part two

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.

"Ooooooooooyh!"

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.

VIckie's Mom Chapter 5
"Pink Panties, Red Panties"
By Cinque Manson



"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 sooooo 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 spoke softly in 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 reached under my ass and 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."

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!"


"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 den. 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 peck on the cheek. She said,

"I'll miss you, Bobby, I love you."

Joanie draped one of her estranged husband's discarded
Burberry 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 tomorrow 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 light weight wool suit, matching high heels, and fire engine red hose. 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 fine 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 fabric of
Nora's pantyhose scraped the underside of my teenprick like
sandpaper. I 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 ass 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 managed to smear scrambled eggs over most of 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 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 the dulcet tones of a seasoned showman 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-
something, 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 whistled 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. Nora said,

"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 correctly.
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 erectile event."

I moved my eyes around the room and watched the
women bending down to note my significant erectile 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. Here,
take 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 my 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 with 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 the 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."

Vickie's Mom Chapter 9
by Cinque Manson
"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 nether 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 ravished 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, my tongue slid out of her, and I watched in awe as her asshole, which had opened to accommodate my tongue-fucking, closed back tight and pristine. 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 epiphany.

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 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, immobile on
top of my beautiful wanton English teacher, I was the passive agent
for Julie's perverse fuck. A galaxy of candy-colored asterisks 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. Beneath me, Julie slowed her fuck rhythms, listening intently 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. Its veins were popping out 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 little cock!"

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.

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