was not making fuck noises anyway. The girls seemed nervous anytime I was around. I felt a little bad but I was focused on completing the MILF list. If I veered, I feared I would utterly lose focus and the various promises I had made would get buried under an avalanche of sisterly pussy. A guy can hope, I suppose. Anyway, Landon needed us to be done with it and my sense of completeness would be violated if we did not make the last two MILFs airtight.

With this banging around inside me, I returned home early, skipping my last Thursday class. I was behind, again, some more, still. I needed quiet and some concentration. The idea of Laura coming all week and the end being air tight lingered around me like strong perfume in a elevator after the miniskirt with the woman stuffed in it left it. Whenever I stopped what I was doing, my cock got hard. Despite my conscious rejection of Chris' toys, it still rattled me. It was like meeting the chick that all you wanted to do was to fuck without getting to know her or her name or anything. You just feel it, the desire to make her scream and come while you mounted her. Toys meant raw sex, like a workout or something, not really pleasure or sharing it. Maybe that's what it was, toys are just sex? What's wrong with that? Nothing, I guess but finding the house empty was first a relief then a challenge. When I heard the door slam downstairs, though, I was happy.

But then I glanced at the clock and was surprised. It was not even five. The front door had banged closed and I thought they were home and leaving soon. They often just parked in the drive and came in the front door when they were going to leave again right away. No idea why. Then someone tapped on my door. It opened before I even turned around. I was only wearing jockeys and a T-shirt since I had showered already. I felt a little exposed, which struck me as hysterical considering all the flashing of strangers and MILFs I had been doing. But what the hell, the heart has ways the mind knows nothing of.

"Sonny?" Dalia stood in the shaft of darkness. "Mind if I come in for a minute?"

I stifled my sigh and nodded. "Sure, Dillydally, come in, cop a squat." I tried to sound light hearted but it flopped. Dalia did not seem to notice or care.

She sat down on my bed and immediately unbuttoned her blouse, one button at a time, clear down to her waist. She pulled the two sides of the white business blouse wide. "I want you." She said softly. "I want it. I, I know you are Mom's but she's gone ..." She smiled, a pale imitation of her usual expression. Her gray eyes were dark, tense.

I thought, "fuck me" when I noticed so I twisted my computer chair around to look at her, that is, at her tits. When I finally looked up at her, into her eyes I mean, she smiled wanly.

"I have not slept at all since, since, since I saw you fuck them. When it was Mrs. Rossini, when it was her I got excited, sure. I loved seeing your, your, you naked. I liked when you mounted her." She blushed then. "Can I say that? Mount?" She shivered. "It sounds so animalistic. I like that. Raw sex. They, they loved it so much. When I watched you do mom, she was so into it, so high with the feeling, all I wanted was for it to be me. When you did Laura, Mrs. Wills ..." My dear sister grinned impishly. "She's a frisky one, ain't she? Don't suppose you could, you know, arrange to open her little diner for an all-nighter do you?"

I took one last fling at deflecting her. "Dalia, are you a dyke?" I thought that might put her off.

She shook her head. "Would that matter? If I say I am a lessy, would you promise to try and convert me back to the pole meat promise?" She smiled, warmer now. "I have never, never touched a woman really like that. Before. I, I want to try. But cock, I do like cock. I love watching but anytime I watch I generally lose the shot and my own turn in the saddle. Some guys are done after firing once. The guys I have seen naked are usually not able to do two girls in a row; not like you can." Her eyes changed. "So? Sonny?"

I knew what she was asking but like so many times in the past, I wanted those luscious words. I wanted her to say it. I love the fucking words! "Say it." I said. My resolve to not fuck my sisters had evaporated.

"I want you, Sonny. I want you between my legs. I want you to kiss me as you sink your cock into me. I want to feel you deep inside of me. I want your cum. I want to cum with you over me, I want to be nude under you. I want you. I want my brother to fuck me." She spoke steadily but with wondrous expression. "Do you want me, Sonny? Do you want to fuck your sister?"

I almost told her it was a stupid question but by now, with such robust practice, my mouth merely watered and did not try to speak. When I could speak, when I did, I said, "take off your bra," I hesitated. "Sister."

Dalia blushed deeply but did not hesitate. She reached behind her and the bra loosed. She did not take off the blouse but merely pushed the bra up off of her fabulous tits.

"Oh fuck me." I said. Her tits were young tits. Georgia had a woman's tits because of her build, they were large and fleshy. Dalia's were full, artfully curved but full and plush at once but with all the inner fortitude needed to stand tall and proud. I think Dalia saw or felt or sensed my lust because she smiled, pride in her eyes while I drank in her body. "Come here." I said.

She rose easily to her feet and moved to stand before me, her breasts bobbing before her. She gripped each flap of her blouse and opened it, like wings, exposing herself to me. "Kiss them." She sighed.

I did. She sighed more. I gently touched my lips to the arc of one breast. I kissed down below the swelling nipple. Her inverted nipples swelled but showed no nub, just a swelling summit of dark flesh. When I closed my mouth over her nipple, Dalia gasped. Her hands moved directly to my head and she held me in place.

"Oh my god, Sonny, I feel your lips deep in me. But enough. Enough of that. Take me, Sonny. Oh yes, take me, Sonny. Don't make me wait any longer!"

Her voice was raw with urgency. I rose, forcing her backwards. I bent to kiss her lips, my hands drifting down her back to her ass. I took firm hold of her ass and her legs lifted immediately, unbalancing me, us. I staggered forward but she locked her legs around my back. I twisted at the end of the bed, got a knee up and dropped her hard on to it, breaking the kiss before we fell. Good way to chip a tooth.

My cock was impossibly hard. I ground it between Dalia's legs. She moaned, pulling my mouth to hers and assaulting me. Her hips ground up at me and her heels pressed down on my thighs. The kiss broke and I struggled to get my arms under me to lift my weight off of her.

"I want it so much, Sonny!" Dalia mumbled. "Your, you and your cock is all, all I have been able to think about since, since then." She stuck a hand between us and caressed my impossibly hard cock, the hard cock that held all my resolve to do only MILFs till the list was complete and leave my sisters as a separate matter. All that resolve was packed into my hard cock and when my delightful older sister took firm hold of my cock, I nearly came. I groaned and clinched. I wanted her to run with cum and wasting it on my inanimate jockey shorts seemed just wrong. She lifted up and pressed her mouth against mine, moaning and humping up at me. Neither of us seemed capable of understanding how to bare my cock so I could insert it into her. She finally managed to reboot her initial intention and both hands began to fumble with my shorts, pulling spasmically at them like she was confused or having a seizure. She wanted me to take them off. My sister wanted me to fuck her. Hell, I wanted to fuck her!

At that very inopportune moment, we both heard the garage door being opened.

"Shit! Shit, shit, shit!" Dalia squealed, releasing her legs from around me. I sat a back.

She caught my eye and went still for a moment. "I, I can't. Now with them here. I thought, I thought we'd have more time. They were going out for cocktails I thought. So I came home early, I thought, I thought. I can't. Not like this. Sorry, Sonny." She rolled off my bed and scampered out the door, bra and blouse flapping around her bare torso. A minute later, the hall shower started and the kitchen door opened. The boiling moment was over and gone that easily.

I stared at the door, a violent mixture of feeling roiling in me, confusion, rather like discovering that hot chick you liked so much had a nice big dick instead of a furrow when you groped her. I felt sheepish for being so utterly vulnerable to the idea of fucking my sisters. My cock twitched and then retreated, a very philosophical piece of meat that seemed to understand immediately. He could not cry foul, so he shrunk in resignation.

Curiously, the suspension of our coitus, our frenzied intercourse seemed to focus and sharpen my mind. I studied long into the night, eating a midnight snack in the quiet house. I went too long, overslept and missed my first Friday class. I studied later than usual and emerged into the fading golden light of late afternoon from the library. I walked along the main university artery out of the campus on the way to the bus stop. I noticed that it was clogged with traffic, more than usual. My mind was on Laura Wills. I had heard nothing from the other guys and wondered about that. I wondered if she was coming all day, every day? I had the idea I should go over there but then the idea of riding the rail with her left me unnerved. I liked a woman on a bed, open and wet and wanting what I was about to do to her. I roused out of my reverie to notice the world around me, the clogged street beside me. Cars were lined up behind a long, black limo. In the far back open window on the side of the sidewalk I could see a woman.

She was Chinese and fucking gorgeous. I approached and she saw me. She looked back into the limo and then gestured at me.

I swear I could not move. My legs were frozen, my arms were wood, my gut hurt. The weird thing, I did not know why. A limo on our campus made no sense. Cars were honking and easing past it. It had sealed off its lane and only one lane could get around it going either way. People were cursing and shaking fists and honking. Then a guy got out of the front passenger side. I say a guy, I think he was big enough to be a planet or moon or something. He had a muscle shirt that hugged him but I think a tent would have been tight on him. I wondered how he fit into the car, even the limo. The honking stopped. In fact, suddenly the limo and its inconvenience turned utterly invisible. People who had been standing and staring were suddenly absorbed in anything else or in some god-awful hurry to get someplace, any place else. It was like the limo just disappeared. The guy took a stop towards me and then stopped, peered back into the window where the woman sat, turned on his heel and got back into car. He was Chinese and built like an oak.

For a moment I had been frightened but then my phone rang. I answered it, still fixated on the woman who was obvious staring at me.

"Mr. Duncan? Hold for Mr. Kingston?" The tinny, accented female voice chirped in my ear.

"Sonny? Sonny? Is that you?"

"Yes, Sid, this is Sonny." I said.

"No, I mean are you staring at the limo, on your campus?"

My gut lurched. "Yeah." My smart ass gene kicked in. "But we get so many limo's on campus, this may not be the one you mean."

Sid chuckled.

God, it is wonderful when someone as powerful and influential as Sid Kingston gets you. He just seemed to flow with my attempts to be funny when others seemed put off by it.

"I hardly think there is more than one limo with Chinese diplomatic plates and a Chinese flag on the front fenders."

"Why, Sid, now that you mention it, that sounds exactly like the limo that is just right over there."

The woman gestured at me with her graceful hand, fingernails glittering white against the black car.

"Get in the car, Sonny. Trust me." The fucker hung up. That was all.

The woman called to me. She was facing towards the back of the car.

"Zhe li, Zhe li." She called, gesturing.

I walked over to the car, feeling very, very obvious. I saw no sign anyone even noticed.

"Get in," a man's voice said from inside.

The front door opened and my body tingled, imagining the mountain man irritated at me. The man's voice spoke Chinese and the front door smacked closed.