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Subject: {ASSM} Vickie's Mom Chapter 6 (FFffm Femdom, oral, anal)
Date: Tue,  6 Aug 2002 06:10:04 -0400
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VICKIE'S MOM CHAPTER 6

by Cinque Manson

"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 in life 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 swish. 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 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 from Nora and Vickie, who watched Joanie
vexing my 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 pink silk-wrapped 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, it will be quiet, 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 her's 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 handed 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 reprehensible actions
have pushed you aimlessly through life, without purpose. 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 up 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 from 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 service 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,
        "Yes, 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, facing 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 alleykittens.
        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 her 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 dumb 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 subtle tunnel that entrapped
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 hand I was inside my aching penis, was being whipped
into a frenzy by the fat and frayed 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 hand and jacked me viciously,
saying,
        "Come for me, Bobby, come for ME!"
        And I did, what seemed gallons. The first two spurts, 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 todo!"


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