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VICKIE'S MOM  (1 of 3)






        It started out to be a normal day. I was fifteen, it was
summertime, I had gone over to my girlfriend Vickie's house for a
swim. She was leaving as I pulled up.
        She had to go across town for the afternoon for an advanced
placement chemistry class at the junior college. I knew it would be OK
to use the pool while she was gone.
        Vickie and I were more friends than lovers. The two brightest
kids in our high school, we "found" each other, and decided to date.
We made out a lot, but the one time I pushed her to have real sex, she
trembled and said she wasn't ready for that yet. She was genuinely
upset, and I liked her too much to press her about it. Anyway I had a
string of dumb little bimbettes I could call for a quick jerk-off in
the park, or sometimes a fast screw when their parents were out for
the night. I could afford to be generous with Vickie.
        I entered the front door to Vickie's house and called out
hello. Nobody answered. Vickie's mom was the reason I felt so welcome
at their house. Nearly every other mom I knew hated my guts because
they sensed I just wanted to smoke reefer and fuck their daughters.
They were right.
        But I was truly grateful to Joanie, Vickie's Mom. She set a
place for me at the table whenever I stopped by after school, assuming
I would join them for dinner. She conversed with me in a way that I
could tell meant she didn't think of me as just some dumb teenage
gland with legs.
        Little did she know. Joanie was shorter than her daughter,
about five-six. She had short black hair in a pixie cut, long slanted
brown eyes above sculpted cheek bones.
        She was in her early forties, had born four kids, but
maintained the body of a twenty-five year old. Once when Vickie and I
lay sunbathing by the pool, she had come out and joined us. I hid
behind sunglasses, but couldn't keep my eyes off her enormous tits,
bouncing beneath her bikini top as she walked around the edge of the
pool. Every part of her made me salivate. She sat in a lounge chair
next to me, with her feet to my head, and began leafing through a copy
of MS. magazine. I ogled her body when I felt she couldn't see. Wide
shoulders, delicate collar bones, full round breasts cupped by the
swim suit, creating a deep valley where they met. Narrow waist flaring
out to a wide womanly waist, a trace of belly, but flat from back to
front at the hips. Perfectly proportioned legs running down to
delicate ankles. And then her feet. I didn't know what it was about
her feet that aroused me so. I was a dumb teen, had no concept of
erotic notions beyond the quick feel of a boob or my prick spasming on
the sly, but Joanie's feet fascinated me.
        I sat by the pool that day, staring at her finely formed feet,
tanned and narrow, widening slightly to her long toes. For some reason
her toes, their nails painted deep scarlet, gave me a rumbling feeling
in the pit of my stomach. As I stared, Joanie splayed her toes, then
idly brought one foot to the other's ankle and scratched an itch. My
dick was rock hard in my baggy shorts. I jacked off later that night,
and several times again, fantasizing about her feet. I didn't want to
think about it too hard, I just knew that Joanie was working her way
into my mind and cock.
        I thought I was alone in the house that day, and went upstairs
to shower before I hit the pool. The master bedroom had the best
shower, so I strode upstairs to Joanie's bedroom. I showered
leisurely, grabbed one of Joanie's thick towels and padded into the
bedroom. Something on top of the bureau  caught my eye.
        It was a photograph of Joanie, naked, in the shower stall I
had just vacated. I was thunderstruck. Her body was white where the
bikini tan lines were, and the whiteness of these forbidden parts, her
tits and loins, blazed obscenely out of the picture. My dick pulsed
and grew. I guessed that Joanie's estranged husband, Jim, had taken
the shot. Joanie expression in the photo was surprise, but not shock.
Just mildly surprised. She was frozen in the act of washing her hair,
arms raised, hands massaging her scalp. Her big breasts, nipples erect
and huge to me, who'd never seen a true woman nude before, were lifted
by the attitude of her arms. Her pubic hair, a thick thatch of black
hair, stood out in sharp relief against the whiteness of her skin. She
looked out towards the photographer.
        I sat down on her bed and rubbed my dick through the towel,
staring at the picture. I opened my wrap, and spit in my hand. I
grabbed my dick and massaged the spit on the head, staring bug-eyed at
the photo of my girlfriend's mom.
My dick felt huge to me, bigger and harder than it had ever felt. I
felt like every nerve in it was alive and attentive, responding to the
image of my girlfriend's mother. I began to increase pressure on it,
whacking myself into a frenzy.
        "What the hell is going on here!"
        I looked up from the picture to see Joanie standing in the
doorway, hands on the doorjamb, watching me with a slack jaw. She
looked far more surprised in real life than she had in the snapshot.
She had been down at the pool! She was wearing her pink floral bikini,
and I saw a flush rise from her chest and blush her fine facial
features.

        There I sat, stupidly clutching my erect dick in one hand, the
picture of Joanie in the shower in my other. Joanie moved from the
doorway to the bed and stood in front of me.
        "Well, I'm not going to ask you if you like that picture or
not, because its plain to see you appreciate it."
        I tried to stammer an answer and wrap the towel around my
hardness at the same time. Joanie moved closer to me and stepped on
the end of the towel, trapping it. I couldn't pull enough to cover my
erection and all I could do was look up at her. I offered her the
picture, and she grabbed it from me and tossed it over her shoulder.
        "You've gotten a good look at me, now its my turn. Put you
arms back and lean on them." She spoke evenly but forcefully. I was
overcome with shame, at being caught in her bedroom with a picture of
her I had found by snooping through her things, and then the worst,
masturbating to it on her own bed. I did what I was told. My head was
spinning as she looked at my dick throbbing. She stood in her bikini,
her naked thighs rubbing silkily against the inside of my knees,
spreading my legs, with her hands on her hips.
        "You like playing with that while looking at my picture?" She
pointed a scarlet nailed finger at my twitching pecker.
        I could only mumble and nod my head up and down. She reached
down a hand and dragged a fingernail lightly and slowly up my dick.
When she reached the head she stopped, and wrapped her fingers around
it. I was numb with fear and desire.
        "I think you should be punished for snooping around in my
private things, don't you.?" I nodded yes as she gripped my cock. She
held it without moving, then took a finger tip and rubbed lightly on
the ridge under the head. I leaned back involuntarily and groaned.
        " I also think you should be punished for the gall of sitting
on my very own bed and playing with this", she gave my cock a sharp
jerk, "and taking liberties of all sorts, don't you think so?" I would
have confessed to anything to keep her from stopping the maddening
sensation of her hand wrapped around my cock, just below the head, and
her finger waggling over the most sensitive part.
        "Stand up", she ordered, releasing me and standing away from
the bed. I stood, my head down, my arms at my side, abject, but my
dick was standing proud and straight from my stomach. She walked over
to the chest of drawers and pulled out ... a pair of handcuffs.
        "Turn around and put your arms up there", she pointed to the
top of the posts of the four post bed. When I complied she came up
behind me and slipped the pair of handcuffs around my wrists and to
the posts, leaving me spread from the waist up.
I heard her open a drawer, and shuffle its contents. Then I heard her
approach me.
        "I think I can teach you some very valuable lessons today,
about respecting people's property, and about giving women pleasure."
On the last word I felt a sharp slap on my ass. This was followed by
ten more even strokes. I pulled away from them, but could not escape.
Then I felt Joanie's palm as she rubbed the areas of my buttocks that
she had just tormented. My skin turned hot and responded to her touch
like a dog responds to the touch of its owner. She moved to my side
and I saw she had taken her bikini top off. Her breasts stood
cantilevered from her body, tanned brown about half-way down, then
whiter where her bikini line started, crowned with huge nipples, their
aureoles the size of silver dollars, the nipples corrugated with
bumps, nipples standing erect and full. They had little holes at the
tip, like little dicks.
        She stood beside me and looked up in my eyes. She held up her
right hand and I saw she held a riding crop for my inspection. She
raised her hand and drew the riding crop under my chin. Her left hand
rubbed over her tits, grazing the nipples with the tips of her
fingers.
        "You're just a little pervert, did you know that?"
        I didn't answer. She lowered the crop to my chest.
        She said, "You'd better answer me." She flicked the riding
crop against my right nipple. She flicked it again, and again. Tears
came to my eyes.
        "Come on", flick, "talk to Mommy." Flick.
        When she said the word "mommy" I groaned. My cock jumped
towards my stomach. Joanie didn't miss this little exercise. She knelt
on the bed, and walked on her knees until she was right in front of
me. Sitting on her knees she was at eye level with me. She looked into
my eyes and asked again, "You're just a little pervert, aren't you."
She began to use the riding crop to bat my dick back and forth slowly.
She tugged at her own nipple with the scarlet nails of her left hand.
        I had to answer, "Yes."
        Joanie took my cock in the palm of her left hand. She gave my
nuts a flick of the riding crop in her right hand. I jumped. She said,
        "You're a little pervert who likes to jack off to pictures of
Mommy. Isn't that right." She rubbed my balls with the end of the
crop. When I didn't answer straight away she snapped the crop against
my balls once more.
        "Yes, ohh yes, I'm a pervert."
        Joanie moved her left hand up and down my cock, touching me so
lightly I strained to push against her. She whispered,
        "Yes, little pervert, and what did Mommy catch you doing?"
        "You caught me masturbating."
        She moved closer to me and began rubbing her huge erect
nipples against my chest. When the stiff tips of her large nipples
touched my own erect nipples a sensation like an electric shock spread
down from my chest to my straining penis.  She said,
        "Tell me again and call me Mommy."
        She let the riding crop drop to the bed, unwrapped her fingers
from my cock and held my head in her hands. She looked me straight in
the eye and said in a steady tone,
        "Come on, pervert, tell me what I caught you doing."
        I paused, then said,
        "You caught me jacking off to your picture, Mommy."
        She closed her eyes and shuddered.
         She leaned way from me, pinching and twisting the nut brown
nipples of her pendulous breasts. She reopened her eyes and said,
        "You won't tell anyone about us, will you, little pervert?"
        "No, maam."
        "No, what?"
        She was stroking me again, hunched over, looking at my bulging
cock. In my short life I had never been so full and hard. I felt like
my whole body had a hard-on.
        I said it,
        "Never, Mommy, I won't tell anybody."
        "Good", she said and dropped my meat like a hot potato. She
took a couple of steps back from me on her knees. She stood up on the
bed, put her hands on her hips and looked down at me.
        "Now for your lesson", she said, and bringing her hands flat
down her sides to her hips she shucked the bikini bottom off. She
lifted one foot, then the other, stepping out of them, and in the
process, stepping back to me, cuffed to the bedposts, until my face
was buried in her tan brown belly. I smelled her, her skin, spicy like
cinnamon, still warm from the sun, and felt like I'd drunk a six pack
of Old English. She turned around, and now my nose was level with the
top of her butt crack. She said,
        "Have you ever eaten a girl out, little pervert? Well, you're
going to eat me out now, starting with my ass. Think you'll like
that?'
        "Yes Mommy, I love to eat girls out. Please let me eat you."
        "I think I will."
        She bent at the waist, her large ass suddenly pushing against
my face. She grabbed her cheeks with her hand and spread them. I
stared at her obscene asshole, which she pulsed, popping it out at me
like a sea anemone.
        "Stick out your tongue, come on, lick Mommy, she really needs
it, come on little pervert, lick your Mommy."
        I did as I was told. She doubled over, on all fours, and her
ass and pussy were finally at the same level as my mouth. I opened my
mouth and began to lick her thighs, the creases where her legs met her
hip, and finally her ass crack, netted with thick black hairs. I ran
my tongue up and down her crack, and she rocked back and forth,
placing different parts of her behind over my lapping tongue. Joanie
lifted a bit and I moved my tongue over her asshole, circling it in
broad swipes.
        "Mmm, that's it, lick my asshole. I want you to stick your
pervert tongue up my ass."
        I would have walked down Main Street as naked as a jaybird if
she had told me. I was insane with lust. I pointed my tongue and
jabbed it at her puckered anus. She pushed against me, and as my
saliva lubricated her hole, I felt my tongue enter her, a quarter of
an inch at a thrust. Joanie relaxed her asshole and I felt the tunnel
of her anus sliding and engulfing my tongue. She was fucking my face
now, pulling away and bashing back in, and my tongue slid all the way
in her ass each time she pushed back.
        "Oh yeah, fuck my ass, boy, fuck me good with your pointy
little, tongue, you pervert. Make Mommy come all over your face. Oh
oh".
        I guess she came again. She pushed one last time against my
tongue and stopped, leaving my tongue up her. Her ass spasm around my
tongue. I could barely breath and I felt my eyes roll up into my head.
I had known grownups did nasty things, but I had no idea why until
then. I was having a brain rush orgasm as Joanie twitched her ass
muscles around my tongue. She finally fell on the bed, twisting over
so she lay on her back.
        "Good little pervert, you did that pretty well, considering
what a bad angle you had to work from. Maybe next time I'll sit on
your face. That would be nice, wouldn't it little pervert?"
        "Yes, Mommy". I was a fast learner.
        She scooted a little closer to me on the bed.
        "Poor little pervert, I've cum twice and you're just hangin'
around, waiting for Mommy to take care of you. Do you want Mommy to
make you cum?
        Did I ever.
        "Yes Mommy, please let me cum."
        Joanie wiggled around on the bed like she was scratching an
itch she couldn't reach. She was unbelievably sexy to my fifteen year
old over heated brain. She sat up a little, leaning on her elbows. She
brought her left foot dragging up my right leg, describing circles to
my thigh, then insinuated her toes along the inside of my upper thigh.
She ran the top of her high arch under my balls, applying a light easy
pressure.
        "Poor little pervert nutsack. Look at how your little pecker
jumps when Mommy puts her foot on it."
        Joanie pulled her foot back and then ran the white sole flat
up the length of my cock. I was shivering. This felt so nasty.
No back seat jack off with some dumb freshman girl even came close. My
girlfriend's unbelievable dirty mom was running her narrow, perfectly
proportioned foot up and down my bouncing tumid dick. She spread her
toes, white in between where the sun never reached, and pressed under
the head of my cock, and caught me between her big toe and the middle
one. She masturbated me with one foot and brought her other foot up
under my balls. She used the big toe of that foot to probe my ass and
rub the sensitive space between my balls and asshole.
        "Come on, little pervy, shoot for Mommy, shoot your cum all
over Mommy's toes. You're such a dirty little boy, Mommy wants to see
you come on me."
        It was irresistible, finally. It felt so good I wished it
would never end. But when she sandwiched my cock between the soles of
her feet and massaged me using an increasingly rapid rhythm, I could
hold back no longer. I arched my back and let fly. My cock shot three
globs of spunk in a high arch, landing on Joanie's shelf-like breasts.
Using some of my cum as a lubricant, Joanie rubbed her feet all over
my dick and nuts, coaxing out four more spurts in decreasing strength
and amount of jism. I had never cum like that before, didn't even know
it was possible.
Before I had merely ejaculated, but this time had been the combination
of shame; shame at being caught, shame at being so aroused before my
girlfriend's mother, the shame of my helplessness, and shame at my
twitching cock's enthusiastic response to her beautiful feet brought
me to my first orgasm. I slumped, hanging by the handcuffs, limp.
        Joanie got back up on her knees. She took hold of my head
lifted it and guided it to her tits, where the bulk of my thick cum
sat in puddles. One string hung off her nipple. She said,
        "Clean Mommy's tits, be a good boy now, lick your cum off
Mommy's tits."
        I had been dying to kiss Joanie's breasts since I'd first seen
her. They had given me a boner the first time I'd seen her in her
lounging around by the pool in her bikini. Now she was inviting me to
kiss them all over, but with a catch. I'd been through a lot, grown a
lot that afternoon, but this was counter to all I'd ever understood
about sex and manhood. I looked at her stiff brown nipple, wet with
the pearly translucence of my cum. She brought my head firmly towards
her breasts and I opened my mouth.
        I fought the strong reaction to gag as my mouth surrounded her
nipple, covered with my slime. It tasted a little like the ammonia
that my mom used to clean the bathroom, a little like the chlorine in
Joanie's swimming pool. As I washed Joanie's nipple clean of my cum, I
realized that this wasn't so bad after all. None of it was. I was
Joanie's little pervert slutboy, and I was lucky she'd let me
tongue-fuck her asshole earlier and doubly lucky now as I formed my
tongue into a tube and began to suck on her tit like I'd seen Linda
Lovelace do to a dick in that eight millimeter porno movie Richie
Murphy stole from his dad.
        "MMM, nice. But your missing some over here, cum-licker."
        I wanted her to call me every filthy name in the book. I
wanted her to tell me to do nasty things some more. I left her nipple
and washed the rest of her chest clean of spunk. I cupped my tongue
and washed the deep valley between Joanie's breasts.  I was fifteen,
young and eager, with my girlfriend's forty year old mothers perfect
silky titflesh splashed with my spume under my tongue. I was getting
hard again. Joanie felt my dick poking her in the belly, and ran her
finger tips over it. She took a finger and rubbed the peehole on the
head of my cock. I was still slimy down there, and her touch drove me
wild.
        "I think I'm clean enough for now. You didn't take long to get
nasty again, did you, little pervert. Did it excite your little dicky
to clean your cum off  Mommy's tits?"
        "Yes, Mommy."
        "Yes what?"
        "Yes mommy, my dick is really hard. Its hard for you, Mommy.
Its always hard for you."
        "You know, you're going to be a good little boy for Mommy. I
think I can let you down for a while."
        She jumped off the bed and went behind me to the bureau. She
came up behind me, reached up, and unlocked the hand cuffs. I rubbed
my wrists.
        Joanie hugged me from behind, pressing her tits against my
back, reaching around me and handling my dick with both hands. I felt
proud of my dick, tall and hard, and proud that a mature beautiful
woman like Joanie would stoop to teach a slug teenage boy like me.
        Joanie pushed me onto the bed and said,
        "Roll over, my little slutboy."
        I did. She straddled me, and waddled up my body on her knees.
She leaned her tits in my face, and jiggled them back and forth. She
sat on my cock and ground her cunt against it. She stuck her butt out
so she could rub the underside of my prick against her clit.
        Her breathing was strong, puffing out of her nostril like a
dragon's steam
        "Oh yeah, uh, know what I like, huh, I like using your cock to
get me off, huh huh huh. I like rubbing my old hairy pussy on your
slimy hard dick, huh, your nasty teenage stiffy, huh."
        She did like it. She was dragging her hairy cunt in long
strokes over my boner. She pushed down, and I could feel her cuntlips
spreading. She was soaking my dick in her juices. She sat straight up
on me, and used her fingers to spread her cuntlips as wide as they
would go. I looked down and saw my cock head pressed flat against my
stomach, disappearing and reappearing in Joanie's bush as she slid
back and forth.
        "Tell me, pervert, did you, huh, ever fuck Vickie, hush, did
you ever put this thing in my daughter?"
        "No, Mommy, she wouldn't let me." I was panting now, too.
        "I didn't think so. Well, today's your lucky day, slutboy, cuz
Mommy's gonna pop your cherry."
        I didn't care whether I'd screwed some little bitches in the
back seat of some one else's car, Joanie was right, I was a virgin,
compared to her. She could take me to sexual heights I could never
have found in the panties of immature little teengirls or in the pages
of my girlie magazines. She said,
        "I'm gonna fuck you like a cowgirl, and you're never gonna
forget it."
        She twirled around, facing my feet, and grabbed my dick. She
pointed it at herself, raised up and impaled herself on me in one
stroke. My dick felt like it was engulfed by an oven. Joanie's vagina
was super hot, and super slick, as I found out when she started
bouncing up and down an me. My cock slipped in and out her pussy
making obscene slurps with every stroke. She was incredibly tight for
a mother of four kids. On the outstrokes she clenched her cunt muscles
tightly around me. I felt I was being milked. Every muscle in my body
was tensing in anticipation of my cum. My thighs were like bars of
iron as she bounced on me so fast it was driving my teenage brain to
the brink of insanity.
I was getting close, almost there, I was groaning and panting. Joanie,
the sexual expert, intuited when I was right on the brink and jumped
off me. She kneeled next to my hips, grabbed my aching dick and
started jacking me off in deft quick movements.
        "Cum for Mommy again, show Mommy how you like to fuck and
suck, you dirty filthy little boy."
        I didn't need the encouragement, I bucked my hips off the bed
in time to her fist flying on my cock. She placed her face over the
head of my cock, opened her mouth and ran her tongue around and around
the head of it. I started to cum and she pointed my dick into her
mouth. I sprayed her tongue with more of my boyseed. Three spurts this
time, and I fell back on the bed, exhausted in body and mind.
        Joanie crawled up the bed until her face hovered over mine.
She took my face in her hands, lowered her mouth and we tongue kissed,
our saliva and my cum mingling in our mouths.
        We lay there for about half an hour, our arms wrapped around
each other, then Joanie slowly raised herself on an elbow. She idly
ran the end of her index finger over my lips, down my chin, down my
neck, a couple of times around my nipples, around my navel, and then
to my boy cock. She ran her finger tip along its length, watching it
hop and begin to grow again. She said,   "You better get out of here
before you get caught again, you delicious little slutboy."
        As I left, the towel wrapped around my waist, my stiff dick
waving in front of me, Joanie said one last thing to me.
        "As long as your little dickie gets hard for me you can come
and play."  I looked at her, stretched out on her side, her breast
still gleaming from our play, her delectable toes that I wanted to
lick like popcicles, her black bush, her thick pink pussylips, and I
knew. Whatever it took to get back here, I would do, no matter how
humiliating.

        The summer  before my sixteenth birthday proved to be a
chaotic one, for myself and nearly everyone close to me. My parents
were getting a divorce, and spent all their time fighting. They barely
noticed when I moved out. Vickie's mom, Joanie, had invited me to stay
in the attic bedroom at her house, giving me a place to hide from the
exhibitions of acrimony at my house.
She told me, in front of Vickie, that she sympathized with me, she was
going through a divorce with her husband Jim, and had asked him to
move out rather than subject her kids to their bickering. I wondered,
to myself, how much of her invitation had to do with the incredible
sex session we had shared a month before, when she had caught me
beating my meat, in her bedroom, holding a photograph of her nude. She
hadn't made any further overtures to me since then, and I was lost in
a fog of confusion and lust whenever I was near her.
        I had made some clumsy attempts at duplicating some of the
things that Joanie had shown me with a girl I used to call up
periodically and fuck around with. She was a year younger than me, and
though she enjoyed me munching her pussy, she balked

when I tried to lick her asshole. And when I tried to get her to jack
me off using her pert little toes, she curled up in a ball on the
sofa, holding a pillow between us and said I was a weirdo, and that if
I didn't leave she would tell her big brother what we'd been up to,
and he would beat the shit out of me. I left, with aching balls, not
knowing where to turn.
        Vickie and I continued our more or less chaste relationship. I
hadn't asked her to have sex with me after her confession that she was
a virgin. Now that her mom and I had done so many dirty things
together I felt guilty about approaching her again. We still made out,
kissing and fondling, but Vickie seemed happy to leave it at that, and
I was secretly relieved.
        I moved into the attic room without incident. Vickie's three
younger sisters had all left home for summer camp, Vickie spent almost
all day at Gifted Summer school, and Joanie was active on half a dozen
volunteer committees and hardly ever at home. I was alone most of the
time, in a great big house, with all I could eat and drink, and a
swimming pool in the backyard to boot. But I was miserable.
        I wanted to have Joanie show me more stuff. I wanted her to
play with my cock some more, call me all kinds of names, make me cum
and then make me lick it up. I was depraved, and horny as hell.
        The only release I had came one morning as I lay in bed
reading. I heard footsteps at my door, then an envelope slid under it.
The footsteps receded. I got up, walked to the door and picked up the
envelope. It was blank and inside was a sheet of paper, folded around
a photograph. On the outside of the folded paper Joanie had written
one word, "Patience". Inside she had placed the picture that had
gotten me in so much trouble. On the back of it she had inscribed,
"Don't wear it out!" What a card.
The picture was more exciting now than when I first saw it. I had
sucked on those incredible large nipples, ran my tongue aver their
bumpy surface. I had lain with my stiff dick in between those soft
brown thighs,  while Joanie brought us both off with grunts and sweat.
I spent the rest of the morning in an onanistic frenzy, until, after
five ejaculations and completely spent, I went downstairs to eat
something.
        A few more days passed like this, whacking my meat in a fever,
then shuffling around in despair that anything else would ever happen
again between Joanie and me. I was laying on my bed one afternoon,
depressed, reading a novel, when I heard splashing outside. I walked
to the window and looked down into the backyard. Joanie was sunning
herself in the same bikini that she'd worn that day. Someone was
swimming in the pool, and when they emerged from the water I saw that
it was Sandy, Vickie's step-brother Junior's girlfriend. Junior was in
college out of state, and come home for the summer. He worked all day
in a division of his dad's company , and partied elsewhere most
nights, so we rarely saw him. His girlfriend Sandy was eighteen, a
high school dropout, and was happy just to hang around with a rich
college guy with lots of money. Junior liked having her hanging around
too, treating her like his maid, having her do his laundry, and other
chores, like polish the chrome on his motorcycle. To each their own, I
thought.
        Sandy was a bikini-beach blond, with long straight hair, and a
body that wouldn't quit. Looking down at the two of them I noticed how
similar her figure was to Joanie's, voluptuous to the point of
exaggeration. Sandy's body won't look like that when she's forty, I
thought to myself somewhat smugly. I started rubbing my dick bulge
against the window casement as I watched the two women sunbathing
below. I focused first on Joanie, my obsession, then shifted my gaze
to Sandy. I wondered how her toes, nails painted shocking pink, would
feel wrapped around my unit. I became quite hard. I undid my fly and
fished my peter out. I was getting a slow steady rhythm going when I
glanced once more over to Joanie. She was shading her eyes, peering
straight up to the window where I stood, pulling on my cock. She had a
real knack for catching me in the act. She called out,
        "Hi, come on down, its too beautiful a day to hide up there."
        What could I do. If she'd asked me to jump out the window I
think I would have done it. I jammed my meat back into my cutoffs and
skipped the stairs leading downstairs. By the time I walked through
the kitchen my dick was no longer fully erect, but none the less hung
heavy in my shorts.
        Sandy and Joanie lay side by side in relining beach chairs.
Joanie had on her pink floral print bikini and Sandy was wearing a
really skimpy black number, so small her full tits peaked out from the
bottom of her cups. Joanie gestured for me to sit in a chair at their
feet.
        Joanie said,
        "We were discussing relationships, and I was telling Sandy I
think she sells herself short with Junior. I certainly wouldn't do his
laundry, and I'm his step-mother."
        She took a sip from her diet pop and looked over at me.
        "Take Bob here, he and Vickie have a great relationship, based
on respect."
        Sandy smiled at me. I'm was sure she couldn't have cared less
what a couple of teenagers three years younger than she thought or did
about anything.
        Sandy said,
        "But I love Junior, at least I think I do. Aren't I supposed
to do things for a man, if I love him, I mean."
        "Sometimes. Sometimes its nice to get a man to do things for
you. Its nice for the man, too," Joanie replied.
        Joanie lifted a leg and, pointing big toe, poked my knee, and
said,
        "What do you think, do you like doing "stuff" for a woman?"
        I had been lost in the same erotic reverie I always inhabited
when I was close to Joanie. My brain was mush. I answered,
        "Yeah, it feels good to do stuff for girls, uh, women, I
mean."
        Joanie let the sole of her foot rest on my knee. She said,
        "I know you do. You've shown me how much you like it. You
know, Sandy, Bob and I have a special relationship. Its one I think
might be helpful for you. Would you like to feel more in control in
your love life?"
        Sandy looked from Joanie to me. She smiled and said,    "I
guess so. I always wanted to be a little stronger with men."
        "Good, Sandy, I knew you would. Sandy, I have a special
nickname for Bob, I call him my slutboy, can you guess why?"
        Joanie scooted to the end of the beach chair. She sat with one
leg on the patio and the other raised and resting on my thigh. She
said,
        "Because he'll do anything I tell him to, isn't that right,
slutboy."
        I couldn't control myself, I answered immediately,
        "Yes Mommy."
        "See, and he's so eager", Joanie said , looking over to Sandy,
eyebrows raised, as if I'd said something witty.
Sandy giggled,  squirmed in her chair and raised herself a little to
see my degradation better. Joanie brought her foot off my knee,
straightening her leg and caressed my chin with the tops of her toes.
I closed my eyes momentarily and took a deep breath. It was glorious
to feel her touch again.
        Joanie said to Sandy,
        "Watch this and learn. Slutboy, I want you to lick my poor
tired feet. You'd like to make them feel better, don't you?"
        "Yes Mommy", I said in a monotone, hypnotized by the sound of
her voice.
        I looked down at her foot, now hovering in front of my face. I
took her slender ankle in my hand and took in the high narrow arch,
the delicate flare of her foot to her toes, the wonderful array of her
toes, with the white, untanned valleys in between them. I opened my
mouth and took her big toe inside it. I washed her toe, circling my
tongue around it. Inspired, I started sucking it, and rocking my head
back and forth, like I was giving her toe a blow-job. I took her foot
in both hands and spread her big toe from the rest of her foot. I
pointed my tongue and butterflied the space between her toes as if
there were a clitoris there. My cock had grown totally erect in my
shorts, but because I was bent over ministering to Joanie's foot, it
was hidden. I felt abject and excited all at the same time. What could
Sandy, a gorgeous girl three years my senior be thinking of this?
        "Mmmm, I love it when boys do this. Has Junior ever done this
to you?" Joanie was leaning back in a glamour girl pose while I
lathered her toes with saliva. She was swinging the leg I was not
kissing back and forth lazily, enjoying herself.
        "Nope", said Sandy. She seemed dazed, leaning forward, elbows
on her knees watching intently as I held Joanne's foot and with the
wide part of my tongue bathed her white sole with long licks. Joanie
turned her head to Sandy and asked her,
        "Would you like my little slutboy to lick your feet, Sandy?
I'm sure he'd love to."
        Sandy's eyes got wide and she sat straight up. I'm sure she
was a surprised at the way things were turning out as I was. She sat
for a moment with her hands on her knees, watching my mouth swallow
Joanie's toes again. At last she whispered, "Yes, make him do those
dirty things to me too."
        Joanie told me to stand up. I let go of her foot and got up
from the deck chair. My boner stretched the front of my cutoffs,
hidden no longer. The head was peeking out of the waistband,
distorting it. Joanie dragged her foot over my bulge and said,
        "Look how nasty our little slutboy gets when he licks Mommy's
feet." She pressed and rubbed as I stood with my hands at my side.
Sandy's eyes widened and she said,
        "It looks so hard. I didn't know boys got so turned on kissing
girl's feet."
        Joanie  said,
        "You don't know the half of it. Take off those shorts, you
little pervert, they're not hiding much anyway."
        I undid the buttons of my fly, Joanie continuing to rub my
cock with her feet through the cloth. I pulled down my shorts and
underwear in one motion, proud to show off my hardness to these women,
proud to show how big Joanie made my dick.
        Joanie ran her toes up and down my dick as Sandy watched.
Finally Joanie said,
        "Get on your knees and crawl over to Sandy."
        I got on my knees and crawled in front of the voluptuous blond
in the black bikini. My penis pointed to the sky, the head purple.
Joanie instructed her to hold out one of her feet. She then told me to
stand up on my knees, and not to move.
        Joanie joined Sandy on the same recliner, sitting next to her
facing me. Joanie said,
        "Sandy, do yourself a favor, feel this slutboy's dick between
your toes. There's nothing like it", and Sandy slid her pale pink foot
up from the patio and along my leg, coming to a stop at my cock. She
looked me in the eye and then stroked the tip of her toe along the
length of me. I sucked my breath in sharply. She traced the ridge of
my urethra up to the thin membrane attached to the head, then rolled
my dick against my belly with the ball of her pale foot. Sandy's face
was flushed, her head hung down and she watched in rapt fascination as
my cock jerked and twitched under her touch. Sandy took her big toe
and slid it over the hole on the tip of my dick, sliding on the string
of precum that oozed out.
        "Kiss her feet, my little pervert, show her what its like to
be worshipped by a slutboy." I'd never heard the phrase "worship" used
this way before, but of course Joanie was right. I was worshipping, I
wanted to worship these beautiful women with my tongue and cock.
Joanie was leaning forward, squeezing her breasts through the cups of
her bikinis. Her brown eyes blazed. She wrapped her hand around the
ankle of the foot Sandy had been using to fondle me and brought it to
my mouth.
        Joanie didn't need to tell me to open my mouth. I gave her the
same treatment I had given Joanie, sucking and laving her pink toes
and grazing her soles with my teeth. My eyes rolled back in my head as
I was overcome by shame and arousal.
        "Kind of tickles, ooh, that feels good though," as I simulated
a blowjob on her big toe. She turned her foot sideways, so I could
attend to her ankle.
        I glanced up and noticed Joanie was rubbing her hand on
Sandy's upper thigh, moving closer to her crotch with each movement. I
began kissing the warm calf of Sandy's calf, mesmerized by the
movement of Joanie's hand, which was now rubbing inside Sandy's thigh
right at the edge of her skimpy bikini bottom.
        "Does Junior ever eat you, honey, does he put his mouth on
your sex and please you that way?" Joanie asked in a breathy whisper.
Sandy,  breathing irregularly, replied in a small voice,
        "No, no matter how much I beg him."
        Joanie pulled Sandy's leg up and crossed it over her own,
spreading Sandy's thighs and exposing her crotch. I was idling,
licking the tender back of  Sandy's knee, and staring at her crotch,
where her bikini bottom was stretched taut over the round bulge of her
pussy.
        "Come up here and attend to Sandy, she needs you, slutboy."
        I moved up so my face was level  with the black panel of
Sandy's bikini bottom. Joanie's fingers played along the edge, dancing
and stroking. Joanie said,
        "Start right here."
        I sucked Sandy at the large dimple created where her thigh met
her crotch. Her skin there was pale white and translucent.
Occasionally my tongue ran into Joanie's finger, thrumming along, and
she would enter a finger into my mouth to suck. She played her hand a
while ahead of my mouth and tongue, then slipped under the elastic of
Sandy's bikini's leg hole.
Sandy moaned, and shifted towards me in the chair. Joanie pulled the
bikini to the side, exposing Sandy's sex. Her pussy was covered with
fine strands of pale blond hair. Joanie pushed down with her hand,
pinching the lustrous pink pussy lips between a couple of her fingers,
causing Sandy's clit to pop out of its hood. It was amazingly long,
jutting out like a tiny penis. Joanie said,
        "Look at that, slutboy, look at Sandy's beautiful clit. Junior
must be out of his mind not to pay homage to this."
        I bent forward and gently licked the quivering pink clitoris
held captive by Joanie's long tan fingers. I pursed my lips and
pinched the nubbin in them, running my tongue rapidly back and forth,
using her clit for a speed bag. I looked over and saw Joanie had one
of her own legs, the one not trapped under Sandy's, bent back, and
with her own bathing suit pushed to one side, was plunging three
fingers into her gaping cunt. I stuck my tongue out and ran it up and
down Sandy's entire vagina. Joanie spread the thin pink lips of
Sandy's cunt, revealing a narrow passage, ribbed with pink and purple
folds. I felt dizzy. I stuck my tongue out as far as I could and
proceeded to fuck her cunt channel, sucking her juices into my mouth.
Joanie tormented her clit with two fingers. Sandy now lay back, her
head turning back and forth, panting. I felt the walls of her sex
spasming and flexing.
        Sandy began a slow cum that seemed to levitate her off the
reclining chair. She stretched her legs out tight, and the fingers
splayed and fluttered as she lifted her hands at her sides.
I tongue-fucked Sandy's sweet pussy with all the strength I could
focus in my tongue. She bent over double, suddenly and violently,
sputtering,
        "OH,oh,oh! Oh, aaaaaah. nggghgghh, oooooooooooo!

        We made quite a tableau. I was kneeling on the patio, buck
naked, my arms to my side, fingertips dragging the ground, cock filled
nearly to bursting, its purple head leaking copious pre-cum in a
puddle in my peehole. Sandy was recovering from the orgasm I'd given
her with my tongue, and had rearranged her tiny black bikini bottom
demurely so it covered her sex. She lay on her side, resting her head
on her hand, legs closed.  She brushed her long blond hair back from
her face. She was smiling, her slanted blue eyes twinkling. Her white
skin was flushed deep pink, from the plane of her cheekbones, down to
her chest, all the way down her thighs to her knees. My girlfriend's
mom, Joanie, made no concession to modesty. She was laying on her back
on the reclining chair, her feet on the patio, knees apart. Her
bathing suit bottom was still pushed to the side, and her bushy black
pubic hairs glistened from the fluid she had coaxed from her pussy
while I'd massaged the inside of Sandy's cunt with my tongue.
        Sandy broke our silence, in a dreamy voice,
        "I've never felt anything like that before."
        "There's nothing better", Joanie said, her words floating up
to the cloudless azure of the summer sky.
        I silently agreed. I was worried, as I sat looking at the two
languid women, chatting about cumming, that I might pop myself,
spontaneously. I was sitting there, still and silent, like a statue,
but inside I was on fire. I wanted to jump on Sandy and hump her leg
like a dog. I reined in my thoughts, if I kept this up I would jizz,
my sperm flying into empty space, and I sensed that this would be a
huge waste. Joanie was graciously handing me the gift of my own
sexuality and I owed it to her to discipline myself, to cum only when
she told me to, to bite the bullet until then. I was her slave, that
was that, and I didn't need to reflect much farther.
        Joanie was talking again,
        "How old are you, seventeen, eighteen?"
        "Eighteen,"
        "And this is the first time you've cum. That's a sad
commentary on our society. We don't teach our girls anything, not even
how to recognize their own needs."
        "I didn't know I could feel anything like that. Thanks,
Joanie, thanks."
        "You're welcome, honey, you know, I believe we're all sisters,
and sometimes an older sister has to show a younger one the way."
        Joanie rolled over on her side so she faced Sandy. She reached
out her hand and brushed a few strands of wispy blond hair from
Sandy's face. They were smiling at each other, Sandy's lips shining
and slightly parted. Joanie put her hand on the back of Sandy's head
and pulled her into a kiss. Their heads danced together, and I saw
their tongues twining and rolling together like sibling snakes. Joanie
moved her hand from Sandy's head, and moved it lazily down her back,
massaging her spine, until  she reached her ass. She grabbed the
eighteen year old's butt and pulled their bodies together. Sandy's
long pale legs intertwined with Joanie's opulent tanned thighs as they
pecked and probed each other's mouth.
        Joanie brought her hand from around Sandy's rear end and began
rubbing the young girl's breasts, bringing her fingertips together and
pushing, splaying her fingers as she did so. Then she would pull  her
hand back, rejoining her fingertips, capturing Sandy's abundant
tit-flesh. At the end of this motion, Joanie would twist Sandy's
nipple. Joanie kept up this caress in a steady rhythm.
        Sandy tentatively placed her own hand on Joanie's breast.
Joanie gave a hum of pleasure, and reaching behind her, untied the
string holding her bikini top. Her top fell in a small pile between
them. Sandy rolled Joanie's full breasts around and around. pressing
them to Joanie's body. Joanie in turn recommenced her fondling. She
hooked her finger in the top of Sandy's suit, and pulled it off her
tit. Sandy's tit literally spilled out of the bikini. Her nipple,
smaller in circumference than Joanie's, was an incredibly light shade
of pink. Like her clit, it was abnormally long, extending beyond  the
pillow of her pale white breast at least a full inch, smooth and
gently tapering at the tip.
        Sandy shifted nervously. Joanie said,
        "Relax, honey, you can trust me."
        Sandy smiled at her again,
        "I know, its just, uh, I'm afraid of sunburn."
        Joanie threw her head back and laughed. She looked down at me,
silent witness to their pleasure. She smiled at me and said,
        " I guess we'd all better be careful. Let's go upstairs to
Bob's room. I've got some things I'd like to share with both of you."
        They both stood up. Joanie said,
        "Let's give the little slutboy a hand. He looks like he needs
it."
        I raised up, unsteadily, Joanie and Sandy holding my elbows.
As I stood, my bare chest brushed Sandy's distended nipple, still
hanging from her top. She shivered. Joanie reached across us and
taking Sandy's hand from my arm, lowered it and placed it on my dick.
My turn to shiver. Together they led me through the sliding glass door
into the house by my throbbing cock, Joanie and Sandy's fingers
entwined. I hurried to keep up.
        We never made it upstairs. We took a couple of steps into the
kitchen, and Joanie turned to us. Maintaining her hold on me, she put
her other hand on Sandy's shoulder and knelt in front of me, pushing
Sandy to her knees as well. She said.
        "Let's make slutboy squirt, feel how stiff he is? He's been so
nice and quiet. Mommy wants to see him squirt for you."
        She yanked Sandy's swimsuit top off her body, and cupping one
of Sandy's tits, pulled me into her. Sandy's large soft pillowy breast
swallowed my hardness. Joanie pulled me back a bit, and looking down
at Sandy's incredibly long stiff nipples, said,
        "Honey, your nipples must be incredibly sensitive. Come on
slutboy, rub your dick across Honey's nipple."
        She manipulated my cock so that the ridge beneath the head of
my dick went back and forth across Sandy's light pink nipple. Her nip
was so stiff and long it felt like a pinkie finger rubbing the most
sensitive part of me. Sandy and I both moaned.
Moving behind Sandy, Joanie grabbed both of the nubile teenagers tits
and trapped my cock in between them. I fucked her cleavage violently,
my dick lost in her white flesh except in my upstroke, when the purple
head would emerge. Joanie increased the pressure on Sandy until her
obscene eraser tip nipples joined together, then Joanie rotated and
rubbed them together. I swung my hips forward with abandon, enveloped
in Sandy's cleavage.
        I came, then, without warning, in thin high spurts. My first
spasm hit Sandy in the chin, and splashed Joanie on the lips, as she
looked over Sandy's shoulder. The rest of my cum shot out in squirts
all over Sandy's tits. Joanie rubbed a gob of it between the elongated
nipples of the eighteen year old blond.
        Joanie then said,
        "Now comes the good part. You know what to do now, don't you,
be a little cum licking pervert for Honey."
        Sandy and I looked into each others eyes, sharing our shame
and pleasure. Keeping our eyes locked together, I lowered my head and
took the cum-drenched distended nipple that Joanie was proffering to
me in my mouth. I bit her lightly with my front teeth. I had cum a
lot, and had to swallow several times as I worked my way up to her
chin, where my jizz still hung thickest. Sandy rubbed both of her
hands over my still hard dick. Even though I had just cum, my fifteen
year old penis, enflamed by the filthy doings of the afternoon,
remained filled with blood, and turned a deep red in Sandy's fingers.
I made my tongue into a point and caught the dollop of my own juice
hanging in a viscous string from Sandy's chin on the tip of it. I
carried it there, my tongue out, to Joanie's waiting tongue. We
embraced, Joanie and I, sandwiching  Sandy, and danced my cum around
our tongues.
        Sandy pushed me on my back and speared her mouth with my
wiener. She brought her head down and took me up to my pubes, making a
nasty  wet sound. Her hair fell around her face, and her cheeks
hallowed as she sucked me like a vacuum cleaner. I could only glimpse
Joanie, hidden behind Sandy, doing god knows what to her.
        I glanced over to my left and saw a pair of legs. In shock I
fell back. Vickie was sitting on a kitchen stool, her textbooks on her
lap. She had her head down, watching us with burning eyes, her mouth
ajar, breathing heavily. Sandy saw her about the same time I did, and
jumped up, grabbing her bathing suit and running from the room. I
guess this was a little too much for Sandy! Joanie was last to notice
her daughter watching her boyfriend lick his own cum off the tit's of
her step-brother's girlfriend, tits being fondled and offered to her
boyfriend by her very own mother. I blushed, for the first time that
day. I lay back on one elbow, my ankles crossed, my dick hanging
erect.
        Joanie sat cross legged at my feet, her big brown tits shining
with sweat. She brushed her hair into place with her hand. She said,
        "Well, dear, home early?"
        Vickie just sat there, her hands balled into fists. Her
textbooks slid off her lap and clattered on the tiles of the kitchen
floor. Her face was puffy, and tears gathered in the corners of her
eyes. At last she spoke,
        "Mom, its just so unfair, its just not fair."
        I looked at the floor and blew a quiet whistle.
        " I should be doing that to Bob. He's MY boyfriend, not
Sandy's."
        Joanie said calmly and evenly,
        "Vickie, if you want him to be yours, you've got to act like
he's yours."
        Vickie slumped her shoulders, collapsing in on herself.
        "Oh Mommy, I'm such a," she paused, searching, "I'm such a
COWARD!"
        "Honey, you're just young, baby. Nobody expects you to know
everything. Come on, honey, don't cry."
        I felt like shit. I managed to pipe in,
        "Vickie, its you I love."
        Joanie and Vickie both looked at me hard and said,
        "Oh, shut up."
        Joanie said,
        "Vickie, if you want some help, I'm always here for you. I've
told you what I think you should do with Bob, and since you haven't
followed my advice, he's up for grabs."
        She rocked forward and grabbed my cock, as if to illustrate
her statement. I wondered what on earth Joanie could have told Vickie
about me. She wasn't acting very motherly now.
She shook my prick, bringing it back to full attention. She leaned
forward and held me with both hands, moving them up and down. I hissed
and arched my back. She said,
        "You don't need to fear this, you can make it do anything you
want. Sit down here, I'll show you."
        "I dunno, Mommy, I'd be more comfortable in a place with more
privacy."
        "Suit yourself. Come on, Bob, let's all go upstairs and show
Vickie what this can do."
        We headed up the narrow back stairs, Joanie swinging her ass
back and forth in her disheveled bathing suit, Vickie in her white
cotton blouse and plaid schoolgirl skirt. Her long alabaster legs
pumped up the steps. I followed behind, my dick banging against my
thighs.
        Joanie led us into her bedroom. She took me by the dick again
and led me to the center of the room. I stood still and Joanie gripped
my wrists and bent my arms behind me. She barked,
        "Stay like that."
        She went to a drawer and came back with a pair of black nylon
stockings. She offered one to Vickie and said,
        "Tie his hands behind him with this."
        She stood in front of me while her daughter tied me up.
She shucked her bikini bottoms off . She stood and watched me, hands
on her hips, legs spread. I had never seen anything sexier, her head
thrown slightly back, her slender arms crooked, her full breasts
heaving, those giant succulent nipples, the gap between her legs where
the black fur stood at a crest, her ample thighs, her sinewy calves
and last, but not certainly least, her narrow ankles, her heavenly
feet. I stared at her nudity, eyes popping out of my face. Joanie had
wormed her way into my psyche, and as I stood there, helpless, my
breath came in long gasps. Joanie held the other nylon draped down her
leg.
        Vickie did a thorough job, cinching my wrists at the small of
my back. She walked around me and stood next to her mother. She looked
down at the other black nylon and asked,
        "What are you going to so with that, Mommy."
        Joanie slinked to me, bending down, and said,
        "This is insurance."
        She wrapped the stocking twice around the base of my cock and
balls, then once tightly around the base of my cock alone. She tied a
knot, leaving the unused part of the stocking hanging. My dick filled
and pulled against the restraint. Joanie stood up again, holding the
end of the stocking. She pulled it a little. A rush of ecstasy spread
in my groin. She walked me closer to Vickie using the black nylon as a
leash.
        "He doesn't seem very frightening now, does he, honey."
        "No Mommy, he doesn't", Vickie finally smiled, and taking the
nylon leash from her mother, gave my boner a couple of tugs. Joanie
said,
        "This keeps that nasty dickie in its place, and keeps Bobbyboy
from cumming unless WE want him to. Why don't you go get some of those
presents I gave you, I think they might come in handy."
        Vickie handed her mother the leash, and ran out the door.
Joanie reeled me in until I stood with my body pressing against her.
She hissed,
        "OK, pervert, its showtime. I want you to make my daughter
happy. She needs to cum so bad she can't see straight.
And she needs you to do it." Joanie yanked the stocking several times
to emphasize the words. "Everything that's happened so far today isB;IY
just a prelude to what's about to happen. I'm going to rev you up and
make you do things so nasty I'm even embarrassed to think about them."
She pulled the nylon with one hand and drummed a finger on the
thickness of the head of my prick. "I am going to make you lick every
part of Vickie's body, stick your dirty little tongue in every hole,
rub your nasty dickie on every square inch of her, and when you're
through I'm going to fuck you myself, do you hear me, slutboy." She
lifted her thigh and thrust her hip forward so her cunt made contact
with my nylon wrapped boydick. She pushed against me, rutting her
pussy on me. I whimpered. "Nnnng, this is just the beginning, little
pervie, just to keep you interested."
        Joanie stood on tip toes, and threaded the leash through her
legs. She ran the nylon under her pussy and took hold of the end
behind her. She pulled my cock through her thighs, then lowered her
self down on it, fucking back and forth. I felt her full pussy lips
wrapped along the top of my dick.
        "Oh yeah,that's it. I love grinding your dick with my pussy.
Feel how wet Mommy's getting." She was letting go with a torrent of
cunt juice and obscenities. She wiggled back and forth, jamming her
clit and pussy lips against my cock, which was bent down and held by
her weight, struggling to stand upright.
        "OOh yeah'. she groaned. She reached down and aimed me at her
cunt. Wrapping a tanned thigh around my buttocks, she pulled me closer
and surrounded me with her pussy. I almost cried it felt so good.
        She leaned back and held on to my shoulder with one hand, and
fucked me in fast economical strokes, her breasts jiggling in
counter-rhythm. She took one last thrust, and I looked down where our
loins met. She pulled back slowly, her cuntlips sliding and holding
my purple boyprick, which was glistening  with her juices. She stepped
back, turning me loose, and my cock sprang back and violently slapped
my stomach.
        Just then Vickie returned. She had changed into a short black
silk kimono, which barely cleared her waist. She held a paper shopping
bag at her side, and stood next to her mother, poking  some errant
strands of her chestnut hair behind her ear.
        Joanie still held me by my nylon leash, and she looked over at
her coltish daughter, who was staring at my bound pecker. Joanie told
her daughter,
        "I know you're afraid of sex, baby, that's why I gave you
those toys. Look at Bob's dickie, it's no different just because its
attached to him. He lets me do anything I want with it, don't you."
        "Yes, Mommy."
        "Take off your robe and show this little slutboy your
beautiful body. He'll show his gratitude with this." She yanked me
again so my dick pointed at Vickie.
        Vickie untied the sash that held her robe on, and shrugged it
off her shoulders. She was tall, my height, with chestnut hair cut in
a long pageboy. Her eyes were aqua, her nose strong and aquiline, and
her lips were full, almost fat. I loved kissing their softness. She
was pale, in sharp contrast to her mom, and slender. She had barely
developed. Her breasts were small hillocks on her chest, but her
nipples were completely out of proportion, as big around as Joanie's
and full. Her aureoles stood out from her chest, puffed and brown. Her
waist was narrow and her hips flared out. Her body was splattered with
cute freckles. Her pussy had a sparse covering of light brown hair.
But her legs! She may have had the torso of a girl, but she had the
legs of a chorus-girl. Most of her height was due to the length of her
legs. I stared for the first time at my girlfriend nude.
My heart pounded, and my mouth went dry.
        Joanie went behind me and pulled me roughly to the end of the
bed by my bound wrists. She pushed me back on the bed, then took
vickie by the hand and guided her up next to me. She fished inside the
shopping bag and pulled out a bottle of massage oil and a whitend that's what she did. She rutted her hips and spread her
thin little pussy lips until they fit around the underside of my cock.
Joanie held my cock and the vibrator next to it against the pink open
sex of her virgin daughter. Vickie's nether lips made wet slapping
sounds as her mother tormented us by rubbing my fibrillating dick on
her daughters clitoris. The resonance of the vibrator was driving us
both to the edge. But the black nylon stocking tied around my cock and
balls wouldn't let me finish, not yet. I was somewhere between
complete pleasure and utter agony. Vickie started gasping in short
bursts.
        "Hee, hee heee."       "Here it comes", said Joanie.
        Vickie pressed my cock and the vibrator hard against her pussy
and tensed her body. She suddenly froze, except for her hips, which
bucked against my prick. She yelped,
        "Ohohohoh, yes yes yes."
        She continued to tremble for some time, holding her mother's
hand and my stocking-tied cock tightly against her sopping cunt with
both her hands, the tendons sticking out. The only sound was the buzz
of the dildo. At last she slid back towards my knees.
        Vickie sat very still, Joanie switched off the vibrator, and I
could do nothing but grit my teeth. My nuts felt the size of
grapefruits. Vickie opened her eyes.
        "Wow."
        She clambered up the bed and covered my face in kisses.
        "I love you so much, Bob. I love you I love you I love you."
She was grinning widely and shaking her head like a puppy.
        "Good job, slutboy, now its time to reward your patience.
Vickie, come over here."
        Vickie galumphed over to Joanie's side. She hugged her mom,
like a daughter hugs a mom, and kissed her cheek.
        "Thank you too, Mommy."
        "What are Mommy's for, baby,"
        Joanie handed the dildo to Vickie. She took my legs, and bent
them back, towards my head. I was too heavy. Vickie grabbed a foot and
helped. I lay with my knees bent, feet in the air, ass and dick
exposed to my girlfriend and her beautiful, happy child. Joanie said,
        "We're going to make Bobby very happy now, Vickie. This is
something hardly anyone does for a boy, but sometimes its the best
thing for them.".
        She was rubbing more oil on my cock and nuts. I couldn't
imagine what she was talking about. I just wanted her to untie my poor
aching privates and let me get release. Joanie's hands were joined by
Vickie's, slathering more massage oil on me. Joanie lifted my leash
and dragged her fingernails over my balls She raked the sensitive
patch of skin between my balls and ass.
Vickie followed suit, the eager student. Joanie said,
        "Hold out the toy, darling."
        Joanie poured a generous stream of oil on the dildo, jacking
it off, while Vickie rubbed tentatively on my tender virgin asshole.
It dawned on me what Joanie was going to do.
I had felt a full body rush of humiliation as I realized she planned
to buttfuck me with her daughter's white plastic dildo. I pulled my
knees up higher. I was ready, prepared to be Vickie and Joanie's
butt-slut. Vickie massaged my balls with squishy squeezes.
        Joanie handed the slimy dildo to her child, and said,
        "Here, baby, stick this in your boyfriend's ass. Take his
cherry, honey. Then I'm going to leave you alone for a while, and I
know you'll let him take yours."
        Vickie held the plastic dick in her hand, knitted her brow,
and asked,
        "I don't know what to do, Mommy."
        "Oh sweety, let me help you."
        They held the phony penis in their hands, and Joanie guided it
to my asshole. She told Vickie to pour more grease on it. I was laying
back, in heaven. I hadn't spoken a word in an hour while my girlfriend
and her mom used me like a pleasure tool. And now they were going to
penetrate my most private place. I was so lucky. I hope I didn't wake
up and find out it was all a dream.
        Joanie and Vickie rubbed the tip of the dildo against my
asshole. I gasped. They worked it slowly back and forth, inserting the
tip bit by bit into me. I had never felt anything like it. I matched
their probing by lifting my hips and thrusting against invading
vibrator. They gave a forceful shove and the white plastic gizmo slid
past my anal ring and deep into my ass. I moaned. My face flushed
bright red and the tendons stuck out in my neck. Joanie said,
        "Now just fuck him, baby."
        Vickie pushed and pulled the cock in and out of my ass with
long luxurious strokes. I saw stars. Joanie sat at my side, knees to
her chin, watching her child fuck my ass with her head turned to the
side. Vickie flicked the switch on the bottom of the sextoy, and as
the humming filled me, she began to rotate the evil little dick as she
pushed it in and out of me. My universe shrank and became the pleasure
that my girlfriend gave me, fucking my ass with her dildo.
        Joanie reached over and untied the black nylon stocking that
restrained my cock. Unleashed from its prison, and aroused beyond
belief by the fucking my girlfriend was giving my ass, I filled with
new blood. Every vein on it stood out. Joanie took the stocking and
put her arm inside it like a glove. She ran the nylon covered fingers
of her right hand over my over-loaded penis. My over-sensitized penis
could feel every warp and weave of the black nylon Joanie was using to
polish my penis. Vickie increased her tempo, sliding the dick in me
with both hands. The rasp of the nylon on Joanie's fingers was making
my cock an angry red. My heart beat filled my ears. Oh god oh god. My
ass clenched tight around the dildo. Joanie pulled her hand down to
the base off my pecker, and cum started flying everywhere.
        I felt a mouth engulf me and swallow my sperm. I looked down
and saw it was Vickie. She sucked hungrily on my head as
mwVLI pumped more and more cum into her mouth. Joanie sat back and beamed
at us. She retreated off the bed and left us alone. Vickie looked up
at me, spizz dripping from the corner of her mouth, and smiled.
        Joanie was right, later that night Vickie did give me her
cherry. She tied me to her bed and rode my cock until dawn.

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That's it for now. The muse is worn out; this story, twenty five years
in my mind, is told. These characters are fictions created by my
imaginations, although they existed in reality, with different .

plastic vibrator. Vickie and her mother sat on opposite sides of my
waist. Joanie said,
        "Hold out your hands, baby."
        When Vickie did what she was told,  Joanie poured massage oil
in them, the excess spilling all over my loins. Joanie then took
Vickie's hands and placed them on my dick. Joanie said,
        "Get him all oily, honey, I want his peter slick. I want him
to show you dickies are for more than just poking."
        Vickie squeezed my sex in her slick oily hands, kneading me.
She had rubbed my boner accidentally a couple of times before, through
my jeans, but had always jumped as if she'd been electrocuted. Now she
milked me with even pulls. Joanie said,
        "Now, rub him against your breasts."
        Vickie took the stocking leash and pulled my dick
perpendicular to my body. She leaned over me and barely touched the
tip of my cock to her puffy nipple. She tantalized her engorged
nipple-tip with the bulging purple head of my bound cock, holding me
at the  base, and waving my wand back and forth. She leaned over
farther and pushed my dick into her tit. Her nipple, along with the
head of my prick, disappeared into her flesh. I felt a sudden shock.
Joanie was leaning over my other hip, sliding the vibrator up my dick
to her daughter's nipple. We both twitched and moaned. Joanie held the
vibrator parallel to my prick and turned the power up. Vickie rubbed
herself obscenely on my meat, her nipple expanding and becoming even
larger. Joanie poured more massage oil on me, holding both the
vibrator and my cock in her hand. Becky leaned her body over, and for
a few moments used my humming cock to fuck the prickly skin of her
armpit. The scratchy whiskers made me squirm.
        "That's right, baby, use him. Make him fuck your armpit."
        Vickie sat up, then leaned back on her arms, her shiny brown
hair falling away from her face. She rubbed the bottom of her right
foot against the slickness of my buzzing unit, kneading me between her
toes. She put her head back and groaned.
        "Oh Mommy.... this feels soo good."
        Joanie was breathing in uneven rasps,
        "You're feeling your power, baby. This little slutboy's penis
is yours, yours to play with, yours to pleasure yourself with."
        Vickie ran her foot along me, turning it to and fro so the
delicious humming made slippery contact with her puckered sole, her
long pink toes, her heel, around her ankle.
        Joanie said,
        "Come up her, baby, come up here and rub your slutboy's dickie
on your pussy. Make him make you cum, Vickie.."
        Vickie swung her leg over my hips, and straddled me, sitting
on my thighs. She looked crazy, a patina of sweat covering her entire
body. Her red brown nipples looked painfully swollen. She moved up
until her child-like pussy was pushed up against my cock. Joanie said,
        "Yes, that's it, rub your pussy on your slutboy's vibrating
cock. "

Shaved by Joanie!

        No one who saw us at the Hamburger Hut would have mistaken us
for anything other than what we appeared. Young lovers, not yet sweet
sixteen, holding hands under the table, eating french fries and making
goo goo eyes. Vickie and I wandered among the other shoppers on Drake
Street, protected by a bubble of love. In the back of the bookstore,
in the dark refuge of the psychology section, we clutched and kissed.
But we nearly always maintained a demure facade in public.
        At Joanie's house it was an entirely different matter. Almost
the moment we entered Vickie's mother's house, her demeanor changed
from virginal fifteen year old to experienced maitrisse with the snap
of her now regal fingers. Sometimes this created delightful
incongruities. One day, after her volunteer job at the community
hospital, she trussed me up like a turkey and made me service her
asshole with my mouth, her red and white candy-striper outfit bunched
around her waist. I lapped her creamy butt cheeks like a starving cat,
and when she pulled her cheeks apart with white-knuckled fingers, I
parried and thrust my tongue around her pinkish-brown asshole. I
inhaled her earthy smell, and noted every subtle change in her taste
as I probed the inside of her with my tongue. At first a little
bitter, as my efforts increased, her butthole produced a slow steady
flow of rectal mucus, my ambrosia, musky and thick. She kept me
captive, eventually cumming four times, bent over with my tongue
snaking in and out of her wrinkled little anus, for over an hour. When
she was satisfied, she straightened up, patted her dress back into
place, and adjusted the plastic badge that said "Vickie", with a
smiley face dotting the "i", over her left tit. She beamed down at me
as I kneeled on the kitchen floor, nursing my aching tongue. She
grabbed my face and french kissed me passionately. Joanie clicked by
in her tiny opened-toed sandals, and ruffed up my hair,
        "What a good little slutboy",
        and went back to stirring the ingredients that would
eventually be our dinner.
        Sandy, Vickie's step-brother's eighteen year old girlfriend,
moved into our happy household a few days later. I was in the
backyard, on top of a step-ladder, pruning the privacy hedge around
the swimming pool. I heard Joanie's BMW pull into the garage, and the
back gate swung open with a crash. Sandy shoved a large duffel bag in
front of her, with Joanie taking up the rear, carrying a couple of
shopping bags. She called over to me,
        "Make yourself useful and carry Sandy's bag up to the attic."
        After I threw Sandy's olive-green duffel in the far corner of
what I thought of as my room, I joined Sandy and Joanie downstairs.
They sat on a divan in the sitting room, Sandy hunched over, wringing
her hands, and Joanie leaning back casually with her arms extended
over the back of the sofa. Joanie said,
        "Sandy's dumped Junior. She called me this morning crying her
eyes out, poor thing. So I've invited her to stay here and try and
sort things out. You two can share the attic for now."
        I started to ask how we were supposed to share a room with one
bed, but Joanie put her finger over her lips, and I closed my mouth.
After a minute of silence she said,
        "You know, Sandy, Vickie's still a little miffed at you for
playing with her slutboy."
        Sandy shifted uncomfortably in her bellbottomed jeans. Her
ample breasts shifted in her tube top.
        "I feel just awful about that. I don't know what came over
me." I think she must have thought our little party had been an
aberration. "I'm mean it was really good, what happened, I mean, uh,
just not Vickie seeing us." She had no idea that after Vickie had
caught her tit-fucking my cock that Joanie, her daughter, and I had
gone upstairs and fucked and sucked the rest of the afternoon. Joanie
said,
        "Well, I think you owe her an apology, at least."
        "Yes, ma'am."
        "You know, I was planning a special dinner for Vickie tonight.
How would you two like to help?"
        "Sure!" I said with enthusiasm.
        "I guess so, but I'm a pretty lousy cook."
        Joanie turned to Sandy and said,
        "I was thinking more of service, for the both of you. You can
carry a dish, can't you."
        "Yes, ma'am."
        "Good. Let's go upstairs, there are a few details I'd like to
go over before I start cooking."
        "Me, too?" I asked.
        "Of course, my darling little pervert. You're one of the
details I need to work on."

        Joanie led us up to the attic room. She threw the shopping
bags she had brought in with her on my mattress. She told Sandy to
open them. Sandy bent over my bed and pulled out a pair of pink bikini
cut panties, sheer to transparency, and a black silk kimono, identical
to one Vickie owned. Joanie said,
        "No, not that bag, that's for slutboy."
        Sandy reached into the other bag and fished out an incoherent
tangle of leather straps and patches, studded with stainless steel
snaps. She looked at them, confused. Joanie stood with her arms
crossed over her tit shelf and said,
        "Those are your serving uniforms. I want you to strip down now
and we'll attend to some personal grooming before you put those on."
        I didn't take much coaxing. I peeled off my T-shirt and
cutoffs in five seconds flat. My dick, exposed to my Mommy Joanie,
stirred and became heavy, although not fully hard, not yet. Sandy sat
on my mattress, staring at the outfit she held and shaking her head.
Joanie said sharply,
        "Don't get shy on me, young lady, I've just saved your butt
from Junior, and I'm giving you an opportunity to make up with Vickie.
Just do it and get it over with."
        Sandy kicked off her rubber thongs. She pulled the tube-top
off her big soft breasts and lifted it over her head, cascading her
long straight surfer-girl hair through it. She stood side by side with
me,  unbuttoned her bellbottoms, bent at the knees, and shucked them
and her panties down her long pale legs and over her feet. She put her
arms to her sides, and we both presented ourselves to Joanie.
        Joanie looked at us for a moment, then approached us. She
faced Sandy and placed her hands on Sandy's shoulders. Joanie ran her
hands lightly down Sand's collarbone, meeting at her cleavage, then
moved them outwards over Sandy's melon breasts to her incredibly long
distended nipples. Sandy sucked her breath in sharply. Joanie didn't
linger, though. She moved her hands down Sandy's belly and lowered
herself to the floor. She held her hands in the attitude of prayer and
pushed them between Sandy's thighs, pushing them open, exposing
Sandy's sex. It was covered in fine blond hairs. Joanie moved her
hands back and forth on either side of Sandy's apricot shaped pussy,
and Sandy's knees bent slightly to accommodate Joanie's touch. Joanie
said,
        'Mmmm, Sandy, you're really built for sex. Your nipples and
clit are so yummy I can hardly stand it."
        I watched as Joanie spread Sandy's pussy and exposed her nasty
dangling clit. It protruded an inch from her open lips. The sight of
it made my dick dance and grow towards the ceiling. Joanie said,
        "Look, Honey, look at what your nasty big clitty does to the
slutboy. He wants to rub his little dickie all over yours.  Just look
at him."
        Sandy raised her oval face and turned her almond shaped blue
eyes to mine. We shared a look, remembering the last time our eyes
met, when I'd sucked a copious load of my boycum off her stiff long
nipples. She looked down to my prick, standing out from my pubic hair,
growing bigger with each heartbeat. Sandy said,
        "His dick gets so big."
        Joanie replied,
        "You make it big, Honey, your sex makes it big, don't forget
that."
        Joanie took her hands away from Sandy's sex, and Sandy's body
followed her touch, just a bit. Joanie cursorily stroked Sandy's legs,
and made a sour face. She said,
        "That won't do at all, you've got to shave your legs, Honey, I
can't have you serving my daughter with all that stubble."
        Sandy blushed a very appealing pink. Joanie looked over at my
dick standing at attention at her eye level and said,
        "Your too hairy for my taste, too. Well, let's go take care of
both of you."
        She took us down to the master bathroom, and sat Sandy on the
toilet. Joanie pulled off her white cotton peasant dress and kicked
her panties into the open laundry hamper. She sat me at Sandy's feet,
and instructed me to clean her legs with my mouth, starting with her
feet. She rummaged around in a cabinet under the lav while I started
my tongue bath. I sat back a bit from the full bodied eighteen year
old, as she raised her foot to me and pointed her toes. I loved
holding her heel gently in my hand while my tongue washed her arch,
sole and ankles in wide strokes. She curled all her toes but the big
toe, and I took it deeply into my mouth, twirling my tongue around and
around it. Sandy moved a hand into her lap and furtively frigged
herself.
        "Ah ah ah, none of that, Honey. I don't want you to get ahead
of us", Joanie rebuked as she got on her knees behind me.
        I felt her hands slathering something gooey on my balls, which
were hanging under my ass, vulnerable to her as I concentrated on
Sandy's delightful pink toes. My testicles felt strange, tingling as
Joanie kneaded them with some sort of liniment. They grew warmer with
her touch, then hot, then excruciating. My balls were on fire, heavy
and full. Joanie reached beneath me and jerked a handful of grease on
my cock, which slowly began to burn . My sucking and toe worship
became fevered as well. The bathroom filled with a menthol aroma and
Sandy and my moans.
        I scratched the soft wrinkled sole of Sandy's foot with my
front teeth and she wiggled her ass on the toilet seat. Her legs were
spread, and as I laved her feet I stared agog at her nasty erect
clitoris, which had joined my blazing teendick in throbbing and
twitching.
        Joanie moved beside me, and with an aerosol can sprayed the
leg I wasn't attending with shaving cream. She said,
        "Honey, put your foot in slutboy's lap, that's it."
        And she covered that leg in foam. She handed me a disposable
razor and said,
        "Ok, hotshot, I want you to make her as smooth as a baby, and
you'd better not knick her, I want her perfect for Vickie."
        Sandra's beautiful pale white foot rested on my pulsing penis.
The unguent that Joanie had rubbed on my cock and balls steamed and
Sandy's toes, cool and wet from my saliva, felt heaven sent.
        I started a tentative pass with the razor near Sandy's ankle.
Joanie was behind me again, and as I carefully scraped the shaving
soap off Sandy's leg, I felt one of Joanie's fingers teasing my
butthole. I undulated between the weight of Sandy's toes wrapping
around my cock head and Joanie's exquisite probing of my ass. I moved
up and down between the two, splaying Sandy's toes with my pecker, and
impaling myself on Joanie's finger. Too late! I felt the burn
spreading from my anal ring, up to where Joanie was  tickling my
rectal walls. I was trapped  between the delicious foot in my lap and
the mentholated finger Joanie diddled inside my asshole. Tears dripped
down the sides of my eyes.
        I kept shaving, cautiously overlapping each pass so I missed
no hairs on Sandy's long lean shins and thighs. Sandy turned her foot
outward and I rubbed a dollop of foam on her inner thigh, up to her
crotch. I leaned forward, to work more closely, and I smelled her
cunt, like wild mushrooms and trout. She held my prick hostage in the
firm clamp of her toes as I placed the razor against her pussy and
drew it back to me in delicate movements.
        When I finished with that leg, I sat back, and Sandy switched
to the other. Joanie kept up her frigging of my glowing butt,
accelerating and decelerating her rhythm, keeping me on the edge
without bringing me to climax. When that leg was finally done Joanie
said.
        " Go sit over there for a minute, slutboy, I want to finish
Honey myself."
        I sat on the edge of the tub and watched as Joanie knelt in
front of Sandy. Grabbing Sandy's thighs, Joanie positioned her closer
to the edge of the toilet seat. With a squirt of the aerosol can,
Joanie covered Sandy's pussy with foam. She massaged the foam into her
pubic hair with two fingers. Sandy gritted her teeth and said,
        "Ow, that burns a little!"
        "Quiet up there", Joanie snapped, and with a couple of quick
flicks of the razor, she had denuded Sandy's pussy of its wispy blond
hair. Sandy's pointy clit seemed to stand even farther out from her
sex now that the surrounding cover of hair was gone. Joanie dipped her
mouth down and caught the freakish imitation of a penis between her
lips. Sandy cried out and raised one of her legs to allow Joanie clear
access to her sex. I hissed my breath in and out through my teeth.
Joanie always had a way of cranking me up.
        Joanie said,
        "Lie right there, slutboy, its your turn." She pointed to the
fuzzy blue bath mat. I lay down on my back, anxiously anticipating my
shaving. "Sandy, get down here, I'm going to need your help with this
little pervert, he's just covered in fur." I did have a little puff of
chest hair and a fairly thick blond thatch of pubic hair for a fifteen
year old. I waited in happy anticipation for the women to shave me.
        Joanie sprayed shaving cream on both my legs, around my stiff
purple dick, and then up my belly to my navel. She handed Sandy the
razor, then walked up to my head. She told Sandy to get started, with
the same warning she had given me to take care. Joanie placed a tanned
narrow foot on either side of my head. Then she crouched over my face,
eclipsing the bathroom light with her ass. She ran a shaving cream
covered hand over my chest hairs as she tantalized my face with
grazing sweeps of her own thick pussy bush. She tweaked and twisted my
nipples and lowered herself on my mouth. She said,
        "Oooooh, slutboy, come on and eat Mommy's cunt. Stick out your
filthy tongue and make Mommy feel better."
        She ground her cunt into my mouth and nose, leaving a trail of
lubricating fluids as she spread herself on my face. And her taste.
Her sex tasted sweet, like earth, lemon, and brown sugar, not some
artificially flavored douche, but her own natural juice and skin
combined, intoxicating and addicting. I couldn't get enough, pivoting
my head up and down, my tongue absurdly extended, trying to gather
every drop of her into my mouth and down my throat. Her glistening
black pubic hedge rubbed unmercifully on my cheeks and chin. She
thrust her hips forward a little and let my tongue play on the brown
rose of her asshole. I adored her anus, tickling it with my tongue in
a point, then, with my tongue flattened to a broad plane, I lavished
Joanie's butthole with worship. She pushed against me and my tongue
entered her royal rectum. I was overcome with the nasty shame of it,
as I always was. I  fucked her asshole forcefully with my mouth,
pushing my tongue along her delicious shit channel. She rewarded me by
mixing her butt-honey with my saliva. A string of her golden rectal
mucus connected her asshole and my tongue-tip as she shifted her cunt
back over my feverishly working mouth.   Sandy shaved the fuzz off my
legs. Joanie clasped the head of my straining boy boner by her tapered
fingertips and held it up straight. She said,
        "Go on, Honey, shave those ickey hairs off slutboy's dickie."
        I continued to lavish my girlfriend's mom's dripping cunt with
kisses. I sucked her fat ragged lips into my mouth and rippled my
tongue-tip over them. I pulled my head back and stretched her full
pink lips away from her crotch, letting  them nearly escape the pinch
of my lips, then quickly sucked them back into my mouth. I repeated
this, over and over. Joanie growled, and said,
        "Yeeesssss."
        Sandy worked carefully around my dick, scraping the foam away
with a soft scritching sound. Joanie said,
        "Lift your legs, my bald little slutdick, and let Honey shave
your balls."
        I brought my knees to my chest, and Joanie grabbed them with
her hands. I felt Sandy delicately shave the tender sacks of my ball.
When she was done, I felt her rub suds down my perineum, down to my
asshole, still glowing from the hot grease Joanie had used on me
earlier. She denuded that sensitive area of hair at the same moment
that Joanie came.
        "Jeeeeesus, holy Keeerist!!!"
        Joanie sat with her entire weight on my face, crushing me. She
smashed her cunt into my mouth, forcing my tongue into her rippled
pussy tunnel. I wagged my tongue, delighting in the monkey grip her
cunt had on it. She shook violently, forcing my tongue even farther up
her snatch.
        She fell back, sitting flat-butted on the bathroom tiles..
        She stood up at last, put her hands on her hips and said,
        "I've got to go down and start dinner. Whew. You two had
better shower and rest a little. You have a long night ahead of you. I
want you in your service uniforms when you come down. Inspection's in
two hours." She held up two fingers in the V sign.
"Do you understand?"
        Sandy said, "Yes, ma'am", at the same time I chirped, "Yes,
Mommy."
        Joanie smiled at us and answered, "Good." She turned and
closed the door behind her.
        We sat on the bathroom floor, our knees drawn up, staring at
our pink naked flesh. Sandy put out a tentative hand and brushed my
calf.
        "Wow", she said.
        We scooted closer to one another, and ran our hands over each
other's legs. We were both pink, and a little raw looking where the
razor had taken our hair. Sandy brought her hands together at my
groin, and rubbed my balls. I groaned,
        "Ahh, Sandy, that feels so good."
        I reciprocated, cupping my palm against her bald pussy. It
felt hot, and looked angry, blotched with red. Sandy wiggled her hips
as I moved my hand up and down her wet bare pussy. She seized my
wrists in her hands, and falling backwards, rolled me to my knees, so
I kneeled in front of her. She said,
        "Fuck me, Bobby, I can't stand it."
        We looked down at my knobby boydick, protruding from my
hairless groin. It looked and felt twice its normal size. Sandy lay
with her knees up to her shoulders, offering her succulent pussy, with
its obscenely distended clitoris, to me. I was seized by conflicting
emotions. Joanie had awakened in me the strong desire to serve women,
to wait passively while they took pleasure from me. Now, here was a
beautiful eighteen year old woman, begging me to fuck her, me, a
fifteen year old wormboy, whom she would have laughed at or ignored a
few weeks ago. I tightened the muscles in my ass and bounced my purple
dick head on her thin-lipped pussy. I loved the power I felt. I had
nearly squirted while Joanie rode my face and Sandy shaved my balls.
Now I felt I could last forever. I said,
        "Ask me again", and I dribbled my wand again by flexing my
asshole, so my inflated dick head made contact with Sandy's clit. She
tightened her grip on my forearms, rolled her eyes and sighed,
        "Don't play games with me, Bobby, just fuck me before I go out
of my mind."
        She regarded me with a tender look as I gazed down at our
bodies, our blond bodies, so similar in color and texture,  scraped
raw, our sexes bumping against each other, and  I thought, "We could
be little brother and big sister." I lost the urge to tease Sandy
further. I  wanted to satisfy the itch that Joanie had summoned  in
both of us. I took the base of my veiny, knobby cock and split her
thin pink cuntlips with the fat bloated head of my purple pecker. I
leaned forward, gliding into her, immediately triggering her cum. I
rocked my hips back, my dick flopping out of her, right on top of her
stiff clit. I pushed forward again and pushed the underside of my
boyprick along her raw lips and clit, which was peeking expectantly
out of her peach. I alternated between deep thrusts into her and
dragging my cock over the exterior of her shaved sensitive pussy. She
gritted her teeth and sprayed me with spittle as she tried to contain
and control the raging orgasm that wracked her writhing eighteen year
old body.
        I felt my own cum approaching like a freight train. I jammed
into Sandy, until my bald pubic bone collided with her nasty
sex-digit, her singular clitoris. I swiveled my hips, my boner tossing
and turning inside her. I was almost shouting,
        Ohhohohoho!!!
        I pulled out of Sandy's cunt, and pointed my dick at her
vagina. I came then; a hosing, on her pussy in three thick spurts, and
then four more contractions spilled my boycum on her raw reddened
thighs. Sandy held her knees to her chest, rocking back and forth on
her spine, moaning. My jizz covered her sex and inner thighs like
glaze on a donut.
        "oooooooooo."
        We both let out deep sighs, untensing, satisfied.
        She relaxed her legs, and pushed her straight blond hair back
into its center part above her broad forehead. She smiled at me and
said.
        "I'm gonna like bunkin' with you, little brother."
        She had read my mind! I grinned ecstatically back at her.
She scratched an ankle and said,
        "You don't mind, uh, cleaning me off,  like you did before?"
        I didn't say anything, just thanked my lucky star to live in
Joanie's house, where a fifteen year old boy could find himself in
service to three beautiful women. I thought of Joanie, the game's
Mistress, keeping everybody spinning like those acrobats on Ed
Sullivan kept plates balanced on the top of bamboo sticks. I buried my
face in Sandy's jizz-drenched thighs. My cum was thick that afternoon,
and I sucked it greedily into my mouth. She wrapped her legs around my
head, and when I licked her more sensitive parts, she squeezed my ears
until they rang. I sucked and swallowed. To make sure I didn't miss
any of my abundant milky boy-spunk, Sandy got up on her knees, and I
tormented her star-shaped dusky rosebud of an asshole, and at her
suggestion, reamed her until she came again. Every woman a different
taste, and they all made me hard as stone. I wanted to spend the rest
of my life wth my tongue up a woman's asshole. I wanted to spend the
rest of my life a filthy, nasty buttslut.
        We showered together, gingerly running our soapy hands over
each other's now smooth privates. Although my penis raged stiff again,
partially from her touch, partially from the lust triggered by the
fleeting taste of her butthole, we  knew we had to save ourselves for
the rigorous evening that Joanie had promised us.
        We went upstairs and took a nap on my mattress, our bald
bodies snuggled together.


PINK AND RED PANTIES


        "Wake up, wake up, you sleepy-heads, get up, get up, get out
of bed..."
        I opened my eyes and looked up at Joanie, standing over me
with her hands on her hips. She wore a navy blue knit dress that
flowed to mid-thigh and an apron that read "Kiss the Cook". I rubbed
my eyes and sensed Sandy stirring behind me. Vickie entered the attic
room where we were sleeping, and joined her mother. She was dressed
up, in a short basic back dress and a string of pearls, classic. Her
legs were clad in sheer black nylons, authentic ones, with seams
running up the back her legs. Her outfit was set off by wicked high
heeled pumps, ruby red, in dramatic contrast to the rest of her ebony
ensemble. Although she wore only a trace of lipstick, her face glowed
with health, cheeks blushed pink, chestnut hair and blue eyes shining.
She was gorgeous, fifteen years old, and I couldn't help think that I
helped her realize her beauty, had helped her find the confidence that
shone from her face like a beacon.
        "Hi, Bobby, hi, Sandy."
        Sandy lay with my sheet up to her chin, anxiously watching
Vickie and her mother. Joanie had planted the seed of fear in Sandy
earlier, when she had informed her that Vickie was angry at her for
tit-fucking me. Sandy cautiously said,
        "Hi, Vickie."
        Joanie hooked the top of the sheet covering Sandy and I and
kicked it off our naked bodies. We were pink, naked, and as devoid of
body hair as an egg. Vickie crouched down at my side and softly
caressed my chest. She said,
        "Oh, Mommy, he's so smooth. It's soo sexy!"
        She moved slid her fingertips down my belly, over my inert
cock, and down between my legs. I felt electrified. Her cool touch on
my tender body was like praise from a goddess. She looked up at her
mother.
        " Can you do this to me, I want to be just like him."
        "Suit yourself, Vickie. You can always have Bobbyboy do you.
He's pretty good with a razor, just look at Sandy."
        Vickie did look at Sandy, with a long, dark stare. Sandy
covered her hairless triangle with her pale hands, but Vickie reached
over me and lifted them out of the way. She scrubbed Sandy's pubic
mound harshly with her knuckles. Sandy bit her lower lip. Vickie
dipped her hand between Sandy's legs and pinched her pussylips curtly.
She said,
        "Yes. Bobby, I think I want you to do me like Sandy."
        "There's plenty of time for that later. Enough chit chat,
children, time to rise and shine" Joanie said cheerfully, clapping her
hands.
        I got up, and stood between Joanie and her daughter. Joanie
walked to my straight backed wooden chair and retrieved the articles
of clothing I'd draped there before my nap. She dangled the pair of
pale pink panties on her index finger.
        "Slip these on, slutboy."
        I took them from her and stepped into them. I straightened up.
Vickie turned me around so that I faced her. The panties were cut high
up my legs, and the slim strip of nylon between my legs rode up my ass
crack, fanning out to a V at the waist band. My genitals looked
ridiculous, bunched in the crotch of the ultra-feminine lingerie. My
girlfriend cupped my sex, absurdly bulging the front panel of the
bikini cut panties, in her hand.
        "You look silly", she said finally. I flushed pink, and felt a
tug in my loins.
        Joanie handed me the black silk kimono she'd brought home
earlier. I slipped it on. It barely covered the bare cheeks of my
butt. Joanie tied the sash around my waist and said,
        "Why don't you take little Bobby downstairs and get him
started. I'll be down when I'm finished dressing Sandy."
        Joanie was lowering herself on  the bed next to Sandy, holding
the confusing pile of leather straps, when Vickie and I left the
attic. Vickie's high-heels beat a sharp tattoo on the wooden steps of
the servant's stairway. I followed, in my short little kimono and bare
feet. I relished the idea of serving Vickie and Joanie dinner, like
their personal slaveboy.
        Once in the kitchen, Vickie showed me to a silver serving
tray. She said,
        "Go in the pantry and get that open bottle of Chateau Neuf du
Pape and three stems, please. Then join us out by the pool."
        This seemed mysterious, who was us? Joanie was upstairs with
Sandy, and I assumed that Vickie and I were alone downstairs. The wine
stood on the pantry counter, uncorked and airing. I opened the cabinet
and pulled down three crystal wine glasses.
        I walked out the sliding glass door to the pool carrying the
tray with the wine. I was temporarily blinded by the low late
afternoon sun. Vickie's voice cried out.
        "Over here, Bobby."
        When my eyes adjusted  I saw Vickie standing next to another
woman who sat in one of the reclining chairs. I padded over to them.
Vickie said,
        "Bobby, this Nora Handly. She went to college with Mom, and is
in town for business. She's our dinner guest
tonight."
        My head reeled. I stood in front of this strange woman in my
skimpy robe and shaved legs. I couldn't have felt more naked and
exposed. Not just my body, but my perversion was on display. I
stammered hello. Nora Handly was an impressive woman. I could not
gauge how tall she was as she sat facing the setting sun, but I could
tell she was magnificent. She wore a light blue long shirt dress, with
a wide loose cut that emphasized her broad shoulders, unbuttoned from
the bottom to mid-thigh. She was sunning her long calves and thighs,
which were tanned golden. She had her legs crossed and she bobbed her
lower leg as she stared at me. I ogled her sinewy ankles and died a
small death when I saw her feet. Perfectly proportioned, they were
encased in small golden sandals, her long toes somewhat square, her
nails expertly pedicured a rich warm red. She wore sunglasses and
lipstick in a matching shade. I was dazzled! She was golden and
scarlet, radiant, and I felt my snake stir in its nylon prison as I
looked once more at her muscular calves. She spoke in a rich
contralto,
        "So, this is the boy Joan has been raving about. He's very
handsome, Vickie, and you look so happy! The last time I was here you
had a long face the entire time I was here."
        I managed to ask Nora in a squeaky voice if she cared for some
wine . I served her a glass, and watched as her bottom lip left its
red print on the rim of it. Vickie told me to place the serving tray
on the small table next to Nora.
        Vickie came next to me and said,
        "Yes, Bobby is wonderful, and we're so happy."
        As if to display how happy we indeed were, Vickie turned me to
her, with my back to Nora, and planted a deep kiss on my lips. I
closed my eyes and place my arms around her waist. She jammed her
tongue in my mouth and moved it like an oiled snake.
I joined the dance, intensely aware of the sexy stranger behind me.
Vickie raised her black nylon covered knee against me and rubbed a
thigh against my crotch. I was sporting a stiff prick now, which rose
upwards in the thin panties, thwarted for the time being by the strong
elastic waistband. Vickie brought her hands down my back and slowly
tugged the kimono up off my cheeks. I heard Nora gasp when she must
have seen the diaphanous pink panties that were pulled tight into my
crack. Vickie gently caressed my cheeks, still frenching me, and then
took hold of the waistband of my panties and pulled them even higher.
        She spun me around, facing our guest, who sat inscrutably
watching our display, and stuck her hands under my kimono, massaging
my pole through the thin pantie material. She split the opening of the
robe so I was exposed to Nora's gaze, and took the base of my cock
between two fingers. Vickie encircled my dick through the maddening
transparent panties and kneaded me upwards. As she reached the head,
growing taut and purple, the waistband gave and I popped out of the
top. The ribbed elastic abraded the ridge of skin beneath the exposed
crown of my cock. Vickie tickled my peehole with the nail of her index
finger.
        "Bravo!" , said Nora.
        "Nora!", Joanie sing-songed from behind me.
        Joanie came clicking out in low heeled open toed sandals. She
walked up to Nora, ignoring her daughter and I. Nora stood, six feet
two inches, and she bent down and gave Joanie a frank open mouthed
kiss. Joanie exclaimed,
        "Baby! Its been too long, you know that?"
        "Well, you know how I felt about Jim. When I heard he'd split
the coop, this fox headed straight for her favorite chicken."
        They laughed uproariously, holding each others arms. Joanie
glance over at me, my dick poking out of the shameful undies, and
said,
        "What have you two been up to?"  To Nora she remarked, "Kids,
you let 'em out of your sight for five minutes and they go at it like
there's no tomorrow."
        She sauntered over to us, holding Nora's hand. She didn't stop
until she was right in front of me. She raised her dress above her hip
with her free hand. She was naked, her tan line white around the rich
bright black of her bush. She cocked her hip and
hooked my butt with her thigh. She ground her pussy against my prick,
trapped by her daughter's hand and the tormenting waistband of the
bikini panties. Her wiry pubic hair played hell with my exposed
helmet. She hissed into my ear,
        "Have you been properly introduced to our guest?"
        I stood, sandwiched between my girlfriend and her mother,
dizzy with shame and lust. I said,
        "No Mommy."
        Joanie took a half step back, and brought  her hand, still
entwined with Nora's, to the length of my pounding boycock. Joanie
positioned Nora's hand above Vickie's, surrounding me through the
panties, then began drawing her fingernails back and forth around my
sensitive dickhead. She said,
        "Nora, I'd like to introduce you to our slutboy."
        Nora explored the veiny surfaces of my dick tube with her ruby
red fingernails. She said in a deep whisper,
        "So very pleased to make your acquaintance, slutboy, its been
a long time since I've felt a boy's cock get so hard. I hope you
appreciate how lucky you are. Mmm, your dick's like a piece of stone,
how do you keep from cumming, hmm, little slutboy. Three beautiful
women, three, no, six hands on your young meat, are you excited, I am,
I'm getting so wet my panties are a mess, my panties are soaked from
jacking your slutboy penis."
        She was driving me nuts with her filthy talk. The women stood
around me, all three of them lightly stroking me with both their
hands. Nora unbuttoned more of her dress, to her navel, and displayed
herself to me. She was bronze and carmine, her belly slightly round, a
faint line of copper hair descending from her belly button to the top
of her lacy red panties. She was so tall that her crotch was on level
with the tip of my standing cock, and she splayed her legs so her
inner thighs flashed golden at my dick.
        "Mommy tells me you like to cum for her, is that right? She
tells me sometimes Vickie makes you fuck her all night long without a
cum, that must make your babyballs turn blue, well, Aunt Nora want you
to cum, right now, all over her big legs. Do you like my legs,
slutboy? Imagine how they'll feel, wrapped around your head. Think
about my big pussy swallowing your little sex thing, does that make
you hot?"
        Joanie and Vickie jacked me off in long regular motions,
coordinating their strokes. I was standing on tiptoes, my mouth agape,
watching as Nora moved forward and ground her panty covered crotch on
the upper half of my cock. Joanie pulled the waistband of my sheer
pink panties down, catching it under my balls, springing me free and
Nora pressed harder, rolling me back and forth against the rough lace
of her scarlet panties. Vickie pulled my balls from behind, and I felt
like these women were going to tear me in three different directions.
My cum started from my ass, moving up, up and forward, churning. I
throbbed in Joanie and Vickie's hand and they aimed me at Nora's lacy
pussy. I sprayed her violently with seed, making animal noises I
couldn't even hear. Vickie squeezed my nuts in time to my spasms, and
Joanie made her fingers into a tight ring, jacking me furiously as I
pumped a lifetime's worth of semen on the fabric covering Nora's sex.
Nora said,
        "Cover me, cover me in cum, slutboy, mm baby."
        She massaged my boycum around the frilled edges of the leg
openings of her red panties with both hands. Joanie said,
        "Nice lingerie, Nora. But you're really gonna love this."
        She took Nora's hand and my dick and led us both to the
reclining chair. She said,
        "Sit back and relax, babe, slutboy loves to clean up, don't
you, you disgusting little pervert?"
        "Yes, Mommy, I'd love to clean up Aunt Nora."
        I sat cross-legged on the cement patio. It was twilight, and
Nora took off her sunglasses, setting them on the service tray. She
peered at me with almond shaped eyes. They were yellow, like a cat.
She opened her giant thighs and pushed me into her with the heels of
her feet. I felt someone next to me. It was Vickie. She said,
        "I want to taste you, Bobby, I want to share your cum."
        Nora moved one enormous calf  off my shoulder and enclosed
both of us in her warmth. We fell on her like wolves.
She raised her legs in the air and Vickie and I slathered her inner
thighs, sucking  up all the jizz I had deposited there. Vickie pulled
at Nora's panties with her teeth, stretching them away from the
spacious gap of her crotch. I buried my face in the crook of her
thigh, sucking the lambent goosebumped skin. Vickie's tongue and mine
met and danced. She pulled the wet red panty crotch to one side, and
we maintained our duel, now including Nora's the thick lipped pussy.
We alternated flicking trips up and down the older woman's amazing
lubricant-slicked sex box. Nora had been right, she had soaked her
panties, she was oozing cunt juice in a steady wash on our muzzles and
chins. Nora clutched her thighs and suddenly her box opened. She gaped
at us with open wide cunt. We set back to work, Vickie inserting a
hard skinny teen-tongue into Nora's slippery hole, fucking her in
short rapid jabs, while I sucked her clit, enormous like everything
else about her, into my mouth, and ululated my tongue against it. It
was as long as Sandy's peculiar appendage, but fat, with a wrinkled
knot of skin at the end. Its resemblance to a tiny dick thrilled me
with transgressive images, Nora fucking my ass with her fat long clit,
Nora's clit gliding in and out of my fifteen year old girlfriend. I
made love to Nora's nasty dick of a clitoris, throwing myself into the
role. I  opened my mouth wide and tried to reach the back of my throat
with the golden forty year old giantess' finger-thick clit, washing it
in my saliva. But Nora was all-woman. She grabbed my head with her
strong fingers, jamming me up and down on her. She had achieved an
impressive erection, her engorged oysterhead impaling my mouth. I ran
my tongue in rings around it. Nora growled deep in her throat. I
looked down and glimpsed Vickie vigorously bumping her head into
Nora's wide open gash, the lips flapping, fucking her cunt with her
tongue fully extending. Nora came, nearly crushing my head in her
grasp, thankfully sparing us the strength of her thigh muscles by
raising, not closing, her legs. I snapped Nora's clit back to her, and
Vickie and I frenched, sharing the amazing flavor of Joanie's mature
college buddy's copious, rich, cunt liquor.
        Joanie called to us from the kitchen,
        "Time to eat, dinner's ready!"

VICKIE'S MOM CHAPTER 6
THE DINNER

        Vickie led me by the hand to the service porch and scrubbed my
chin clean of Nora's musky sex nectar with a soapy wash cloth. After
doing the same to herself, she instructed me to give my cock a spit
bath, and to get into the kitchen and start serving dinner. I stepped
out of my transparent pink panties, placing them carefully on top of
the dryer while I rinsed the cum off my tingling teendick.
        I donned my girlie lingerie and stuffed my genitals into them
as best I could. The friction of the sheer nylon on my ultra sensitive
cock-head summoned an incipient boner. This was going to be a long
night, just as Joanie had said. I closed the black kimono, tied it
tightly, because the sight of my willie in their pink prison just
served to excite and distract me. I padded into the kitchen in my bare
feet.
        There were a series of silver serving trays, covered with high
domed silver covers, sitting on the counter island in the middle of
the kitchen. Each tray sat on sheet of yellow legal paper, which were
numbered. The first tray's instruction note read,
        "Slutboy,
        Simply bring these trays to the dining room in the order in
        which they are numbered. I will tell you when it is time to
serve them.
        Mommy."
        I slid my hands under the first tray, took a deep breath, and
entered the diningroom.
        The dining room glowed in the amber light of at least one
hundred black tapers, set in heavy silver holders, candelabras,
earthenware animals, simple china plates, empty wine bottles. The
dining room table held an ornate candelabra which held a dozen
flickering ebony tapers. The three women, Vickie, her mother Joanie,
and their guest Nora, sat conversing at one end of the long oak table.
Although Joanie gave a nod to indicate she had noticed my entrance,
the rest ignored me as I attempted to glide gracefully to the
sideboard with my servitor.
        I lifted the dome off my tray. Three small plates of cold Thai
chicken, shredded, laced with chili peppers and lemon grass.
I took the tray and served the ladies, beginning with Nora, our guest,
and working around the table, next Joanie, at the head of the table,
and then Vickie.
        With little ado they picked up their forks and ate. They gave
no indication that moments before they were ravaging a teenage boy out
on the patio, every hair, button, demeanor was in place. Nora, in
whose lap I had licked the combined juices of high licentious
consequence not fifteen minutes before, took demure bites from the end
of her fork into lips colored a rich red from recently reapplied
lipstick. She exclaimed to Joanie,
        "This is superb! Joanie, so simple, yet so complex."
        Joanie smiled, her face a set piece of happiness and
satisfaction. She looked to her daughter, beaming. Vickie glowed, her
hair pulled of her high forehead in a compact chignon, her turquoise
eyes flashing. Joanie answered her friend,
        "The best things are just that, complex and simple."
        All three then contributed to a philosophical discourse on
flavor, taste and life. I stood to the side, in my black kimono and
thin pink panties, aware of a tickling breeze like phantom
feather-tips passing through and around my hairless, shaved legs. I
felt superfluous, watching my three goddesses at their table.
        Presently, they completed the appetizer, and Joanie made a
subtle motion of her hand to me. I cleared the empty plates and soiled
silverware, and took them to the kitchen. I placed the first tray at
the end of the line of covered serving trays on the counter, picked up
number two, and reentered the diningroom.
        The second tray was nearly weightless. I wondered if it held
any food at all. Again I strode to the sideboard. I lifted the high
dome of the tray's cover. One bone china plate sat in the center of
the tray. On it were a handful of wooden clothespins. perhaps a dozen
in all. I looked at Joanie, puzzled, and she signaled to me to bring
the tray to the table. She announced to the other diners,
        "More appetizers!"
        I went round the table to Nora, who sat, hands in her lap,
following me with her amber cat-eyes. I stopped to her left, between
her and Joanie, and held the tray out to her. I had no idea why I was
serving rather funky looking clothespins to our guest on a silver
tray. Nora took the tray, with its curious load, from me and placed it
on the table in front of her. She gracefully shifted her chair so she
faced me. She took the sash of my black silk kimono in her incredibly
long fingers and untied it. I felt Joanie pulling the robe off my
shoulders. It fell to the floor in a wish. Nora raised both hands and
brushed her fingernails in a spiral over my hairless nipples,
stiffening them and summoning gooseflesh to my forearms. She said,
        "Ah, Joanie, you remembered. Vickie, this is a game your
mother and I used to play in the dorm at Sarah Lawrence. We loved to
take turns, didn't we Kitten?"
        "We certainly did, sugar. Took the chill out of those long
winter nights."
        Vickie watched enraptured as Nora's light touch evolved into
pinches and long pulls at my adolescent nips. She rolled my nipples
between her sun goldened fingers, sending warm pleasure signals to my
brain and groin. My cock, dormant in the sheer sexy lingerie,
leisurely unfurled. Nora picked up a clothespin, opened its alligator
jaw, and brought it to my left nipple, which she held stretched from
my chest with her other hand. She closed the tiny clamp on my puckered
nipple. Ohhh. The warmth transformed into heat. Nora stroked the pin,
pulling it and by extension, my nipple away from my body. She let it
snap back. She said,
        "Vickie, would you like to try one?"
        Vickie was watching, rapt, from the other side of the table.
She said,
        "Oh, yes, please."
        I walked around the table until I stood at Vickie's chair.
Nora pushed the tray to her. Vickie put her hands on my hips and
pulled me to her, my nylon encased boy cock pressed between her
breasts, her legs open and her black nylon stockinged calves caressing
the back of my calves. She turned her head up and stuck her pointy
tongue out. She tantalized my unpinned nipple, then nipped it with her
sharp teeth. She sucked it, leaving her lip print on the shaved skin
around it in plum lipstick. When she seemed satisfied with the state
of arousal she had awakened in my boytit, she took an open clothes pin
and trapped my excited nipple in it. She stared up at my chest. She
stuck her tongue out yet again, and bounced the one of the clothes
pins up and down with it. My breath sucked in with a rush. It took all
of my control not to rut wildly against my girlfriend's compact
girlish breasts. Behind me, Joanie said,
        "My turn."
        Vickie spun me slowly around so I faced her mother. Joanie
brushed the ends of my titclamps with her fingers, then lazily
meandered down to the waistband of my pink sheer panties.
She imitated the outline of my cock, sliding her hand downward. She
cupped my testicles, then took a pinch of loose skin through the thin
nylon. She applied a clothespin to the skin of my nutsack.
A small gasp involuntarily escaped my mouth, simultaneous with gasps
form Nora and Vickie, who watched Joanie vexing the ball clamp with
burning eyes. Joanie quickly added three more clothespins to my balls,
then said,
        "I'd forgotten how much fun this is, Nora. I think its your
turn again."
        I walked cautiously back to Nora. Every step caused the
clothespins clamped on my nipples and balls to jiggle, shooting
lightspeed bolts of pain and pleasure through my nervous system.
Again I stood facing Nora, with Joanie behind. Nora leaned forward,
and her amber eyes locked on mine. She cocked her head to the side and
surrounded my boydick with her scarlet lips. She worked her head back
and forth, soaking my panties with her spit, sucking powerfully on the
length of my rod. I felt Joanie massaging my ass cheeks, then reach
around me. Joanie pulled the waistband of my panties so my cock stood
halfway exposed and held snugly against my groin by the strong
elastic.
        Nora, our eyes still plumbing our mutual desire, moved her
mouth up, and engulfed my dick head. She sucked, and butterflied the
ridge of skin connecting the underside of my penis column with its
head. I began to seep precum, and Nora raised her head off me, then
pressed her tonguetip emphatically onto my peehole, forcing it open,
forcefully washing the tender skin. Then she reclined back in her
chair and picked up a clothespin. She opened it and placed it right
beneath the thin sensitive membrane of skin below the helmet of my
teenage cock. She pushed it into my boner and slowly closed it,
gathering a flap of skin. She let go of the wooden clothespin and let
it dangle from my rampant cock. Tear gathered in the corners of my
eyes. I trembled slightly. Joanie turned me around so they could all
admire the wooden pins hanging from my flesh.
        Vickie said,
        "Oh, Mommy, that is sooo hot."
        "Mmm, yes it is. I think this is a game you might enjoy
playing with that slut Sandy."
        Vickie grinned evilly. Nora asked,
        "Where is this Sandy I've heard so much about? I can't wait to
meet her."
        Joanie said,
        "Oh, she'll be down later, for dessert."
        She rubbed my ass in broad circles, setting all my pins in
motion. A thin sheet of sweat broke out on my forehead. She slapped my
buttocks sharply and said,
        "I think we're ready for the next course, Bobby. Take the tray
from the table and set it on the sideboard for now."
        I walked as carefully as I could into the kitchen. Any sudden
movement would cause the pins to shake and send excruciating jolts of
pain throughout my body. I inadvertently brushed one the clothespins
on my balls against the diningroom doorjamb, and instantly regretted
it. Shit, I couldn't stand it. Somehow I made it to the kitchen,
picked up the third tray, and returned to my mistresses.
        I crept to the sideboard, and lifted the domed cover of the
servitor. There were three bone china bowls, one filled with tabouli,
on with babaganouche, and one with humous. There was a side plate that
held triangles of pita and a small carafe of dark green olive oil. I
carried the tray to the long oak table and distributed the bowls in
the center of it, taking care to place the delicacies so all three
women could reach them with their pita slices. I then retreated,
walking backwards, to a corner. I stood there attempting to be stoic
while lightening bolts of sensation pulsed from my nipples, my testes
and the horrible clamp on the skin just below the head of my boydick.
        Nora was speaking,
        "Next Tuesday  I'm off to Paris, through London of course, and
then on Saturday its back to Milan. Although its beastly hot there
this time of year. And all the Italians leave. But, its quiet then,
and I can get a lot of work under my belt in time for fall."
        Vickie said,
        "I'd love to visit. Mommy, do you think I could travel next
year?'
        "If your grades stay as constant as last year its a shoe-in,
baby."
        Nora shifted the conversation slightly,
        "That would be lovely, Joanie, I can think of no one I'd
rather have as company. Which reminds me, I wanted to ask you if I
could borrow your Bobby for a few days. The hotel service is so skimpy
and off the cuff, I really would appreciate the attention of my own
body slave. If you think you could spare him, of course."
        I pricked up my ears. Days alone with the lovely giant Nora, I
couldn't begin to fully explore the possibilities. She had lit a torch
in me outside by the pool when she had held her dress open for me,
exhorting me to spray a load of my boyseed on her gorgeous glowing
thighs. I prayed my girlfriend would accede. She did not answer
directly, caroming the query with a query of her own about youth
hostels in Italy and France. Nothing more was said of Nora's request.
The women devoured the plates of food in front of them, smacking their
lips and sucking their fingers. At last Joanie beckoned me to clear
their mess.
        I repeated the procedure of  placing the dirty dishes on my
empty tray, carrying that tray into the kitchen and picking up the
next tray in the series that Joanie had laid out. The fourth tray,
like the second, felt too light to contain food. I walked more easily,
the skin pinched by the clothespin had gone numb, and no longer
hampered my movements.
        When I sat the tray on the side board, and lifted the high
dome of the servitor's cover, I was confronted by a single bone china
plate, on which lay a length of brown rubber surgical tubing and a dog
collar, complete with a black leather leash. Joanie said,
        "Bring those to Vickie, slutboy, you're hers now, and by these
we shall know you."
        I presented the tray to my girlfriend, and when she took hold
of the leash and tubing, she told me to put the empty tray back on the
sideboard and return to her. I did as she said, and stood in front of
her, arms to my side, looking down at her beautiful face. She looked
in my eyes, then lowered her gaze to my tits. She plucked both
clothespins off my nipples with a quick tug. I jumped, and she barked
at me,
        "Stand still, slutboy!"
        I froze. This was the first time she had called me her
slutboy, and I exulted. Vickie had always called me by my name, or
used other conventional terms of affection. Now she had named me her
slutboy, and I truly belonged to her. She rubbed my nipples, which
retained the distorted shape conferred by the pins, with her
fingertips, massaging the blood back into them, and reawakening the
deep feelings of pleasure and agony. She pulled the rest of the clamps
off in the order they were attached to me, leaving the last one on the
throbbing end of my cock. She held the final clothespin in her right
hand, smiled up at me, and jerked her arm back. My dick tried to
follow, held by the wooden device, but reached the limit of its
elasticity, and the clip was gone.
        Vickie took the surgical tubing and wrapped it around the base
of my cock and balls, then around the base of my cock alone, tying it
off. She picked the carafe of olive oil from the table, and pulled the
glass stopper from the top of it. She poured a generous line of olive
oil on the tip of my teendick, then proceeded to slather the extra
virgin green into the tortured skin of my turgid cock. The surgical
tubing arrested the flow of blood from my pulsing dick, and as Vickie
jacked me slowly off, the veins bulged grotesquely. She rubbed the
underside of my balls with the palm of her other hand in a
hypnotically lazy rotation. Joanie rose from her chair, and picked up
the dog collar from the table where Vickie had tossed it. She came to
my side, and cinched the leather collar around my neck as I held my
chin high for her. She clipped the leash to the metal ring on my
collar and handed it to Vickie, who ceased her excitation of my sex,
and leaned back in her chair, legs clad in black nylon crossed, the
hand with the leash held upright with its elbow on the arm of her
chair. Vickie said,
        "Nora, if you want my slutboy for a few days, you've got him.
Bobby, give yourself to Nora, I want her to have you , she's your
guest as well."
        She hand me the loop of the leash, and I walked around the
dining room table, my heavy erect dick swinging in front of me. I
stood once more in front of Nora, and handed her the leash's loop. She
tugged it playfully, then said,
        "Down, down on your knees. I know what you are, Joanie told me
all about you, your filthy mind and actions have pushed you through
life, until now, when you will bend down and submit to me."
        I knelt. She dropped the leash. She stood, and unbuttoned her
dress, and when it hung open, she shrugged it off. She said,
        "Look up, little boy, look at my body. This is your goddess
now, and I desire you to worship it."
        I raised my eyes to her radiant body. She wore only her bright
red lace panties. She had no tanlines, she was roasted golden all
over. Her breasts were not huge dugs, but were the size and shape of
the cups of old champagne glasses, her nipples covered nearly half her
breasts, perhaps three inches wide, with tips that looked like pinky
fingers jutting from her chest. She was shapely, six foot two of
powerful woman. She skinned her panties off and kicked them into the
corner. She came close to me and took once more the end of my leash.
She said,
        "There will be plenty of time in my hotel room to properly
explore me, slutboy. I want you to cut to the chase."
        She stuck one incredibly long leg between mine and the other
on the seat of the chair next to me. She pulled my face to her sex
with a yank of my leash. She murmured filthy things to me.
        "Inhale me, this is the seat of my power, my cunt", she ground
her open and oozing sex into my face, " Eat me, slutboy, take my big
clit in your mouth", I found her clit, sticking out obscenely form her
full ragged pussylips. I teased it with my tongue tip, then rolled my
tongue into a tube and fucked on her enormous sex finger. It was
stiff, and the knob of flesh at its end grew erect as I moved my head
back and forth. I encased it in my tongue, smacking my lips and
swallowing her juices as they flowed into my mouth and down my chin. I
snuffled and grunted like a pig, rooting in the copper colored pubic
hair of my Goddess,  pleasuring her with my face. My cock, restrained
in the surgical tubing, felt directly connected to the erect clitoris
I drew in and out of my mouth. The more I groveled at the sex of my
mistress the more excited and hard my teenage penis got.
 Nora ground my nose and mouth into her pussy, fucking her slutboy.
She said,
        "OOOOH, yesss, you're a good little slut, what a talented
mouth, you were born to serve, born to lick my cunt, ahh, yes, there,
yesss."
        She positioned me farther under her, until I looked right up
at her ass. She lowered her perfect cheeks over my face and said,
        "Yess, I know every dirty thing about you. Joanie told me you
lick her ass until the nectar runs down your chin, she says you once
licked Vickie's ass for an hour straight, is that true, little
buttlick?
        I said, in a voice muffled by her golden ass cheeks,
        "Yes, ma'am, I adore your ass, I adore Joanie's ass, I adore
Vickie's ass, I adore the asses of all women."
        She had pushed my hot button. Joanie had helped me discover
that I was a buttslut, slave to any woman who allowed me the privilege
of kissing their asses. I bathed her brown puckered anus in my saliva,
sniffing her aroma, and she lowered herself so my nose fucked her
cavernous pussy. I loved her, then, and realized I loved all women.
She lifted her enormous leg and turned, presenting me with her
backside. She leaned far forward and presented me with her ass.
        The light of a hundred candles sent flickering shadows dancing
around the diningroom. I kneeled, my cock cinched in the surgical
tubing, my arms at my side, viewing with breathless attention the
round globes of Nora's behind. I saw, out of the corner of my eye,
Vickie sliding out of the room, and Joanie standing and coming to
Nora's side.
        Joanie lifted her dress over her head, revealing her naked
body, no bra, no panties, and ran her open palms lovingly over Nora's
butt. She said,
        "Isn't she a magnificent animal, Bobby, look at her."
        Her ass, tanned golden, loomed huge in front of my face.
Joanie pressed and pulled Nora's cheeks, and I went dizzy at the sight
of her exposed hole, so big, so alluring. Joanie said,
        "Yes , look, and come closer", she dragged me forward by my
leash, "Watch carefully, I don't want you to miss anything, my little
pervert, watch and learn what your mistress enjoys."
        Joanie placed two fingers in the crack of Nora's ass and
stroked up and down. She jammed her fingers in my mouth, lubricating
them with my saliva. She pushed the back of my head into her mature
friend's behind, saying,
        "Suck her ass, slutboy, get busy with your tongue while I
finger fuck her asshole."
        Nora moaned as Joanie's index finger and my tongue probed her
nut-brown anus. She wiggled against us, nearly smothering me in the
opulence of her rounded asscheeks. Joanie won our race, burying her
finger in Nora, then methodically frigging her. I prodded with my
tongue tip, and Joanie's finger pushed me into Nora's shit tunnel as
well. When Joanie pulled out I licked Nora's musty ass unguent from
her finger. Nora hummed, with satisfaction,
        "Hmmmm, you two are so yummy. Oh, Joanie, this is just like
the old days, baby, some studpuppie's tongue up my ass, and you there
to make sure they do it right. Hmmm."
        Joanie transferred her attentions to Nora's twat, diddling her
speedbag of a clit, and I had her ass to myself. Nora's asshole was on
a grand scale, like the rest of her, and she opened wide for me as I
slid my tongue inside her. She flexed her anal ring in time to my
rapid thrusts, and if my tongue could spurt cum like a dick, I would
have deposited a load in her rectum right then and there.
Joanie said,
        "Oh, look, here comes dessert!"
        Nora shat me out of her ass with one final tightening of her
muscle. She stood up straight, pushing me off balance so I landed on
my back. I scurried back on my knees. I looked to the door and saw
Vickie, her little black party dress gone, nude but for her black
nylon hose, her scarlet high-heel pumps, and a simple black garter
belt. She led Sandy into the diningroom by a leash, identical to mine,
clasped around her neck. I stared at Sandy, my boycock pounding in its
latex restraint.
        Sandy had managed to figure out the web of black leather
straps and patches. She stood her hands behind her at the small of her
back. Her outfit was a fantasy of crisscrossing straps and studs. The
patches sat on, but did not begin to cover, her swelling breasts, and
holes cut in them revealed her nipples, proudly protruding an inch
from the leather brassierre. The straps wrapped around her body in a
subtle pattern, meeting at and plummeting into the V of her hairless
pussy crack. The leather bands came up the valley of her buttocks and
connected in a stainless steel ring in the small of her back. Her
wrists were handcuffed together and joined to this ring.
        She shone pale and white in the candle light, with blushes of
rose at her nipples, her whole aura ignited and set off by the black
leather device she wore. Joanie, Nora and I feasted our eyes on the
eighteen year old kitten rendered helpless by her handcuffs, her
innocent paleness a shocking contrast to the binding sex costume that
clung to her. Joanie broke the silence,
        "Go to the kitchen, Bobby, and bring in the last tray."
        The look of hunger in the eyes of the two  forty year old
women's eyes was as arousing to me as Sandy's enhanced nakedness. I
had seen that look before, when Joanie had first discovered me beating
my indecent meat in her room, when Nora had watched as Vickie and I
took turns lapping my jizz from her cunt with the eagerness of hungry
alleycats.
        I got to my feet and sped to the kitchen, as Joanie and Nora
seemed to float rather than walk across the room to Sandy.
I grabbed the last tray from the counter, and nearly dropped it when I
misjudged its unexpected heaviness. I whirled on bare feet and raced
back to the diningroom.
        Vickie sat on the edge of the table, her legs spread wide,
guiding Sandy's head to her crotch. Joanie and Nora were standing at
the table, on either side of Vickie, and pinched her adolescent
nipples. They bent their heads down as one and took my girfriend's
tits in their mouths. I marched to the table and sat my tray down.
Joanie looked up and said,
        "Good, Bobby, show us what we have here."
        Vickie, Joanie and Nora all stopped their salacious activities
and regarded the tray. Sandy, whose head was still hidden between my
girfriend's lean freckled thighs, could not see as hear head was drawn
into Vickie's sex sharply with a yank of her leash. I heard the slurp
of her mouth on Vickie's cunt.
        Joanie lifted the high-dome lid from the silver serving tray.
There on the tray sat a cornucopia of filthy toys; Joanie's riding
crop, some extra sets of handcuffs, several dildos, a tube of KY jelly
and an item I could not quite fathom. It was about twenty inches long,
made from black latex, and it looked like two dildos joined at the
base. Joanie took hold of the end of my leash and walked me behind
Sandy. She said,
        "OK, slutboy, lie on your back and scoot underneath this slut.
I know how well you can lick pussy, Bobby, well, give her a clue so
she knows how to bring my daughter off."
        I got on my back and slid beneath Sandy's open thighs like a
mechanic under a Ferrari. Her nether lip pouted out between the
leather straps of her slave clothes. I tried to swallow the peach of
her sex whole, splitting her open and finding the pendulous clit that
haunted my groin. The stiff baby-finger sized flesh puppet dangled in
my mouth and I talked to it with the sliding plane of my tongue.
Joanie said,
        "Vickie, tell this slut Sandy how you feel. Tell her how mad
it made you when you walked in and saw her nasty tits covered with
your boyfriend's sperm. Go ahead, now's your chance."
        Vickie was smearing her cunt all over Sandy's face, leaving
wide trails of her juice on Sandy's nose, chin and cheeks. She said,
        "This is for playing with what doesn't belong to you, you
little bitch. Eat my pussy, that's right, you think I'd let you get
away with that, huh, you think I'm too young to take care of the likes
of you, you blond cunt licking bimbo piece of white trash."
Vickie was tough, and I swelled with pride as she reviled the slavish
eighteen year old who serviced her sweet sex. I doubled my effort, and
let Sandy's love squeazings trickle down my throat. My work was having
the desired effect, Sandy fucked my face in long swipes of her bare
pink pussy, and Vickie hissed in her breath as Sandy obviously
transferred her own excitement to my girlfriends clitoris. Joanie
knelt beside us, kneading Sandy's buttocks, then, WHACK, she let Sandy
have it with the riding crop. Vickie said,
        "That's right Mommy, spank her bottom, punish her for making
my Bobby cum on her tits."
        WHACK, WHACK,WHACK, then silence, and Joanie massaged the hot
skin of Sandy's backside with an open palm. Sandy's vagina was opening
and closing in my mouth, and I knew she must be cumming, and Joanie
continued, WHACK, rub, WHACK, rub. I felt someone slathering more
olive oil on my unit, which was frozen in a maximum boner by the latex
surgical tubing tied around it. Then, an unfamiliar sensation, ahh,
sliding and nearly frictionless embrace. Nora had straddled me and sat
down on the tower of my teendick in one mad swoosh. She sat flat on
her pretty golden feet, crouched on me, the only contact between our
bodies our sex, and her pubic bone pressing on me as she buried me
into her. Then she rose upwards and I clung to the edge of her
pussylips with the bulbous purple head of my fully erect teencock. She
descended and ascended on me, her big wet sex holding me with a touch
so light it felt as if she were made of the finest silk instead of
flesh. My cock expanded, tantalized to make better contact with the
smooth tunnel that trapped it. Then she contracted her massive vaginal
muscles and I felt I could have be fucking a twelve year old virgin,
so tight was the cunt that rode me. She pistoned me in and out of her,
and my inability to shoot made my vision go black, a bolt of migraine
pain rushing over the back of my head and blinding me. Nora fucked on,
alternating pressures, driving me mad, and I continued to suck on the
open slice of sweet Sandy's fruit, her juices smeared all over my
face.
        Vickie, Sandy and Nora came then, more or less in sequence. My
consciousness was shattering, on the one hand my focus lasered in on
the latex tube that kept me from release and the other part of me
aching penis, was being whipped into a frenzy by the fat-lipped pussy
of my girlfriend's mother's forty year old Grand Sex Mistress.
        Joanie had missed this last round of orgasms, had actually
stood to the side, goading most of the evening. Her eyes were like
candle flames, and she pulled me from beneath Sandy, picking me up by
the leash until I stood in front of her. She brought me close enough
so her spit sprayed me when she said,
        "We're going to play now, slutboy, I'm going to fuck you like
you've never been fucked in your short miserable life!'
        She pushed me back onto the table, had me lay down with my ass
to the center, then handcuffed each of my wrists to an ankle, so that
I rocked back and forth on my backbone. She grabbed Sandy's leash and
bullied her into the same position, and we lay, butt to butt, on the
dining room table. She said to her daughter and her friend,
        "This is sweet. Look at them, as helpless as two turtles on
their backs. Vickie, I designed this entertainment especially for you,
please come here."
        I looked up at my girfriend's face, flush and shiny, and she
smiled down at me. Joanie opened the tube of KY and, holding it upside
down, squeezed thick lines of it on Sandy and my groins. She took us
in either hand and slicked us up, easily scooting two fingers up my
asshole. My cock danced. Nora stood on the other side of the table,
and handed Vickie the odd two-headed rubber dick. Joanie said,
        "Fuck them, baby, fuck them both in the ass. They want to play
nasty together, well, let 'em. Fuck them but good!"
        Vickie took the queer contraption and folded it so it fit in
the narrow space that separated Sandy's pale moons and my hairless
butthole. She rubbed the massive head against the rosebud of Sandy's
bunghole, pushing and twisting until, with an audible pop, she had
inserted an inch into Sandy's tight pooper. Sandy cried out, and when
she did Joanie climbed up on the table and smothered her yelp with her
bushy cunt. She said,
        "Lay back and enjoy, Sandy, in a minute you and slutboy are
going on the ride of a lifetime."
        Vickie tickled my butthole with the other head of the
artificial prick. I loosened for her, and she slid eight inches of the
greased pole into me almost a once. I saw a constellation of stars and
my bound boydick flopped around on my belly like a fish out of water.
With one last thrust she jammed the rest of the monstrosity into
Sandy. Then, with graceful flicks of her wrist, she fucked the both of
us. Joanie, as usual, was right, this was the ride of a lifetime. The
rubber dick slid in and out of my jellied hole, pushing against my
rectal walls, filling me. In my mind I saw us as if I were floating
above it all on the ceiling, saw the black rubber cock, leave my ass
and be engulfed in Sandy's ultra tight virgin ass. This was so filthy
my mind reeled. Sandy had stopped her feeble protesting and was now
panting in short breaths. As was I. Vickie was relentless, moving the
dildo swiftly between Sandy and I. Joanie had risen off of Sandy, and
now sat at the edge of the table near my head.
        I turned to watch as Nora, wearing a huge strap on dildo,
stepped up between Joanie's thighs. Joanie told Nora to wait, and
climbed onto my chest, facing the top of my head which lay at the end
of the sturdy oak table. She leaned back against my upraised knees,
her own knees splayed, her pussy wide open a couple of inches from my
mouth. Nora came to the edge of the table, and I saw the tip of the
dildo she wore glide over my head and into the lips of Joanie's hot
frothing pussy. Joanie moved up towards my mouth, impaling herself on
Nora's cock, and she yelled,  "OOOO, FUCK ME NORA, YESS! C'mon,
slutboy, get a little of this action, Mommy wants your tongue, too."
        She moved so I could kiss her fabulous ass while Nora slid the
hard plastic column deeper and faster into her. Her puckered ass
opened to my tongue's touch like a flower and I once more tasted the
ambrosia of her rich anal nectar, thick and golden.
        Vickie matched her stroked to Nora's, and we were a complex,
interlocking sex machine, groaning all of us. I could keep silent no
longer, I cried between gritted teeth,
        "Fuck me, Vickie, yess, fuck me good, nnnnnh."
        Sandy was in the throes of a long drawn out cum, making high
pitched squeals, bucking against the dildo screwing into her butthole.
I fucked with my hips as well, and Vickie dropped the toy, leaving us
to fuck ourselves. We moved closer to one another with each thrust,
each movement cramming more of the cock into our asses. Vickie climbed
onto the table and stood for a moment, facing Sandy. She reached down
and unwrapped my the surgical tubing from my poor cock, then held it
at her pouting reddened pussy. She sat on it, still facing Sandy, and
ground her butt against my thighs as I penetrated her to the limit.
She came then, with little ado, her cunt walls jerking and contracting
around my newly freed teendick.
        Joanie was unabashedly fucking my face, grinding her ass on my
tongue as Nora fucked her with the dildo using long luxurious strokes.
Sandy tensed and pushed her ass hard against mine, cumming doubly
hard, and I felt the long pent up orgasm racing up my perineum to my
balls,  and then Vickie was off me, leaving my cock standing straight
up from my thighs, pulsing and pounding. She grabbed me in her had and
jacked me viciously, saying,
        "Come for me, Bobby, come for ME!"
        And I did, what seemed gallons. The first two spurt, one right
after the other flew up in Vickie's waiting face, then another that
she aimed at Sandy. Joanie leaned back and caught the next pump, which
flew over her shoulder and on to her waiting open mouth and extended
tongue. Nora leaned forward, driving the dildo's length completely
into Joanie, and she managed to catch my last two flings of jizz on
her large purple-brown nipples.
        Vickie climbed down from the table, then Nora, then Joanie.
Joanie stood at he center, and coaxed three thin jets of boycum from
my tired cock by thrusting the dildo farther up my asshole three sharp
jabs, one, two, three. Then she pulled it out of us in one long drag,
plop. Vickie undid the cuffs around my wrists and ankles, and I
slumped. Sandy they left bound for the time being, the thick line of
my sperm splashed from her nasty protruding clitty to her barely
covered tits. I sat up on the  edge of the table, my exhausted head
hanging. I turned my eyes up.
        My three mistresses sat in three chairs a little distance from
the table, facing me. They had their arms on the chair arms, their
legs crossed at the knees, dangling their beautiful feet at me. Joanie
said,
        "OK, slutboy, looks like you've got some cleaning to do!"

Teacher's Toy

        Nora Handly whisked me to her hotel that very night, or I
should say morning, because it was several hours after midnight
when we clambered into her Mercedes. After I had paid homage
to their bodies with my mouth, my three mistresses, Vickie,
Joanie, and Nora had dismissed me, and had spent the rest of the
evening toying with Sandy, who as I left the amber lit room was
still manacled on the diningroom table. I climbed up to the attic
and lay on my mattress, staring out my window at the cloudless
starry summer sky.
        I must have dozed off. I awoke when Sandy pulled the
cord on the bare lightbulb that illuminated my room. She was
aglow with a deep flush, in her obscene leather outfit. She looked
at me and said,
        "Time to go, Bobby. Nora's leaving and she's takin' you
with her."
        "I asked,
        "Are you OK?"
        "A little sore. But, actually, I feel really, really great."
        I got up from my bed, naked, and we hugged, psychic
siblings, at least under Joanie's roof. Her pointy nipples grazed
mine, and our hairless pubes bumped and rubbed together. We
soul kissed, more affectionate than erotic. Sandy said,
        "Nora wants you hard when you come downstairs."
        "These women are going to kill me."
        "Nobody ever died from a stiff dick, Bobby;" she replied,
squeezing my balls with her hand. She turned and walked to the
bureau. She returned to me and said,
        "You'd better sit down. She wants me to put this thing on
you, and I don't think I can do it standing up."
        She held out another tangle of leather and snaps. I sat on
the straight back wooden chair, and Sandy sat at my feet, resting
her arms on my knees. She brushed her nearly white blond hair,
streaked with sweat, back from her face, and looked at the pile of
confusing black leather she held.  Her pretty face was pinched in a
look of puzzled intensity as she brought the device to my cock.
She wrapped one strap around the base of my cock and balls and
snapped it secure. She said,
        "I wish this had some sort of instructions with it."
        She enclosed a wide leather band  around my testicles,
and struggled to close it. My balls oozed away from the pressure,
but finally, she pinched them into the narrow channel created by
the band. The device held my balls two inches away from my
body in a tight tunnel of leather, and they bulged out the end,
turning purple. There was one last strap, and Sandy brought it up
between my distended nutsack, separating my balls and tightly
popped the snap. My teendick jumped when I involuntarily
tightened my ass muscles. Sandy said,
        "Wow."
        She leaned a little closer to my loins. She pursed her lips
and blew on my twisted cock, and it responded by rising and
bloating in its restraining black leather straps. She said,
        "I'll remember that afternoon as long as I live, Bobby. The
day you made me cum for the first time, I mean."
        I reached complete erection just looking down at the ripe
eighteen year old watching as my dick slowly pulsed itself full. I
said,
        "I can't wait to get back, and I haven't even left yet."
        "Well, you'd better go, Nora's waiting."

        Nora, Joanie, and my girlfriend Vickie were lounging on
pillows in the floor of the din. Vickie had on her signature black
silk kimono, perhaps the one I had dropped in the diningroom.
Joanie was nude, idly rubbing the top edge of her hand on a thigh,
she said,
        "Well, slutboy, how do you like Nora's present", and she
pointed a lazy finger at my groin. "It does wonders for your little
dickie."
        Nora was fully dressed, in the full length blue shirt dress.
She regarded me inscrutably, one finger crooked under her chin.
At last she said,
        "All right, Bobby, let's go."
        Joanie and Vickie stood up, and Vickie held me in her
arms and gave me a pack on the cheek. She said,
        "I'll miss you, Bobby, I love you."
        Joanie draped one of her estranged husband's discarded
raincoats over my shoulders and whispered in my ear,
        "Pay attention, slutboy, Nora is the best teacher you could
ever hope for. Learn from her, please her, and when you get back
I'll throw you a special dinner."
        And so we drove across town to Nora's hotel.
        On the way, Nora explained the nature of her business,
and what she was doing in town.
        "I run a consulting firm that specializes in assertiveness
training for women. I combine the latest theories of the self-help
movement, feminist scholarship, and my personal experiences."
        Her hand snaked between my legs and she grabbed the
knob of my stiff cock like a gear shift. She continued her
monologue.
        "I was a Mistress for hire for decades, in the UK, in
France, all over the Continent, really, and I had a very exclusive
clientele, judges, government ministers. I made a lot, a lot of
money." She rubbed me as she drove with one hand. "But I grew
tired of the daily wear and tear. A few years ago I became aware
of the growing feminist movement, and was delighted at their
observations, although I disagreed with their conclusions." Her
hand was driving me wild and I tried not to squirm under her
onslaught. "With the advent of groups like EST, all the pieces fit
into place for me. I started small, a few wives of my old clients,
and found a very receptive audience. So, now I travel all over the
world,  giving talks and demonstrations to wealthy housewives
and their daughters, actually just awakening in them the power
they already have, but have surrendered to their dull, dull men."
        We pulled into the parking garage of her hotel. We
climbed up the back stairs, through the quiet carpeted hallway,
and surreptitiously into her suite.
        Nora Handle's hotel suite was huge, sumptuous, but I was
too tired to appreciate it. Nora led me to a divan and said,
        "Its been a long day, Bobby, and I must rise early for my
morning seminar. Sleep, rest, and we'll start your sessions at
lunch."
        I lay down, my teen age cock trapped still strapped in the
leather device. Nora went into the other room, and came back
with some padded leather cuffs, which she placed around my
ankles and wrists. She took a stainless steel chain and  wove it
around the leg of the divan. She stood back a little, and said,
        "There, now you're ready for bed."
        She walked away and into her bedroom. She left the door
open and I lay, chained to the divan, my eyes hungrily watching
as she disrobed. She looked back at me, shook her head, and
turned off her light.
        I woke to the sound of a door closing and the smell of
Nora, freshly showered and perfumed. She stood in the center of
the room holding a room service tray. She wore a smartly tailored
navy blue bathing suit, matching high heels, and red stockings.
She said,
        "Rise and shine, Bobby. My seminar starts in fifteen
minutes and I've got just enough time to inhale a piece of toast."
        She walked over to my divan and undid the straps on my
ankles. She rearranged the straps on my wrists so they were held
in place behind my back. My cock, still engorged, was an angry
deep shade of purple. It ached, but truth be told, it was numbed.
It was bigger than I'd ever seen it before. Every vein stood in high
relief along its length, and the head seemed so shiny I fantasized I
could see Nora's reflection in it. My balls poked out of the end of
the tube created by the wide leather band. They were more than
sensitive, they ached like an abscessed tooth.
        Nora Handly crouched down and took me by the
boycock. She bent me down, inspecting the device, and said,
        "Uh, that dumb bimbo Sandy wrapped you much too
tightly."
        She unsnapped the gizmo. Blood coursed through my
privates like a dam had burst. I got even more engorged. Nora
stood, and pushed me back on the divan. She straddled my thighs
and raised the hem of her skirt, up, up past her hips. The red
stockings were pantyhose, but the crotch had been opened and
stitched into an opening that framed her glorious mature sex like
the frame on a classic painting. She said,
        "Remember this, slutboy?"
        "Yeyeyes, ma'am", I stammered, as she slid forward on
my legs. Nora took the purple shaft of my dick in her hand and
rubbed me against the pantyhose mesh encasing her inner thigh.
My penis, held over night in the restraining device, then suddenly
freed, was tingling with needles and pins. The rough fabric of
Nora's pantyhose scraped the underside of my teenprick like
sandpaper involuntarily sobbed, catching my breath.
        Nora looked up from the purple monstrosity stroking her
leg and turned her stern attention to my face. She said,
        "Excuse me. You're here for my pleasure, Bobby, kindly
keep your comments to yourself." She rasped me a little harder,
and closer to her copper colored bush. "You must be very
sensitive now, huh, well, how's this?" She rubbed the violet bulb
of my tingling prick against the wire of her pubic hair. My ass
clenched and unclenched as I struggled in mute desperation not to
scream. Nora said,
        "I think I know what will soothe your poor little dick."
        She lifted herself and inserted me in between her labial
flaps. She lowered herself, tensing her thighs, slowly, slowly,
devouring my overloaded teendick millimeter by millimeter. She
sat, finally, with her knees on the divan behind me and her huge
globular as on my thighs. Her cunt, surrounding me, was pleasant
and soft, and I throbbed in her as she sat, stock still. She
manipulated her vaginal muscles and gripped me in a slippery
vice. I was just this side of an incredible release, when, with no
warning, she jumped to her feet. She pressed her skirt in place,
patted her sun-kissed wedge cut hair, and gave me a quick glance.
She said,
        "Don't even think about playing with yourself when I'm
gone, boy, I'm going to need every drop of sperm you can muster
later today."
        She grabbed her handbag, tucked it under her arm, and
marched purposefully to the door. She said,
        "I'll be back at twelve-thirty. I'll be with some clients, so
please put on your best manners. Breakfast is on the table, help
yourself. And try and so something about that hang-dog look, its
depressing." Slam! She was gone.
        I spent the morning bumping around the suite, trying to
do all the things we take for granted when we're not cuffed. I ate
like an animal, jamming my face into the plate on the coffee table.
I smeared scrambled eggs all over me. I loped to the bathroom,
turning around to open the doorknob, and was faced with a duel
dilemma. My hardon raged, and though I knew from experience I
could force a burning piss through it, I could not aim it without
the use of my hands. And I felt I could piss gallons.
        I stood looking at myself in the vanity mirror. Short blond
hair, parted to one side, slightly ruffled. Blue eyes, with a haunted
look in them. Wide shoulder and semi-buffed muscles, from years
of doing yardwork for the neighborhood biddies. A dick that did
not look my own, sticking out of my bald fifteen year old groin,
an inch or two  longer than I'd ever seen it. I looked obscene, and
the sight of myself so aroused served to arouse me even more.
This was not the answer to my problem!
        I left the bathroom. I turned on the TV, awkwardly
twisting the channel dial until I found Big Bird and the rest of the
gang on Sesame Street. I sat and watched with Jaded eyes, until
the inane patter about the alphabet spoken by fuzzy little puppets
forced every erotic thought out of my boiling brain. I detumesced,
as Kermit the Frog bobbed back and forth on the screen. I jumped
into the shower and flicked the nozzle up, inundating myself with
a warm cleansing spray, then joined the torrent with my own,
pissing and groaning in pleasure. I opened a window and let the
rising heat of the summer morning dry me off with breezy blasts.
        The door opened. Nora came in as she had left, business-
like and crisp. She was alone. She stepped over to my chair in
three long strides. She said,
        "We're having visitors, Bobby. These are clients who pay
extra for some demonstrative exhibitions of some of the theories I
present in my lectures. Now, you don't need to do anything other
than what you've been doing." She took my chin in her hand and
held my head up. Her amber eyes were soft as she spoke, "You're
a natural, slutboy, it usually takes years to develop the slavishness
you have shown me in one night. Keep it up! I know you're going
to like this..."
        There was a knock at the door, and Nora turned my chair
so I faced it. In a rich contralto she said,
        "Come in, ladies!"
        And they did. Four women entered the suite, quickly
closing the door behind them, and stood looking at me sitting in
the chair, my arms handcuffed behind my back. They were; a dark
haired woman, small, yet buxom, in her late thirties or early
forties, a girl who must have been her daughter, who looked like
a photograph of her twenty years previous, a tony blond, forty
some thing, in a white tennis skirt and T-shirt, and lastly, my
freshman English teacher, Miss Tingley!
        "Hello, Bobby", Miss Tingley said with a sly smile.
        "Please do not speak to him just yet," Nora said.
        "Please help yourself to refreshments, sit and make
yourselves comfortable." Nora put a hand in my armpit and
dragged me off the chair, and walked me into the bedroom.
        She pushed me on the bed, spread my legs, and placed the
leather restraining device back on m genitals. She said,
        "This thing has several snaps, and we don't need to make
it quite so tight this morning." With a loud snap she had me
imprisoned once more. She continued, "I don't know how you
know that woman out there, and frankly, I don't care. But for
right now you must not act any differently towards her than you
do my other clients. Understand?"
        "Yes, ma'am."
        "Good. Now just follow direction and you'll do fine."
She must have performance anxiety, I thought to myself, because
she didn't seem to be actually addressing herself to me. She put
the dog collar around my neck, and led me back into the sitting
room by my leash.
        The women gasped when they saw me being led into the
room by Nora, towering over me in her heels. My boydick, in its
tight leather embrace, was swinging heavily, bouncing on my ball
package, which was held out from my groin by the wide strap of
the restraining device. Miss Tingley whistles a soft note of awe.
        Nora stopped me in front of the group, which sat in a
semicircle on the divan, except for Miss Tingley, who sat in an
armless chair to one side. Nsaid,
        "Welcome. You've listened to me talk all morning, and
have graciously chosen to partake of a demonstration of my
philosophy of feminine power. This," she pointed to me, "is my
slutboy, my body slave. He was loaned to me by a very old, dear
friend, who discovered him through her daughter. As you can see,
he's very docile, and participates willingly. Get on your knees,
slutboy."
        I did. Nora pulled a chair up and sat in it. She told me to
face her, then crossed her legs at the knee and dangled her high
heel from her enormous foot. She said,
        "Any man will do this, if the presentation is done well.
Slutboy, come closer and smell my feet. I've been on them all
morning, and they're very tired and sore."
        I lowered my nose to her foot. She smelled warm, a bit
like cheese. I inhaled deeply. She said,
        "Yes, my feet are very tired. Slutboy, I think I'd like you
to massage them with your mouth."
        She dropped the shoe off the end of her foot and I nuzzled
against it. She rubbed it all over my face, the nylon of her
pantyhose making a hissing sound. She retracted it slightly, until
the line of her toes were sliding back and forth on my bottom lip.
She said,
        "Wash my feet, boy, open wide and taste me."
        I opened and she inserted her foot deep into my mouth,
stretching my lips wide. I managed to force my tongue from the
top of my throat, and laved each of the rough nylon clad toes one
after the other. My dick levitated to my belly. Nora said,
        "Note his arousal. The simple debasing act of kissing my
foot causes a significant erection event."
        I moved my eyes around the room and watched the
women bending down to note my significant erection event. They
nodded approvingly. The teenage girl, the dark hair woman's
look-a-like daughter, smirked and said,
        "EEuuu, how gross."
        "Perhaps, but you can use this perversion to your
advantage," said Nora.
        She pulled my head off her beautiful long foot with a tug
of the leash. She said,
        "I'd like you all to try this, take off your shoes
9take
the leash."
        The pampered looking blond was first, daintily taking the
leash from Nora, and kicking of her espadrilles. She had size four
delicate feet, with passionate pink nail polish. She wore no socks
or stockings. She reclined on the divan and crossed her legs. Nora
said,
        "Now, tell him what you want him to do. Don't
equivocate, speak to him directly and firmly."
        The blond looked down at me, and said in a Brynn Mahr
accent,
        "I want you to lick my feet, mister, right now.'
        She didn't sound very convincing, but I was dying to taste
her petite little toes, so I dipped m head and started sucking. Her
toes fit into my mouth handily, and I sucked each toe individually,
licking in between with the tip of my tongue. She was ticklish,
and giggled quietly. When I transferred my attention to the sole of
her foot, washing with broad fat licks, she sighed, and I saw she
had closed her eyes. I went back to her toes and did my favorite
trick, taking her big toe in my mouth and sucking it in and out,
giving her foot a blowjob. She moaned,
        "Oh, my. That's actually quite arousing."
        "Of course it is, but I think for now you should hand the
leash over to Estelle," Nora advised, watching the scenario with
her arms crossed under her breasts.
        Estelle had a friendly wide face framed by black curly hair.
She and her daughter were both dressed in white cotton peasant
dresses that showed off their tans. Estelle's full lips were set in a
grin, and her face was slightly flushed. Her daughter sat next to
her on the divan staring at my prick pulsing in its device. She
asked,
        "Why's his thing in that thing?"
        "To keep him from cumming, Julie," said Estelle.
        "I caught your talk last year," Estelle continued, "and its
worked wonders for my marriage. When I heard you were
coming again I signed us up for Julie's sake"
        "Oh, Mom."
        Estelle reached down and removed her sandal, and slipped
Julie's sneaker off as well. She positioned herself so her foot and
her daughter's were side by side. She said,
        "All right, slutboy, my daughter has never had her foot
kissed by a man, I want you to work on both of us now."
        My mind reeled at the sight of the two feet together, side
by side. Both tan, the mother's thin and narrow, Julie's rounder
and more childlike. I sat to work lapping first one, then the other,
trying to please the mother, who obviously loved having her toes
munched by a fifteen year old stranger and the daughter, who was
adjusting to the new experience by wiggling her toes inside my
mouth. Julie said,
        "Mmmmm, that feels nasty."
        Estelle said,
        "You think that's nasty, baby, look at this," and Estelle
reined my head under her dress, pushing it up to her trim
stomach. The sexy forty year old was wearing plain white panties.
I stared at the apex of her thighs as she spread her legs to expose
the crotch panel of her panties to my gaze. She said,
        "Smell me, slutboy? Your toe-sucking makes me wet. And
I can see it makes you hard. Lick my panties, you little pervert."
        I was in a turmoil of arousal.  Estelle pulled me closer to
her crotch, but just close enough that I could barely graze the
damp crotch panel of her white cotton panties with the tip of my
tongue. She said,
        "That's right, reach for it."
        I only got two swipes at her when she pulled me away.
She handed her daughter Julie my leash. The rich blond at the end
of the divan exclaimed,
        "Oh, my."
        Julie looked at me contemptuously. Anyone who
acquiesced to her mother so easily was a worm. She tugged me
back to her plump young foot and said,
        "Just lick that foot, don't even think about anything else,
you ickey perv."
        She splayed her toes and pinched my nose with them, as I
washed and kissed. Nora said,
        "That's good, Julie, don't let him get ideas you don't wish
him to have. Set his limits for him and he'll do what you desire.
Now, it's Barbara's turn."
        My English teacher, Barbara Tingley sat in the armless
chair, hands in her lap, with a flushed face and an expression like
a cat gets when he's eaten the proverbial canary. Julie reached
over and casually handed the leash to her. She was wearing a
green silk dress cut up the side, an Oriental cut, and her shoulder
length auburn hair was pinned on the sides just above her ears.
Her round milk chocolate eyes were agog, looking at me, her
former star pupil, on my knees before her, my dick bobbing and
weaving slightly in time to my heartbeat. I notice her nipples erect
through her dress. She reached down and pulled off her green
satin high heel. In the summer heat she wore no stockings. She
spoke,
        'Well, Bobby, just look at you."
        She pointed a toe and lightly ran it down the side of my
face, down my neck, and to my chest. She scooted forward in her
chair, and her dress rose up her thighs. Her long legs were not
tanned, and were very, very smooth. She curled her toes under
and caught one of my nipples in them. She flexed her foot several
time, and my nipple grew full. She dropped her foot to my lap,
pushing my boy dick down, and kept sliding untl she reached the
head, and when her foot fell off it, my cock sprang back up and
hit my belly with a slap. She said,
        "That's nice, Bobby, bigger than most adult men. Is it for
me?"
        "Yes, ma'am. its for you."
        She pressed up and forward, crushing my cock against my
stomach. She said,
        "What's for me, Bobby, tell me what's for me."
        "My dick, Miss Tingley, my dick is hard for you."
        Her eyes glowed brightly. She pulled her foot back. She
said to Nora,
        "Ooooh, that's nice. You're right, I feel remarkable."
        Nora pulled her chair over next to Miss Tingley's. She
said,
        "Does it excite you to fondle this teenage boy with the
your feet?"
        "Mmmm, yes, the hardness of it under my feet, at my
mercy, its really uncanny."
        Nora lifted her shoeless foot under the bunched package
of my nuts and scoured them with the rough weave of her
pantyhose. She said,
        "Well, don't stop, then, feel your power over him totally!"
        Miss Tingley peeled her other shoe off, lifted her rear
slightly off the chair, and pulled her dress up. She wore no
underwear, her trim legs turned outwards and I stared at her
crotch. Nora was agitating my distended, bulging nutsack with
both feet, and I swiveled my hips in time to her ministrations.
Miss Tingley placed a hand on either side of her elegant little
snatch, and pulled it open and shut, winking it at me. She brought
her feet up and captured my dancing boycock. My English
teacher jacked me off with a foot on either side of my rocky
prick, while Nora scourged my testicles with her nyloned toes.
I felt someone move behind me, and then the trim blond in the
tennis skirt came around and next to me. She stood for a moment
with her hand on my shoulder, watching as the two women
tormented my teen age dick with their feet, then unzipped her
skirt at the side and stepped out of it. She followed that with her
little bikini panties, and she buried a hand in her diminutive pussy.
Estelle and Julie watched from the divan, and I noticed the
mother with a hand working in her daughter's lap. The blond sat
on her haunches, and frigged herself as she examined the four feet
working on me. She asked Nora,
        "May I kiss that? He's so young, and I really want to suck
his cock."
        Nora said,
        "Of course, if its your desire, you may do anything you
please."
        Miss Tingley moved her feet down the length of my
throbbing dick, making room for the blond. She took the tip of
her tongue and stuck it in my peehole, and rapidly worked her
tongue in it, while Nora and Miss Tingley resumed their
combined masturbation. The blond, her hair pulled tightly on her
small skull, moved down to the ridge of skin beneath the purple
head of my cock and flicked her tongue there. She stopped, then
resumed, then stopped. I gasped. Restraint or not, I was coming.
The rich blond matron took the whole bulbous head of my dick in
her mouth and washed it like I'd washed her toes. Nora reached
down wit her hand and unsnapped the strap of my device around
the base of my penis, and I grew in response to the vacuum
cleaner suck the blond was applying to me. She leaned back away
from me, her hand busily flailing in her lap, howling out her cum.
Miss Tingley took advantage of her absence on my peter by
moving a foot up to that same ridge of skin the blond had flicked.
She agitated her big toe beneath the head of my cock and I
shuddered.
        Nora stood me up with a strong pull on my leash, choking
me, and she drew me closer to Miss Tingley, who had followed
my movements and continued to rub her feet all over my boydick.
        Nora said,
        "Cum for us, slutboy, cum all over your teacher's pussy."
        Miss Tingley spread her thighs a bit wider and I sprayed
her with thick boyseed. My jizz landed on target, right in teh open
cunt of my English teacher. The blond kneeling on the floor next
to her, groaned, and Nora's hand grasped my prick and pointed
me at the blond;s upturned face. I let loose with another spasm,
throwing a line of my pearls into the blond's waiting mouth and
down her pointy chin. Miss TIngley yanked me out of Nora's
grasp, and planted her own red lipsticked mouth on me, leaning
forward and deep throating me in a single thrust. I couldn't
believe my eyes, it looked like an optical illusion as my dick had
dissappeared in Miss Tingleys mouth.  I cried out, and pumped
seed over and over into my teachers gullet. Her cheeks hollowed
out as she sucked me dry. Then, with her eyes closed, she
withdrew, and my cock reemerged slowly from her lips, until, at
last, a thread of my boycum draped from my peehole to her lips.
She ran her tongue across her lips, and sucked the cum up like an
errant noodle.
        Nora said,
        "Well, that went rather well. We have the spa reserved for
the afternoon, and I think we could all do with a sauna."

Wally's Shower


        I relaxed on my haunches, my wrists cuffed behind my back with
furlined restraints. I was somewhat relaxed, having just spurted a
load of my sperm on and in several of women that Nora had gathered in
her hotel room. The women sat on edge, with flushed faces. The upper
class blond woman who kneeled in front of me pushed a glob of my seed
from her chin into her mouth. She said,
        "I haven't tasted that in years. I haven't felt a vibrant hard
penis for so long I've forgotten how hot it makes me!"
        Nora stood beside me with her hand on top of my head. Miss
Tingley, my high school English teacher, sat back in her chair, her
dress still bunched up around her waist. She looked down at the mess
I'd deposited on her sex, the threads of thick white semen interwoven
in her light brown pubes. She said,
        "My, Bobby, I had no idea you were so mature."
        Nora said,
        "As you can see, an erect penis can be controlled. It is
essential that you, as a woman, determine when, where, and if your man
ejaculates. In this case our slaveboy has made rather a mess, and I
think men should always be responsible for taking care of their
messes."
        She took the loop of the leash from Miss Tingley, and pressed
the back of my head into my English teachers freckled thighs. I sucked
into my mouth the still warm puddles of cum from the mature woman's
thighs. She smelled of herbs, a bath spray perhaps, and I was once
more intoxicated by the scent and texture of a woman's skin. I felt
honored to be moving my lips up the soft skin of Miss Tingleys legs,
and she replaced Nora's hands on my head with her own, drawing me into
the valley of her cunt.
I chewed her russet brown pubic bush, swallowing my jizz as I captured
it in my mouth. I inhaled the hot aroma of her pussy, which wafted up
my nose. I hummed in contentment.
        Nora pulled my eager face back from the nexus of Miss Tingleys
inviting legs. She pulled me back on my haunches. She said,
        "This might be a good time to demonstrate the practise of
worship. Your man must be taught to adore you. Allowing him to give
you pleasure is beneficial to both your self esteem and his
realization of your inner divinity."
        Nora stepped back, dragging me backwards by my leash and
forcing me to lean until the back of my head nearly touched the
ground. She lifted a leg over my head, straddled my face, and neatly
tucked her skirt into her belt. I regarded her pussy, exposed and
framed by the opening in her pantyhose, with reverence, my eyes
half-closed. She bent her knees outward, and lowered herself to my
waiting lips. She said,
        "Again, always be clear what you want. The bindings and leash
are helpful, but are no substitute for precise instructions. Slutboy,
I want you to worship my ass. I want you to make me cum! Do you
understand!"
        "Yes, ma'am"
        She buried me in the golden globes of her buttocks, and I
licked her crack as she undulated back and forth. She lifted to afford
her students a clear view as I tickled the puckered circle of her
anus. The women breathed noisily as they watched. I extended my tongue
as much as I could and stuck just the end of it tentatively up Nora's
obliging asshole.
        Julie, the teen ager who sat with her mother's hand still
rubbing her panty covered crotch, said,
        "I've always dreamed of having boys do that! The way they paw
you, its disgusting. But this looks more like it."
        Nora teased me, allowing me to enter the ring of her asshole
only a half an inch or so, then rising away from me. She said,
        "That's enough for now, slutboy. Why don't we all retire to
the spa, and continue our discourse in more leisurely surroundings."
        She used her arm strength to curl me to my feet by the thin
leash attached to my dog collar. The women gathered themselves,
dressing and straightening themselves up. Nora draped the raincoat
over my shoulders, buttoning it over my nakedness, and then she pushed
me ahead of her, into the hallway, and into an elevator. The women
followed, Julie and Estelle arm in arm, the small blond woman
nervously toying with her watch.
Miss Tingley, my English teacher, stood in her green satin pumps, her
head lowered slightly, staring at me with her large bown eyes.
Nora pushed the up button and addressed her students,
        "This is a really good group. You're all healthy women, with
healthy strong drives. Wally," she addressed the tony blond by name, "
is married to a man twenty years her senior, who has been impotent for
the last ten, and who has not had a climax, other than from solitary
masturbation, in a decade. You saw how she hungered for slutboy's
cock, she was salivating for it. Then there's Julie, angry and
frustrated, disgusted at the concept of sex. We don't teach our
daughters very well, I'm afraid, about the power that lies in thier
sexuality."
        "And then there's Estelle, uninhibited and unafraid, used to
getting what she wants out of a man. Even a stranger, like slutboy.
Estelle has taken my teachings to heart."
        The elevator came to a halt. The aluminum door slid open, and
we walked into a small penthouse suite. There were rows of lockers,
and beyond them, a tiled enclosure with shower heads hanging from
above and pointing from the sides. Miss Tingley coughed, and asked,
        "What about me?"
        Nora said,
        "You're a special case, Barbara. Widowed at twenty-three, a
vibrant strong woman, carrying on. Trying the single's scene, leaving
same with empty hands and heart. Working everyday amongst young men
and women like Julie and Bobby, whose tight bodies and raging hormones
provoke the most disturbing fantasies as you stand at the blackboard,
forgetting what you are about to say. I'm so glad you came today,
Barbara."
        Nora embraced Barbara Tingley, towering over her. She brought
her head down and kisssed Miss Tingley on her full red lips. My dick
leapt under the raincoat. Hands grabbed me from behind.
        It was Estelle. She unbuttoned the raincoat and hung it in a
locker. She sat me on a bench and undressed, pulling her white peasant
dress over her head, her curly black tresses cascading through the
opening. Nora and Barbara were going at it passionately, grinding
their hips together, and sucking each others mouths noisily. Wally,
the tiny blond, plopped down next to me, facing in the opposite
direction. She was deeply tanned, except for three small triangles,
two at her breasts, and one at her V. Her tits were small but well
shaped. Her whole body looked well-toned, like she spent a lot of time
on the Nordic Track, working off her sexual frustration. She looked at
me shyly, then put a hand on my knee. Julie and her mother were
showering, then Julie entered the redwood door to the sauna. Estelle
returned to us, reached behind me and undid my cuffs. She said,
        "You kids have fun." Her eyes twinkled. I rotated my
shoulders, working out a kink, and Wally wrapped her little hand
around my sex. She said,
        "Lets go take a shower. I want you to run your hands all over
me."
        I followed her to the enclosure. Estelle had left the water
on, and we entered the blast. Wally undid her hair, and slicked it
back with the palms of both hands. Her face was beautiful, open.
She took my hands in hers and poured some liquid soap in them. She
said,
        "Do me. Touch me all over."
        I cupped her tits, and her nipples stiffened. I massaged them
in little spirals. They were small and shrivelled, but when I pinched
them their texture changed, and they became fuller, smoother. I
crouched slightly and kissed them, drawing them into my mouth and
sucking them hard. She held on to the back of my head with a grip that
pulled my short hair painfully. I knelt lower still, and fucked her
navel with my tongue, letting her move my head with her hands. The
shower spray combined on her body into rivulets that ran down her
belly and into her crotch. I followed the water, kneeling now, and
covered the whole of her sex with my open mouth. The water coursed in
my mouth, over my tongue as I pushed her mound, searching for the
split, and finding it, paying her back for her desire by worrying her
small button of a clitoris. Her arms stiffened, and she raised a leg
over my shoulder. Her vagina tasted bitter, and I coated it with my
spit. She said,
        "Stand up, please."
        She duplicated all my ministrations to her on my body. When
she knelt, in turn before me, she jacked off my dick with soapy hands,
looking at it with her mouth open and water running into her eyes.
        "I love your hard young dick. Its like a long cool drink on a
hot day."
        Nora and Miss Tingley stepped into the enclosure with us. Nora
was behind Wally, and I felt Barbara's full breast squished against my
back as she hugged me. Nora picked Wally up off the shower floor by
her armpits, then cradled her hands beneath Wally's tight little ass
and lifted her. Barbara reached around me and took my boy cock in
hand. Nora carried the small blond woman to me, and Barbara aimed me
at her sex. Wally spread her legs and Barbara used the helmet of my
dick to agitate her clit. Wally laced her hands around my neck, and
Barbara facilitated my pulsing prick,s entry into the sex-starved
housewife's box.
        Christ, she was tight. She was as slick as snot on a doorknob,
but so tight I felt every wrinkle in her sex tunnel as she pushed
against me, trying to swallow my sword. Nora rocked her back and
forth, with only a third of me in her. Her naked need and her tight
pussy enflamed and excited me. Nora said,
        "Fuck him, Wally, surround him. How does he feel.?"
        "Ooooooooooo, soooo goooood.!!"
        Nora let go of Wally without warning, and gravity brought her
airtight pussy slamming down on me. She held onto my neck for dear
life, shaking and moaning. Nora and Barbara stepped back, watching,
then dissappeared into the sauna. Wally turned her face to me, and
jammed her lips to mine. Her pointy tongue darted in and out of my
mouth like a hummingbird. She scissored her legs and began to hump on
my fifteen year old prick.
        She drew farther and farther off me with each stroke. Her
belly was striated with strain lines as she maniacly rode me. I
grabbed her ass and bounced her up and down like a yo-yo. She was
still tight, but slicker and wetter with every rut. She was panting,
her eyes closed tightly, her lips a thin line.
        Estelle strolled out of the sauna, sweaty and pink. She dipped
under Wally's keister, and licked out combined sexes with wide laps.
this was just enough to send Wally over the top. She went completely
rigid, and dribbled up and down on my cock, which felt like a board
filled with nerve endings. Her mouth formed an "O", and she yelled
heartily,
        "Oh!  Oh!  Oh!", with each downward trip on me. She shook her
head back and forth, sending great gobbets of water flying in all
directions. She placed a foot on the showerfloor and raised off me. My
pink and purple boydick bobbed up at her. She took it once more in her
hand and said,
        "Thank you, slutboy, thank you very, very much."
        Estelle rose, and took my leash in her hand. She beamed at me,
and said,
        "We need you in the sauna, slutboy."
        She rested her palm on me hardness, fingers pointing down, and
drummed her fingertips on my stiff cylinder.
        "Mmmmm, slutboy."

The Sauna


        I walked into the dimly lit sauna room, Estelle, grasping my
stiff prick, preceding me. I was hit by a blast of hot air, and my
nostrils stung as I breathed it in. Wally walked beside me, her hand
on my shoulder, sighing contentedly.
        Julie, Estelle's teen age daughter, sat on the highest of
three benches, her dark brown hair pulled off her face with a broad
headband. Her hair spread wildly down her back, giving her a leonine
quality. She was everyman's wet dream, at the precise apex of  her
development. She was ripe, I can't think of any other way to describe
it. In the heat of the sauna she glistened with sweat, and her tan
skin shined like a seal's. Her shoulders were thrown back, thrusting
her chest forward. As I stared at her my breath caught. Her breasts,
two cones of white flesh, were tipped with nipples like none I'd seen
before. Instead of an eraser-like tip emerging from her breast, her
entire aureole looked inflated, two puffed up domes sitting on the
ends of her tits. Her tummy was rounded, her thighs as well, she was a
sex-peach caught at just the right moment of succulence.
        She was cupping her hand between her thighs, working it back
and forth as she watched my English teacher, Miss Tingley, on a second
tier bench, slide an authentic-looking replica of a penis in and out
of her juicy pussy. Nora stood before the benches, rubbing baby oil
into her skin. She looked magnificent, six foot-two in her large but
perfectly shaped bare feet. She looked at me and said,
        "Ah, the real thing has arrived at last. Slutboy, go lay down
on the first bench, there." She pointed to the seat just below my
teacher.
        I lay down on my back, my cock flopping on my stomach. I was
hard, but not rigid. My fuck with Wally had been joyous, I was happy
to have given the fortyish rich lady so much satisfaction. She was
beaming, and sat at my head.
        Nora said,
        "Wally, I hope you found what you were looking for. As I said
earlier, this group represents a wide range of women's sexual desire.
Wally just wanted a good fuck," an appreciative laugh rose from the
women, " and, now, we turn to Julie."
        "Julie has reached the time in her life where she should be
happiest, and yet she is angry, frustrated, and fearful, although she
manifests a great deal of contempt as well. Wally desired nothing more
than a ride on a young fat cock; Julie is inundated by cocks, boys at
school, boys she dates, and she finds them intimidating and absurd,
both at the same time."
        Wally spoke up quickly,
        "That's not all I want, and I plan to get what I want from now
on!"
        Julie had sat forward, her forearms crossed on her knee, as
she listened to Nora speak about her.
        "Julie, I think your "problem" is one of empowerment. Come sit
there next to Barbara."
        Julie climbed down and sat next to Miss Tingley. She loomed
over my mid-section. At a loss at what to do with her feet, she
planted one on my stomach, and one on my thighs. Nora strode over to
us, and said,
        "Julie, I want you to realize your strength. This hormone
crazed boy lays at your feet, aroused, yet at your command! There is
nothing to fear from an erection." She poured baby oil on my groin,
dripping half the bottle on my fifteen year old dick. She bent at the
knees and took the heels of Julie's plump little feet in her hands.
She brought the girls soles together with my cock between them. My
prick throbbed as she pressed the teenagers soft pale soles into my
hardness. Nora carried Julie's feet up my column to my head, then
down, once, twice, again and again.
        I watched in disbelief and incredible excitement as Nora
jacked me off with this perfect princess' adolescent soles. Miss
Tingley had taken the bottle of baby oil and applied a liberal amount
to her own pale narrow arches. She pushed me back on the bench with
them, and pinched flaps of my skin by flexing her oily toes on my
stomach and chest. Estelle climbed up next to her, and, the next thing
I knew, she jammed one of her sinewy feet in my mouth, gagging me, as
she seemed hell-bent on making me swallow it.
        I moved my tongue wildly over Estelle's toes. Nora had incited
the three women to humiliate me with their feet, and I reveled in the
experience. I was a slutboy, I took every humiliation they dished up,
and loved it! Nora released Julie's luscious feet, and the teengirl
dropped my dick. She replaced her soles on the underside of my turgid
penis as it lay again on my belly, and put her weight on me. I felt
Wally's size fours fondling my nutsack. Julie's soles went into a
frenzy, pressing and rubbing me in opposite directions. Estelle
dropped to one knees beside my right ear, her other foot finding
purchase on the sauna floor. She said,
        "I gave you the tiniest taste of me earlier, now I want you to
try for more!"
        She opened her pussy to me with both hands. Her wild untrimmed
black thatch of pubic hair parted, revealing her nearly red lips. She
sat on my chest, her sex at my chin, and toyed with me. She said,
        "Taste me, slutboy, reach for my pussy with your nasty little
tongue."
        She moved up, and placed herself just out of reach. I craned
my neck, and by extending my tongue as far as I could, I could just
make contact with her hairy lips. I wanted her, I wanted to bury my
face in her, but she dallied with me, coming nearer, then pulling
away. Her daughter watched, smiling malevolently, and smashed my
throbbing dick beneath her perfect princess feet. Nora took in our
spectacle, then left the sauna.      Julie said,
        "I want him to kiss my ass, like he did to Nora."
        Estelle rose from my face and said,
        "Do it, baby, make this pervert kiss your ass!"
        The mother and daughter exchanged places, and I was suddenly
confronted by Julie's perfect pussy, her pubic hair trimmed short, and
bikini waxed into a narrow line up to her tummy. She said,
        "Oh, no, this isn't for you, sicko, you can look, but never,
ever, touch. You're gonna kiss my butt, not only that, you're gonna
like it. I saw you stick your icky tongue up Nora, and I want some of
the same treatment, understand?"
        This was too much. I let caution to the wind, and said,
        "Give me your ass, sit it down on my face, I want to worship
it, I....
        My little speech was interrupted by Julie, who crouched over
me, with her ass now over my mouth. Her buttcrack spread as Miss
Tingley pulled her cheeks aside, and there it was! Her asshole was a
dainty slit between her cheeks, no different in color from her thighs.
It looked so innocent, so pristine, unlike the puckered holes of the
mature women I was used to servicing. I tickled it with my tongue tip.
I laved it with wide licks, tasting her. She was like a delicate
mushroom. My eyes rolled back in my head as I wet her behind with my
saliva. She said,
        "Yes, lick me, buttboy, get me nice and wet."
        I pushed my tip into her tight ass slit, and met with virginal
resistance. I kept up my tongue-fucking, bit by bit gaining entry into
her ass. Estelle was stooping on the sauna floor at my hip, holding my
cock upright for Wally and Miss Tingley, who together were rubbing
their oily feet against me. They used my unit to massage and stroke
their feminine peds, their toes, their soles, their hard heels, the
dimples around their ankles. Miss Tingley delighted in pinching the
wrinkled skin of my testicles with her toes.
        Julie's tight teenage butthole gave way to the insistent
poking I gave it with my tongue, hugging it, and she began to ride it,
bouncing up and down on it. She hissed,
        "Ooooh, yessss, stick that boytongue up my asshole. Nnngngggg.
It's so nasty."
        Her anus became slippery with my spittle, and I increased the
tempo of  my tongue thrusts, aching to make her cum, pleasuring her
furiously. The firm grip her ass had on my tongue lit a fire in my
balls. Julie made bestial noises, pushing me farther into her ass. Her
ass responded to my insistent prodding by coating my tongue with
rectal mucus, her butthoney, and I hummed as I drank in her essence.
Estelle said,
        "Ride him, baby, he's made to please."
        She jacked my prick as the other two ladies lavished me with
their incredibly erotic feet. Julie leaned forward and buried my nose
in her pussy, and I inhaled deeply her earthy cunt-smell.
Her nubile clit rotated on the end of my nose, and that brought her
off.
        "NnnnngNnnnnnngNgnnnnng!"
        She leaned back, her full weight on my tongue, burying it to
the root in her adolescent asshole, and I made inarticulate sounds
deep in my throat as she spasmed around my tongue. She continued,
        "Ooooooooohoooh!"
        My prick, caught between one of Wally's feet, one of Miss
Tingley's feet, and Estelle's artful hand, erupted in a volcanic
orgasm. Wally placed her toes directly over my spewing peehole, and
caught my spurts with them. Miss Tingley dragged her foot up and down
me as I tensed and shot six long bolts of cum on Wally's tiny shrimps.
The boycum dripped slowly off them onto Miss Tingley's arch and
Estelle's pumping fingers.
        I think we all said,
        "Ahhhhhhhhh."



Julie stood up, and my tongue slid out of her with an audible pop. She
moved her hair back, out of her eyes, and said,
        "That was great. I'm going to make Larry do that to me the
next time we date."
        Estelle said,
        "I think Larry's in for a big surprise!"
        Wally scooted her child-like trim body up my chest. She sat on
me and waved her cum drenched toes under my nose, saying,
        "Lick these clean, now. You've go my toes all messy and now
you've got to lick it off!"
        Hearing her educated voice giving me these filthy directions
made the other women laugh. Miss Tingley said,
        "Way to go Wally! Yes, Bobby, we'd all like to see you clean
up your mess."    She shifted down her bench, and placed her own jizz
bedecked toes at my lips. I felt so ashamed when she called me by
name. I guess it was one thing to be an anonymous toy for strange
ladies, but this woman knew me, I would probably have her class again
next year in school. And I was ashamed because I wanted to do as she
requested. I wanted nothing more than to suck her toes until I had
drunk every trace of my boycum off them. Wally's toes were buried
under gobs of my seed, and I started with her. I took most of my slime
in one great mouthful, then concentrated on detailing her small toes,
taking care that I swirled around each one at least ten times. She
hummed as I probed between her diminutive digits,
        "Mmmmm, I can feel that all the way up to my womb."
        Miss Tingley stared at me with her big brown eyes, shifting on
the bench, and said,
        "Me, too."
        I didn't want to stop, Wally's tiny toes burned into my brain,
and I never wanted to stop when I found what I wanted. Miss Tingley
finally pushed Wally's feet aside with her own, saying
        "My turn, Bobby, go on, lick the sperm off your teacher's
foot."
        I glowed red as a lobster. Her words were driving me crazy
with lust and mortification. My mind danced with forbidden fantasies;
I was under her desk at school, worshipping her feet while the rest of
the class pointed and giggled; Miss Tingley sitting nude on the desk
top, whipping me with her blackboard pointer as I jerked off on her
pale white feet. I got to work, slurping and grunting, half in a
lascivious dreamworld and half in an unbelievable reality. I rubbed
the end of my tongue against the rough edge of  the toenail of her big
toe. I trapped the drops of my boyseed in my open lips and inhaled
them down my throat.  I imagined her toes were enlarged multiple
clitorises, and tried to take her to climax by licking them. I licked
and sucked, in a timeless zone of erotic pleasure.
        I alternated between Miss Tingley and Wally, sampling both of
their highly individualized delectable feet.
        My teendong, primed with the racing hormones of a red blooded
fifteen year old, had not had a chance to go soft after my cum, and
now engorged once more, as I wandered in an unholy wonderland,
kissing, licking and swallowing.
        Nora entered the sauna, carrying a large gym bag. She brought
it over to us, dropping it on the concrete floor of the hotroom. She
stood with her hands on her wide hips, golden and dripping with sweat.
We all stopped our carrying on, and all our attention turned to her.
She pushed her hands down her thighs, screeding off the sheen. I gazed
at her with crazed eyes, knowing that when she opened her mouth to
order us about that something wonderful and unexpected would happen.
She said,
        "Good, you're all doing fine. Julie, please sit up on the next
bench. Well, I see you're well on the way to solving the puzzle of
penises! A bit of well directed force, and they will do whatever you
wish. Next, I want to appropriate the power of the phallus for
yourself."
        She stuck her hand into the gym bag and pulled out a latex
cock, pink and veined. She next extracted a bizarre series of leather
bands. She inserted the dildo into an opening in the contraption, and
told Julie to stand. Nora leaned over me and wrapped the straps around
Julie's firm full thighs, around her hourglass waist, snapping and
adjusting. When she was done she stepped back and said,
        "Well, Julie, what do you think?"
        Julie appraised her new appendage with wide eyes. She stood,
her gorgeous tits incongruous with the flesh-toned dick hanging
perpendicular to her lithe body. She imitated jerking it off with her
right hand, pushing her chestnut hair of her face with the other. She
said,
        "Wow.     Now this I like.."
        The other women craned their necks to get a closer look. Wally
giggled behind a hand. Julie sat down, leaned back and extended her
arms on the top bench, her "penis" pointing at the ceiling, much like
the real thing. Her body glistened with sweat, and she looked at Nora
defiantly. She said,
        "Now what," more a statement than a question. Nora said,
        "Well, now we turn some tables. Get on your knees, boytoy,
kneel before your Mistress Julie!."
        I disentangled myself from the welter of feet that held me
supine to the bench. I raised myself to my knees in front of Julie,
who languished above me. She spread her knees, and I gazed with
adoring eyes her perverse mixture of pouting pussy lips below and hard
cock above. Nora said,
        "Tell slutboy what you'd like him to do for you. His posture
should indicate the appropriate command."
        Julie framed the base of the dildo with both hands, massaging
up and down. She looked down at me with laughing eyes, and said,
        "I feel like I've waited to say this for years," the women
laughed, "OK, slutboy, come get some. Come suck my dick, you slimy
worm!"
        A chill swept down my spine, despite the hot, hot room. I knew
I would comply, I had no choice, I was slave to my lust, and through
my desires, slave to this impish vixen waving a latex cock in my face.
I moved toward her, and she slapped my face with the dildo. I closed
my eyes so she would not injure them. She singsonged,
        "Open wide, little boy, I've got something for you."
        I let her push her dick into my mouth, and seized up in a
transgressional possession. My own boydick stretched its skin, the
feel of the phony cock's outline exciting me, humiliating me. Julie
pushed the cock forward, gagging me, saying,
        "Relax, tiger, I know you can take it all."
        I made gurgling sounds, relaxing my throat, as Julie made me
deepthroat her latex sextoy. She pulled it back until just the head
was resting on my lower lip. She jeered at me,
        "Don't play with it, bitch, work with it."
        I wondered what sort of boys she dated. I circled the head of
her prick with my tongue, then pulled back into my mouth using
suction. My cheeks dimpled as I inhaled her, and I made nasty sucking
noises as I gave her the best blowjob my fevered fifteen year old
boybrain could imagine. Nora said,
        "Straighten up, Bobby, I want to show Julie something."
        I unbent, and my own penis waved parallel with Julie's. Nora
raised on of her amazon feet and pushed me into Julie, who said,
"Ooof! Get off me you creep." Miss Tingley reached over and trapped my
cock and Julie's dingus in her grasp. My English teacher said,
        "He's a bit bigger than you, honey, but not by much."
        Estelle climbed over us, joining her daughter on her other
side. Nora handed her a pink vibrator, and said,
        "He may have a slight advantage in size for the moment, but
yours never gets soft."
        Miss Tingley tightened her grip, squeezing my dick close to
Julie's. Estelle, sweat dripping from her elbow, flicked on the
vibrator. She leaned down, her face close to our crotches, and teased
the tip of my boyprick with the buzzing toy. I would have leapt off
the bench but for Miss Tingley's iron hand holding me. I felt
something sliding under my balls, looked over my shoulder and saw Nora
sticking another vibrator between my legs. She used the humming
machine to explore my nuts, then deeper, into Julie's thighs. Julie
and I writhed as the two mature women dallied the vibrators over our
sexes. Julie gasped, closed her eyes, and pursed her lips. I knew Nora
had entered her adolescent pussy by the way she fucked her hips
against my cock. Estelle played her battery powered column playfully
up and down my bulging column, bouncing it on the shiny purple head in
a fiendish semaphore. Julie blasted my face with hot gusts of her
breath, puffing in time to Nora's thrusts. She snarled, showing her
bright, white teeth, her glorious head thrown back, her arms
straightened behind her, leaning on the bench behind her. She was
melting, cumming again and again, and she suddenly opened her savage
eyes and looked at me. She grabbed my head with one hand and smashed
our faces together. She kissed me, every muscle in her body tensing,
opening and raping my mouth with her tongue.
Then she leaned way again, flailing her legs and screaming joyfully.
Estelle stopped her teasing, sitting up and applying her vibrator to
one of Julie's nipples, increasing her daughter's volume.
        "AhhhhhooohhhhhhhhAaaaaaaaaaaaah!"
         Nora placed her huge hands in my armpits and lifted me. I
felt limp, yet aware. Miss Tingley said,
        "Let me have him, I want him in me."
        "Take him then, but follow my guidance," Nora replied.  My
mature teacher was now glowing red from the heat of the room, and the
heat of the sex she had been witness to. She reclined back on the
bench, stretched her legs, and clamped her soft soles around my
boyhood. She twisted on the seat like a snake, and said,
        "Bobby? Do you hear me? It's Miss Tingley. I have your cock,
can you feel my feet on your cock? I want it in my pussy, Bobby, I
want to fuck you until you scream."
        She whispered these words urgently, and I heaved my breath in
and out of my chest. I got down on my knees between her legs, and she
gripped instead now with fluttering fingers. I put a hand on either
side of her head, in her russet hair fanning out on the bench. She
lifted her legs and masturbated on my young dick, parting her lips
with me and agitating me against her clit. She said,
        "Kiss me Bobby."
        Our tongues danced, and she pulled me into her parted
cuntlips. Her box was slick with her arousal. I let my weight down
gently, filling her, burying my teendick to the root. She expelled a
great gush of damp warm breath. I lay there, still, wondering at the
moment, my dick impaling my English teacher. I felt a finger idly
toying with my anus. It was Wally, who rapidly replaced her digit with
her tongue. It was delightful, this oral poking of my bottom,
intoxicating. I began to follow the meandering of the older
housewife's busy tongue. Miss Tingley gripped my arms suddenly, and
said,
        "Don't move, Bobby, I don't want you to fidget."
        She tensed her inner muscles and milked my prick with her
vagina as the tiny blond behind me snaked her pointy tongue into my
anus. I felt movement behind me, and Wally was gone. Miss Tingley was
moaning and growling under me, and I felt a hard object poke my butt
crack. It was Julie! Kneeling behind me, holding her now greased pole
at its base, drawing it up and down, vexing my asshole. I surrendered,
internally. That is, I knew what was coming, and accepted it. I wanted
Julie to fuck me in the ass with her new-found phallus, fuck me like
the bitch slutboy I was.
Nora stooped down to the level of my face, and she told Miss Tingley,
        "Julie's going to fuck you now, Barbara, she's going to stick
her cock in slutboy's ass, and fuck you through him."
        Julie increased her efforts to violate my butthole, and was
rewarded with a loosening of my anal ring. She said, "Aha!", and was
in me, and she began a rocking motion with her hips, pinning me to
Miss Tingley with her weight as she fucked me slowly with her
strap-on. My anus received her, massaging her fake prick as she
treated me to a deep luxurious ass-fucking. My lips pulled back off my
teeth, and I panted like a dog. My boycock, enveloped by Miss
Tingley's warm wet cunt walls, jerked and flipped involuntarily with
each of Julie's instrokes. She clamped her eyes tightly, and gasped,
        "Yes, I can feel her, I can feel her fucking me with her big
fat cock."
        I felt it too. It was as if Julie's cock entered my asshole
and filled my own cock from the inside, and as I lay there still on
top of my beautiful wanton English teacher, I was the passive agent
for Julie's perverse fuck. A galaxy of stars appeared before my eyes
as Julie palpated my prostate through my rectal walls with her
fantastic dick. Estelle and Wally took up position above us. Julie
grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my head back. She said,
        "I want slutboy to fuck my mom, huh huh, I want him to do her
while I'm doing him."
        She pulled me back, back, so I ended up sitting on her lap,
still impaled on her, whining as the dildo pierced me to the limit.
Estelle lithely crawled over us, and squatted over us. She stroked me
and said,
        "I've been waiting for this, little man."
        Without warning she sat on me, and resting her hands on my
shoulders, fucked on me, each downstroked forcing more and more of her
daughter's dildo up my overheated asshole. She pumped in rapid short
jabs of her loins, bumping my shaved pubic bone with hers, rotating
her hips obscenely, rubbing my dick against different sides of her
vaginal walls with each stroke. The sauna filled with steam as Nora
turned a valve on the wall, raising the temperature twenty degrees in
as many seconds.
        I was going to blackout, the sensations and the fury of the
woman using me overcoming me. Julie bucked furiously, growling
"GrrGrrGrrr," and Estelle rubbed her puckered nipples on my dry lips.
I leaned my head back, and Nora took the opportunity to jump on the
bench and smash her cunt to my mouth in one graceful leap. I inhaled
deeply, and paid homage to her, my true teacher, my manipulator. Her
oversized clit dangled for me, and I pinched it in my lips. This was
Nora, I thought, this was Woman, and I opened my mouth wide and tried
to swallow her essence. She grabbed my scalp, and smashed her sopping
cunt over my face, smothering me. I felt Estelle leave, the scalding
air of the sauna blistering hot on me. Then, the tiny wealthy blond,
Wally, took her place, and I knew that I could only lean back and let
them use me like a borrowed mule. Miss Tingley followed, and they all
took turns riding my member. Each one felt unique, held my throbbing
boy cock differently in the grips of  their cunts. All were so wet
they left me glistening with their nectars.
        At last Nora pushed away from my worshipping mouth. She oozed
her long golden body down my torso and engulfed my penis. She looked
deeply in my eyes with her own amber orbs. She said,
        "You've been a good little slutboy, haven't you?"
        "Gggggh, yyyes mmmma'ammm."
        "Mmmm, you're very hard now, all the excitement of the last
few days has given you remarkable staying power. Would you like to cum
now, slutboy?"
        My lips quivered, and I said,
        "Yyyyes, mmmistress, please make me cum now!"
        "I think you deserve a special treat, Bobby, you don't mind if
I call you Bobby now?"
        She was calmly rendering me insane with her cunt muscles,
rippling them so they massaged me up then down.
Julie was beneath me, slowing down on her fuck rhythms, listening to
what was developing.
        Nora said,
        "I'm going to put you in my ass, Bobby, do you know how
special that is?"
        "Oh, Mistress!"
        I couldn't believe my ears! She lifted, and grasped me,
thrusting her hips forward. Miss Tingley let the rest of the baby oil
dribble on my reddened dick. The veins stood out on it and I could see
my pulse in the largest of them, the one on top that forms a question
mark on our sexes. I considered the question implied while Miss
Tingley circled her fingers around me and made sure every inch was
lubricated.
        Nora cocked her pelvis, and Miss Tingley kissed the large
striated circle of Nora's magnificent asshole with the bulging purple
head of my exhausted cock. Nora pumped on her legs, and my head was
lost from sight. Ten pumps and half of me was in the furnace of her
rectum. Thirty pumps and she was on me to the hilt. She squeezed me,
raising, and I cried from the beauty of the sensation. Julie renewed
her thrusts. Nora said,
        "Uuuuunnnggh, oh, Bobby, oooh, there's nothing like a cock up
your ass, isn't that right?"
        "OOOOh Christ yes!" I bellowed.
        She squatted and flexed, and Miss Tingley ran her hands down
between us, catching the base of my cock in one hand and Nora's
monstrous clit in the other. Nora divided her movements between
impaling her ass on me and rutting against Miss Tingley's pinching
fingers. Miss Tingley pressed Nora's clitoris between her index and
middle finger, and pulled its hood down, like skinning back a
foreskin. Nora barked,
        "Yeeessss, jack off my nasty clit!"
        She fell heavily on me, her boiling silky rectum making an
exquisite friction, her asshole shutting violently around me. She
raised a last time, her butthole kissing my prick on its most
sensitive place, right below the bloated head. I screamed,
        "OOOOOh shiiiiiiit!, and came, matching Nora's ass spasms, my
own ass clenching and releasing around the teen princess' latex probe.
I jerked and thrashed, trapped by Nora's girth. My penis filled to
bursting, and then shot gob after gob into Nora's fibrillating anus.
"OhhOhhhOhhhh."
        Nora sat down, fully impaling herself on my contracting
teendick. I felt my cum inundating her rectum. She tensed and lustily
exclaimed,
        "Yeeesss, cum a bucketful in my asss, Bobbyyyyy, yesssss."
        We hung, exhausted, on each other, still. My cock twitched and
spat out little squirts of cum every time Nora made the slightest
movement. Julie said,
        "My leg's asleep. Could you please move!"
        She pushed against my back. Nora extricated herself off my
lap, and my dick plopped out, crimson now from abuse, a drop of boycum
oozing from my peehole. I looked around at the women, everyone of them
my mistress, everyone of them able with a mere suggestion able to
compel me to the most debasing acts. I said,
        "Thank you, thank you," I paused, lost for words.
        They smiled at me, except for Julie, who smirked. Nora said,
        "Well, thank you, slutboy. Let's get out of this furnace and
let slutboy show us just how grateful he really is."
        As the ladies filed out, Nora pushed me once more to the bench
and lowered her fabulous golden ass to my mouth. She said
        "I've gotten dirty again, Bobby, wash me clean."
        I gazed at her perfection, seeping the seed of my love for
her, and put my open mouth over it. As I sucked, I thanked heaven for
my luck.