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 to do!"
