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VICKIE'S MOM II (3/3)

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    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!"


That's all for now! Hope you enjoy, BBchurch.
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