Extending the Milf List

How Much Sex Can One Man Have? Part 1

There's an old joke I never really understood till this week. I mean, I heard, laughed but never really got it. It goes like this.

A young bull and an old bull are walking up a hill together discussing life as a bull, maybe the birds and the bees, I don't know. They get to the top of the hill and down below they see a whole bunch of cows having breakfast. The young bull gets all excited.

"Let's run down there and fuck us a cow!" He says.

The old bull looks at the young bull then at the many cows grazing in the valley below them. "Why don't we walk down and fuck 'em all." He said.

Fuck 'em all! If you haven't noticed, it seems like I get offered pussy the moment I meet a woman and well, I have a superstitious thought that if I turn one down, they all figure it out and the doors to pussy plenty close and quick. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned...I guess I took that to heart. It isn't that I'm a slut. Nor is it fair to say I fuck every woman I meet. Meeting a woman and wanting to fuck her happens all the time, at least the urge to poke around and see what's what. You know, take off the bra and see how much appearance matches reality. Plus I have that curiosity that gets the cat in trouble, or in my case, gets me into the pussy. I just want to see what she looks like during a little orgasm, just to see if she still looks beautiful or sexy or eager to please and be pleased.

I just don't think loving women is a bad thing but this week, god, this week was going to put me to the fucking test. Literally. How much pussy can one man have and not lose his taste for it? I mean really! Can you fuck yourself to death? Usually, the dick loses interest first before you expire in a puff of pussy dust. I think the limp dick is a survival mechanism. The guys born without it fuck themselves to death and disappear. Only the really fecund ones keep swimming in the gene pool. This week, really closer to two weeks, my polite superstition (if she wants to fuck, fuck her, and never turn a woman down because once you do, the flow of willing pussy stops) was about to be put to the test. I was about to find out just how much pussy I could have and not blink out of existence. I didn't know that when I started. I didn't plan it that way but I only have myself to blame. At some point, the queue gets longer than you can manage.

Don't get me wrong, I did not give up and quit. Oh no. Nor am I complaining. I am just facing the real possibility that too much pussy is not an oxymoron. Naw. That's crazy. Just crazy talk. There's no such thing as too much pussy. Is there? This is my account of how I put that dictum to the test.

I lasted till Tuesday. Driving home from school I found myself pulling up in front of D. Debra's house. Mrs. Hamilton's face appeared in one window. Getting to that point in the week was an accomplishment, cluttered with pussy and dodges and weaves. I wanted to convince Dori she'd convinced me and see if she'd call me. Of course I did not really think that because if I had, I'd have realized I had not given the woman my phone number. That didn't mean she didn't have it it just meant I didn't give it to her. That distinction itself might prove a barrier to her admitting to herself she wanted another bit of stuff from Sonny. I wanted to see if she'd call or otherwise break our pact but I broke first. Getting to Tuesday meant I had to get through Monday though. That proved to have its own challenges.

Monday when I woke up, it was early but the females in the house, except for Norma Spilletti were rumbling around. Charm had to get to an appointment and they finally figured out she needed to rent a car. I showered, despite the hour and went down in just a sweat shirt and sweat pants.

I swear I had not planned anything. The open issue with Georgia was throbbing in the back of my mind. She was standing in front of the coffee maker, watching it gargle a new brew. I walked over behind her and lifted up her skirt. She wore pantie hose over panties. I stripped them down. She went stiff the moment I got close but when I touched her, she did not move or make a sound. She barely breathed. Charm sat across the counter from us sipping from a cup, watching us. Dalia was at the table.

I did not even speak. I bared Georgia's ass and fingered her between the legs. She groaned and bent over slightly, granting me better access. No one spoke. I fingered her pussy for a minute till I felt the little bit of lubrication that indicated some minimum response. Her breath rasped on her teeth. I pulled my sweat pants down and bent my now perfectly hard cock down to meet the lips of her pussy.

Georgia pushed the coffee maker back against the wall and bent onto her elbows, widening her stance. I entered her, pushing the head of my cock inside her body. She quivered and responded by pushing back, shoving herself onto my cock. I gripped her hips and pulled back and slammed forward. My sister groaned and shivered as I penetrated her, her hips twitched back and forth. Out and in a few times and I was buried deep inside her, her hips rumpled against me, and her skirt flipped up over her waist. With her panties and hose around her thighs, she could not maneuver, so she merely stood still, bent over the counter while I fucked her.

The detente in our house was over.

She finally lay flat on the counter top while I thrust into her from behind. Her body was waking up, responding and I felt the throbbing need emanating from her like a magnetic field, twisting and turning the ions in my body. All I did was chase the ghost of my orgasm.

I was nearly awake when I caught it. I began to come, pumping Georgia's pussy full of cum. She gasped and moaned as I ran down. I stood behind her, panting, trying to remember my name.

Charm sipped her coffee.

Dalia had not moved.

The smell of sex mixed with coffee and the residue of sausage and eggs in the air.

I looked over at Dalia and slowly withdrew my cock from our sister. Georgia's pussy slurped as I withdrew from her, like it was inhaling as I exited.

Dalia regarded me with hooded eyes. She licked her lips and her eyes found my cock when I stepped back from her bent sister. They held fast to my cock that stayed fully erect, glistening with our morning mix. When her eyes rose to meet mine, she smiled so minimally I nearly missed it but the glitter in her eyes was unmistakable.

I shuffled over to Dalia and presented her with my drippy cock. She looked up at me and when I did not flinch away from her sister-stare, she reached out with her tongue and tasted her siblings, brother and sister mixed up on the end of my cock.

"Oh fuck me." Charm whispered.

"Okay. You're next." I growled.

Without another word, Charm set down her cup and slipped off the stool. She slid behind Dalia and I, regarding us like an engineer looks at a coral snake. She got past us and went up stairs.

Dalia sucked me into her mouth. I had not softened even a little. My cock was hard as the moment I woke up from my dream of Dori Hamilton astride my body, riding me to ecstasy or some other wild, untamed town that needed a cocksure sheriff. Or was that D. Debra, her daughter? Dalia soon found a bobbing rhythm that went deeper and deeper with each stroke till she was taking my whole cock down into her throat.

Georgia wobbled upright, her eyes blurry. They cleared and she penguined over to me, leaving her panties and hose around her thighs. She nestled her tits against my arm and turned my head with one hot hand. She kissed me hard on the mouth, her passion oozed between us. I had the pristine moment of kissing one sister, freshly fucked, and having my cock sucked by another sister, still panting to be fucked but dilatory because of her consuming desire to just watch. I kissed Georgia and she responded with full passion, her body pressing against me, her hip bumping Dalia's head or maybe the other way round. Dalia sucked me deep and it seemed as though her mouth on my cock matched the motions of Georgia's as I kissed her. It was surreal and the start of a very good week.

I pulled free of Dalia's mouth and turned Georgia, pressing her ass against the table.

She gasped. I bent to strip her underwear lower and got them past her knees. She sat back on her hands. I moved between her splayed knees and bent over her. Her hands found me and guided me back inside her body. I pushed into her and past the resistance, deep into her frothy depths. She groaned and flopped back onto the table, her knees arching beside me. She could not get her feet free of hose and panties effectively pinning them together below us leaving her knees chickenwinged at my sides.

Dalia sat beside us, staring at her sister being fucked on the kitchen table. She swallowed hard. She did not look away. She did not move but she licked her lips over and over, eyes flicking over us like she was searching for something.

My cock felt Georgia clinching down with her keigle muscles. I pushed us together, feeling her stretched panties on my thighs, a safety catch I wanted to release. No matter, I fucked my sister. I wanted to fuck her to goo on the table. I settled into a fortified stroke, striking deep into Georgia's dark country, plying her with tempting sensations while she writhed under me. I plunged my cock through her tantalizing folds over and over again. I found a steady motion and pumped my sister. Her legs bent to extremes and worked like springs pushing me back so I had to put force into the down stroke, fighting against her bound ankles each time I thrust into her. I pummeled her till she gasped and came. The first, well second, time she bucked under me, her legs tried to wrap around me but her panties and hose restrained her. The position teased her and Nova does not respond well to teasing.

She grunted under me, struggling, wanting to change my place, my pulsing appendage struck blinding pleasure into her heart. She quailed as the next orgasm flooded over her. She wriggled her ass. I stood up and pulled her nearly off the table, clasped her ass in both hands and used her like a fuck doll. Except her dialog proved better, or so I would guess.

Chris told us about spending $500 on one. Me, I never tried it. Not really. My cock had gone numb except when I was buried in her and when the little bastard got a gulp of fresh air as my sister's starving pussy lips nibbled at the very head before I rammed him back into darkness.

By the time my next orgasm appeared, Georgia was coming constantly, her body responding to mine, to the constant and deep penetration of her supine body but also to the eyes of her sister raking us like searchlights. Georgia would turn her head to stare at Dalia till a new sensation wracked her and dragged her attention away. She alternated between limpid gasping and grunting responses that pulsed around me like a lynch mob demanding satisfaction. She began to scream with each swell of orgasm that wracked her.

Charm had reappeared just after Georgia screamed the first time. I remember hearing Mom's door opening but by then my eyes were closed and I was pounding Georgia like I had a grudge. Not sure if I did but she seemed to respond to the enthusiasm I put into the effort. Dalia sat beside us, right at the end of the table, enthralled.

Charm drifted down the stairs. She took one step at a time from the bottom till she stood nearly beside Dalia, watching me fuck my sister. "I only ever really saw two men fucking each other." She said. "She looks like she is enjoying it."

"Uh huh." Dalia agreed, her voice was flat, distracted.

Georgia and I both looked at them and then, as though both thinking of it at the same time, fought her panties and hose off one leg, dropping the shoe on the floor. Her legs went around me and I lay over her on the table. She grunted as I fucked her, hammering down into her tight depths. Her hands found my face and pulled me down. Our lips connected in a dynamic kiss. I flexed my ass and she groaned against my teeth and I swear I felt the sensation vibrating her lips. She seethed as I penetrated her, scorching me with her passion. I rose up and hammered into her, driving her flat onto the table as the orgasms swelled and broke on her in wave after wave of untrammeled ecstasy. Finally, after maybe her sixth orgasm, she bent up from the table and kissed me again, her mouth alive with erotic thrills. I ripped the front of her dress down the middle and clasped her tits. She flopped back and caterwauled through another little orgasm.

I gripped her hips and slammed into her, finding a surprisingly fine angle of incidence that seemed to fit for her too. I fucked her for five or ten minutes, all the while Dalia sat unmoving, watching. Charm returned to her seat and her cup of coffee. Georgia cried and groaned and came with her legs around me.

My orgasm fell on me and I pumped my sister full of cum. Again. She sucked it in deep, her voice gargled like it was bubbling up out of her chest. Ecstasy shook and rattled and hummed through me, leaving me gasping for air. I staggered back, pulling my cock out of her with a wet pop. She lost all control and draped back over the table. I shambled away, pulling up my sweats. I found Norma on the stairs, eyes wide as saucers.

I went by her to the shower. When I finished and was dressed, I found Norma sitting at the table, my sisters and Charm were long gone. Norma regarded me coolly. I fixed a bowl of cereal and ate without speaking. The truth was that my brain was consumed with one thought: Dori Hamilton. God, I wanted her again. I set my jaw to resist and floated the idea that she had to call me and beg for it before I'd relent and give her what I wanted her to have, a good rogering.

The whole time I was fucking Georgia, I replayed being had by Mrs. Hamilton. Georgia did not seem to mind. Hell, I could argue it was her doing, her fault, or maybe, I owed her, which accounted for the rough rogering on the kitchen table. That table was good luck!

"Guess our secret is out." Norma said as I put away my spoon and bowl.

"What secret?" I asked.

"That you are fucking all of us."

"Charm is a lesbian, so you are half right."

"Three-quarters."

I grinned a tight smile. "Eighty-percent."

Norma shook her head. "Jesus, who are we talking about now?" She blinked at me, fully awake now. "Lesbian? Really?"

I had not time to explain what she should have figured out by now. I had to go to school. I left her in our house, no idea what I was to find when I got home. What I wanted was to go to D. Debra's house and fuck her mother again. I resisted for all the reasons given and because I had the slightest fear that if I approached she might resist and that would be calamitous. I hoped she'd call and ask but knew that was at best unlikely if not practically impossible.

I got a call from Alissa, though, that changed my mode.

"What are you doing tomorrow?" She asked.

"I am a college student. I have classes."

"When? Can you skip? I mean, listen. Sid agrees that if you are going to be, uh, doing what you are doing, helping me, I mean, you should have a car. A nice car. He said you should go pick one out and drive it off the lot. Tell me what you want and I'll call and arrange to pay for it." Hassum came through!

"You mean he isn't going to tell me what I should get?"

"Defeats the purpose of it doesn't it?"

"Chrysler Crossfire." I said.

"Too small. You, I think you'll need a back seat. You need a four door of some sort, don't you think? Maybe a minivan?"

I thought she was shitting me. Then I thought about trying to cram a swath of the pussy I now owned or owed, maybe is a better expression, into a Crossfire and I got her point. That would convert a perfectly find sports care into a clown car and that ain't right. I shrugged, not really feeling that any of this was real. I don't think they still produced the Crossfire anyway. Suddenly my mind was blank. I couldn't think of any car models at all. Then I had it. "A Camaro." I said.

"Like Sammy's? Really?"

I nodded. "Yes. Perfect. Love Camaros."

"Color?"

"Red, just like his."

"No. I'll never know who is about to come in the front door if the colors are about the same." The four door seemed forgotten.

"Fine. Blue. Green. Blue green."

"I'll get whatever they have. I'll call you tomorrow to tell you where to pick it up."

"Any more static from shortbus?"

"I think he is terrified. He kind of pissed Hassum off. That is not a good idea. He liked you, though. Hassum I mean. If you wanted, he'd teach you all there is to know about batting from his side of the plate."

"No interest, unless you were doing batting practice."

"Not what I meant. I think you have gotten around the corner though, Sonny. I think you need to start thinking about how that is going to work. Sid said go ahead and rent a condo close to yours so we can put a control panel for the cameras in. I have someone working on that. Our client wants production quality."

I shook my head. Sunday was still gumming up the works and the morning dose of Georgia had not helped, more likely it intensified it. I worked at the library for a while, honestly, to avoid Norma. I was hard the whole day, at least most of the time. I kept feeling Dori's hands on me. When it finally occurred to me that she felt like when I touched D. Debra, the day was gone and it hit me like lightning, thinking about sex with D. Debra. I kept substituting Dori for Debra. My mind wavered between the two and it made me crazy because I wanted them both. Despite the apparent conditions that suggested I could have them both, I recognized the delicacy of the situation and that I could literally lose them both if I wasn't careful or at least lucky.

I got home about seven. The women of my house were sitting in the living room drinking Tom Collins. Dalia was glowing and Georgia looked like she was ready to pop. I stood looking at them but took my burger upstairs and ate alone. I studied till late. I heard Georgia laughing with Charm as they headed to bed about eleven, not together I presumed but to be sure I peeked out my door, poking my head out to look around.

Whatever they were saying stopped. Charm saw me and stopped, her cool eyes regarding me. She wore one of Mom's robes. Then, cool as you please, she shouldered past Georgia and walked between us to the door to Mom's room. She knocked and slipped inside.

I looked over at Georgia. She watched me with her green eyes, a half-smile on her lips. "Go ask Dalia if she wants to watch." I whispered.

Georgia jumped like I had smacked her soundly on the ass. She returned in moments. I had gone into brush my teeth.

"She's asleep." Georgia whispered, standing beside me in the bathroom, shifting her hips back and forth like she needed to pee but wanted me out first.

I finished and gestured. "Get ready for bed. I hope you don't need any sleep."

I went into my room, leaving the door open but turned off the light. I thought I knew what was coming and who but I lay down and went to sleep. I woke to screams in the night. The clock said three. I was alone. Georgia and I had not communicated, again. I bet she was seething in her bed thinking I was going to come to her, but when I didn't she realized I expected her to come to me and big sister got a case of the ass and pouted herself to sleep. Anger seems to relax her, like popping an orgasm but with different tools.

I think I had another thought but sleep pounded me to goo and the next thing I knew I was rising out of the depths of an erotic dream starring Dori Hamilton. Then the woman changed to Dee Dee and I woke up, startled, my heart racing and I didn't know why. Despite the apparent alignment, I still had to collect on the arrangement. I think I worried that negotiating under the haze of orgasm is cheating somehow and a woman can rightly be expected to renege. I avoided that thought but it shadowed me.