It started out to be a normal day. I was fifteen, it was
summertime, I had gone over to my girlfriend Vickie's house for a
swim. She was leaving as I pulled up.
She had to go across town for the afternoon for an advanced
placement chemistry class at the junior college. I knew it would be OK
to use the pool while she was gone.
Vickie and I were more friends than lovers. The two brightest
kids in our high school, we "found" each other, and decided to date.
We made out a lot, but the one time I pushed her to have real sex, she
trembled and said she wasn't ready for that yet. She was genuinely
upset, and I liked her too much to press her about it. Anyway I had a
string of dumb little bimbettes I could call for a quick jerk-off in
the park, or sometimes a fast screw when their parents were out for
the night. I could afford to be generous with Vickie.
I entered the front door to Vickie's house and called out
hello. Nobody answered. Vickie's mom was the reason I felt so welcome
at their house. Nearly every other mom I knew hated my guts because
they sensed I just wanted to smoke reefer and fuck their daughters.
They were right.
But I was truly grateful to Joanie, Vickie's Mom. She set a
place for me at the table whenever I stopped by after school, assuming
I would join them for dinner. She conversed with me in a way that I
could tell meant she didn't think of me as just some dumb teenage
gland with legs.
Little did she know. Joanie was shorter than her daughter,
about five-six. She had short black hair in a pixie cut, long slanted
brown eyes above sculpted cheek bones.
She was in her early forties, had born four kids, but
maintained the body of a twenty-five year old. Once when Vickie and I
lay sunbathing by the pool, she had come out and joined us. I hid
behind sunglasses, but couldn't keep my eyes off her enormous tits,
bouncing beneath her bikini top as she walked around the edge of the
pool. Every part of her made me salivate. She sat in a lounge chair
next to me, with her feet to my head, and began leafing through a copy
of MS. magazine. I ogled her body when I felt she couldn't see. Wide
shoulders, delicate collar bones, full round breasts cupped by the
swim suit, creating a deep valley where they met. Narrow waist flaring
out to a wide womanly waist, a trace of belly, but flat from back to
front at the hips. Perfectly proportioned legs running down to
delicate ankles. And then her feet. I didn't know what it was about
her feet that aroused me so. I was a dumb teen, had no concept of
erotic notions beyond the quick feel of a boob or my prick spasming on
the sly, but Joanie's feet fascinated me.
I sat by the pool that day, staring at her finely formed feet,
tanned and narrow, widening slightly to her long toes. For some reason
her toes, their nails painted deep scarlet, gave me a rumbling feeling
in the pit of my stomach. As I stared, Joanie splayed her toes, then
idly brought one foot to the other's ankle and scratched an itch. My
dick was rock hard in my baggy shorts. I jacked off later that night,
and several times again, fantasizing about her feet. I didn't want to
think about it too hard, I just knew that Joanie was working her way
into my mind and cock.
I thought I was alone in the house that day, and went upstairs
to shower before I hit the pool. The master bedroom had the best
shower, so I strode upstairs to Joanie's bedroom. I showered
leisurely, grabbed one of Joanie's thick towels and padded into the
bedroom. Something on top of the bureau caught my eye.
It was a photograph of Joanie, naked, in the shower stall I
had just vacated. I was thunderstruck. Her body was white where the
bikini tan lines were, and the whiteness of these forbidden parts, her
tits and loins, blazed obscenely out of the picture. My dick pulsed
and grew. I guessed that Joanie's estranged husband, Jim, had taken
the shot. Joanie expression in the photo was surprise, but not shock.
Just mildly surprised. She was frozen in the act of washing her hair,
arms raised, hands massaging her scalp. Her big breasts, nipples erect
and huge to me, who'd never seen a true woman nude before, were lifted
by the attitude of her arms. Her pubic hair, a thick thatch of black
hair, stood out in sharp relief against the whiteness of her skin. She
looked out towards the photographer.
I sat down on her bed and rubbed my dick through the towel,
staring at the picture. I opened my wrap, and spit in my hand. I
grabbed my dick and massaged the spit on the head, staring bug-eyed at
the photo of my girlfriend's mom.
My dick felt huge to me, bigger and harder than it had ever felt. I
felt like every nerve in it was alive and attentive, responding to the
image of my girlfriend's mother. I began to increase pressure on it,
whacking myself into a frenzy.
"What the hell is going on here!"
I looked up from the picture to see Joanie standing in the
doorway, hands on the doorjamb, watching me with a slack jaw. She
looked far more surprised in real life than she had in the snapshot.
She had been down at the pool! She was wearing her pink floral bikini,
and I saw a flush rise from her chest and blush her fine facial
features.
There I sat, stupidly clutching my erect dick in one hand, the
picture of Joanie in the shower in my other. Joanie moved from the
doorway to the bed and stood in front of me.
"Well, I'm not going to ask you if you like that picture or
not, because its plain to see you appreciate it."
I tried to stammer an answer and wrap the towel around my
hardness at the same time. Joanie moved closer to me and stepped on
the end of the towel, trapping it. I couldn't pull enough to cover my
erection and all I could do was look up at her. I offered her the
picture, and she grabbed it from me and tossed it over her shoulder.
"You've gotten a good look at me, now its my turn. Put you
arms back and lean on them." She spoke evenly but forcefully. I was
overcome with shame, at being caught in her bedroom with a picture of
her I had found by snooping through her things, and then the worst,
masturbating to it on her own bed. I did what I was told. My head was
spinning as she looked at my dick throbbing. She stood in her bikini,
her naked thighs rubbing silkily against the inside of my knees,
spreading my legs, with her hands on her hips.
"You like playing with that while looking at my picture?" She
pointed a scarlet nailed finger at my twitching pecker.
I could only mumble and nod my head up and down. She reached
down a hand and dragged a fingernail lightly and slowly up my dick.
When she reached the head she stopped, and wrapped her fingers around
it. I was numb with fear and desire.
"I think you should be punished for snooping around in my
private things, don't you.?" I nodded yes as she gripped my cock. She
held it without moving, then took a finger tip and rubbed lightly on
the ridge under the head. I leaned back involuntarily and groaned.
" I also think you should be punished for the gall of sitting
on my very own bed and playing with this", she gave my cock a sharp
jerk, "and taking liberties of all sorts, don't you think so?" I would
have confessed to anything to keep her from stopping the maddening
sensation of her hand wrapped around my cock, just below the head, and
her finger waggling over the most sensitive part.
"Stand up", she ordered, releasing me and standing away from
the bed. I stood, my head down, my arms at my side, abject, but my
dick was standing proud and straight from my stomach. She walked over
to the chest of drawers and pulled out ... a pair of handcuffs.
"Turn around and put your arms up there", she pointed to the
top of the posts of the four post bed. When I complied she came up
behind me and slipped the pair of handcuffs around my wrists and to
the posts, leaving me spread from the waist up.
I heard her open a drawer, and shuffle its contents. Then I heard her
approach me.
"I think I can teach you some very valuable lessons today,
about respecting people's property, and about giving women pleasure."
On the last word I felt a sharp slap on my ass. This was followed by
ten more even strokes. I pulled away from them, but could not escape.
Then I felt Joanie's palm as she rubbed the areas of my buttocks that
she had just tormented. My skin turned hot and responded to her touch
like a dog responds to the touch of its owner. She moved to my side
and I saw she had taken her bikini top off. Her breasts stood
cantilevered from her body, tanned brown about half-way down, then
whiter where her bikini line started, crowned with huge nipples, their
aureoles the size of silver dollars, the nipples corrugated with
bumps, nipples standing erect and full. They had little holes at the
tip, like little dicks.
She stood beside me and looked up in my eyes. She held up her
right hand and I saw she held a riding crop for my inspection. She
raised her hand and drew the riding crop under my chin. Her left hand
rubbed over her tits, grazing the nipples with the tips of her
fingers.
"You're just a little pervert, did you know that?"
I didn't answer. She lowered the crop to my chest.
She said, "You'd better answer me." She flicked the riding
crop against my right nipple. She flicked it again, and again. Tears
came to my eyes.
"Come on", flick, "talk to Mommy." Flick.
When she said the word "mommy" I groaned. My cock jumped
towards my stomach. Joanie didn't miss this little exercise. She knelt
on the bed, and walked on her knees until she was right in front of
me. Sitting on her knees she was at eye level with me. She looked into
my eyes and asked again, "You're just a little pervert, aren't you."
She began to use the riding crop to bat my dick back and forth slowly.
She tugged at her own nipple with the scarlet nails of her left hand.
I had to answer, "Yes."
Joanie took my cock in the palm of her left hand. She gave my
nuts a flick of the riding crop in her right hand. I jumped. She said,
"You're a little pervert who likes to jack off to pictures of
Mommy. Isn't that right." She rubbed my balls with the end of the
crop. When I didn't answer straight away she snapped the crop against
my balls once more.
"Yes, ohh yes, I'm a pervert."
Joanie moved her left hand up and down my cock, touching me so
lightly I strained to push against her. She whispered,
"Yes, little pervert, and what did Mommy catch you doing?"
"You caught me masturbating."
She moved closer to me and began rubbing her huge erect
nipples against my chest. When the stiff tips of her large nipples
touched my own erect nipples a sensation like an electric shock spread
down from my chest to my straining penis. She said,
"Tell me again and call me Mommy."
She let the riding crop drop to the bed, unwrapped her fingers
from my cock and held my head in her hands. She looked me straight in
the eye and said in a steady tone,
"Come on, pervert, tell me what I caught you doing."
I paused, then said,
"You caught me jacking off to your picture, Mommy."
She closed her eyes and shuddered.
She leaned way from me, pinching and twisting the nut brown
nipples of her pendulous breasts. She reopened her eyes and said,
"You won't tell anyone about us, will you, little pervert?"
"No, maam."
"No, what?"
She was stroking me again, hunched over, looking at my bulging
cock. In my short life I had never been so full and hard. I felt like
my whole body had a hard-on.
I said it,
"Never, Mommy, I won't tell anybody."
"Good", she said and dropped my meat like a hot potato. She
took a couple of steps back from me on her knees. She stood up on the
bed, put her hands on her hips and looked down at me.
"Now for your lesson", she said, and bringing her hands flat
down her sides to her hips she shucked the bikini bottom off. She
lifted one foot, then the other, stepping out of them, and in the
process, stepping back to me, cuffed to the bedposts, until my face
was buried in her tan brown belly. I smelled her, her skin, spicy like
cinnamon, still warm from the sun, and felt like I'd drunk a six pack
of Old English. She turned around, and now my nose was level with the
top of her butt crack. She said,
"Have you ever eaten a girl out, little pervert? Well, you're
going to eat me out now, starting with my ass. Think you'll like
that?'
"Yes Mommy, I love to eat girls out. Please let me eat you."
"I think I will."
She bent at the waist, her large ass suddenly pushing against
my face. She grabbed her cheeks with her hand and spread them. I
stared at her obscene asshole, which she pulsed, popping it out at me
like a sea anemone.
"Stick out your tongue, come on, lick Mommy, she really needs
it, come on little pervert, lick your Mommy."
I did as I was told. She doubled over, on all fours, and her
ass and pussy were finally at the same level as my mouth. I opened my
mouth and began to lick her thighs, the creases where her legs met her
hip, and finally her ass crack, netted with thick black hairs. I ran
my tongue up and down her crack, and she rocked back and forth,
placing different parts of her behind over my lapping tongue. Joanie
lifted a bit and I moved my tongue over her asshole, circling it in
broad swipes.
"Mmm, that's it, lick my asshole. I want you to stick your
pervert tongue up my ass."
I would have walked down Main Street as naked as a jaybird if
she had told me. I was insane with lust. I pointed my tongue and
jabbed it at her puckered anus. She pushed against me, and as my
saliva lubricated her hole, I felt my tongue enter her, a quarter of
an inch at a thrust. Joanie relaxed her asshole and I felt the tunnel
of her anus sliding and engulfing my tongue. She was fucking my face
now, pulling away and bashing back in, and my tongue slid all the way
in her ass each time she pushed back.
"Oh yeah, fuck my ass, boy, fuck me good with your pointy
little, tongue, you pervert. Make Mommy come all over your face. Oh
oh".
I guess she came again. She pushed one last time against my
tongue and stopped, leaving my tongue up her. Her ass spasm around my
tongue. I could barely breath and I felt my eyes roll up into my head.
I had known grownups did nasty things, but I had no idea why until
then. I was having a brain rush orgasm as Joanie twitched her ass
muscles around my tongue. She finally fell on the bed, twisting over
so she lay on her back.
"Good little pervert, you did that pretty well, considering
what a bad angle you had to work from. Maybe next time I'll sit on
your face. That would be nice, wouldn't it little pervert?"
"Yes, Mommy". I was a fast learner.
She scooted a little closer to me on the bed.
"Poor little pervert, I've cum twice and you're just hangin'
around, waiting for Mommy to take care of you. Do you want Mommy to
make you cum?
Did I ever.
"Yes Mommy, please let me cum."
Joanie wiggled around on the bed like she was scratching an
itch she couldn't reach. She was unbelievably sexy to my fifteen year
old over heated brain. She sat up a little, leaning on her elbows. She
brought her left foot dragging up my right leg, describing circles to
my thigh, then insinuated her toes along the inside of my upper thigh.
She ran the top of her high arch under my balls, applying a light easy
pressure.
"Poor little pervert nutsack. Look at how your little pecker
jumps when Mommy puts her foot on it."
Joanie pulled her foot back and then ran the white sole flat
up the length of my cock. I was shivering. This felt so nasty.
No back seat jack off with some dumb freshman girl even came close. My
girlfriend's unbelievable dirty mom was running her narrow, perfectly
proportioned foot up and down my bouncing tumid dick. She spread her
toes, white in between where the sun never reached, and pressed under
the head of my cock, and caught me between her big toe and the middle
one. She masturbated me with one foot and brought her other foot up
under my balls. She used the big toe of that foot to probe my ass and
rub the sensitive space between my balls and asshole.
"Come on, little pervy, shoot for Mommy, shoot your cum all
over Mommy's toes. You're such a dirty little boy, Mommy wants to see
you come on me."
It was irresistible, finally. It felt so good I wished it
would never end. But when she sandwiched my cock between the soles of
her feet and massaged me using an increasingly rapid rhythm, I could
hold back no longer. I arched my back and let fly. My cock shot three
globs of spunk in a high arch, landing on Joanie's shelf-like breasts.
Using some of my cum as a lubricant, Joanie rubbed her feet all over
my dick and nuts, coaxing out four more spurts in decreasing strength
and amount of jism. I had never cum like that before, didn't even know
it was possible.
Before I had merely ejaculated, but this time had been the combination
of shame; shame at being caught, shame at being so aroused before my
girlfriend's mother, the shame of my helplessness, and shame at my
twitching cock's enthusiastic response to her beautiful feet brought
me to my first orgasm. I slumped, hanging by the handcuffs, limp.
Joanie got back up on her knees. She took hold of my head
lifted it and guided it to her tits, where the bulk of my thick cum
sat in puddles. One string hung off her nipple. She said,
"Clean Mommy's tits, be a good boy now, lick your cum off
Mommy's tits."
I had been dying to kiss Joanie's breasts since I'd first seen
her. They had given me a boner the first time I'd seen her in her
lounging around by the pool in her bikini. Now she was inviting me to
kiss them all over, but with a catch. I'd been through a lot, grown a
lot that afternoon, but this was counter to all I'd ever understood
about sex and manhood. I looked at her stiff brown nipple, wet with
the pearly translucence of my cum. She brought my head firmly towards
her breasts and I opened my mouth.
I fought the strong reaction to gag as my mouth surrounded her
nipple, covered with my slime. It tasted a little like the ammonia
that my mom used to clean the bathroom, a little like the chlorine in
Joanie's swimming pool. As I washed Joanie's nipple clean of my cum, I
realized that this wasn't so bad after all. None of it was. I was
Joanie's little pervert slutboy, and I was lucky she'd let me
tongue-fuck her asshole earlier and doubly lucky now as I formed my
tongue into a tube and began to suck on her tit like I'd seen Linda
Lovelace do to a dick in that eight millimeter porno movie Richie
Murphy stole from his dad.
"MMM, nice. But your missing some over here, cum-licker."
I wanted her to call me every filthy name in the book. I
wanted her to tell me to do nasty things some more. I left her nipple
and washed the rest of her chest clean of spunk. I cupped my tongue
and washed the deep valley between Joanie's breasts. I was fifteen,
young and eager, with my girlfriend's forty year old mothers perfect
silky titflesh splashed with my spume under my tongue. I was getting
hard again. Joanie felt my dick poking her in the belly, and ran her
finger tips over it. She took a finger and rubbed the peehole on the
head of my cock. I was still slimy down there, and her touch drove me
wild.
"I think I'm clean enough for now. You didn't take long to get
nasty again, did you, little pervert. Did it excite your little dicky
to clean your cum off Mommy's tits?"
"Yes, Mommy."
"Yes what?"
"Yes mommy, my dick is really hard. Its hard for you, Mommy.
Its always hard for you."
"You know, you're going to be a good little boy for Mommy. I
think I can let you down for a while."
She jumped off the bed and went behind me to the bureau. She
came up behind me, reached up, and unlocked the hand cuffs. I rubbed
my wrists.
Joanie hugged me from behind, pressing her tits against my
back, reaching around me and handling my dick with both hands. I felt
proud of my dick, tall and hard, and proud that a mature beautiful
woman like Joanie would stoop to teach a slug teenage boy like me.
Joanie pushed me onto the bed and said,
"Roll over, my little slutboy."
I did. She straddled me, and waddled up my body on her knees.
She leaned her tits in my face, and jiggled them back and forth. She
sat on my cock and ground her cunt against it. She stuck her butt out
so she could rub the underside of my prick against her clit.
Her breathing was strong, puffing out of her nostril like a
dragon's steam
"Oh yeah, uh, know what I like, huh, I like using your cock to
get me off, huh huh huh. I like rubbing my old hairy pussy on your
slimy hard dick, huh, your nasty teenage stiffy, huh."
She did like it. She was dragging her hairy cunt in long
strokes over my boner. She pushed down, and I could feel her cuntlips
spreading. She was soaking my dick in her juices. She sat straight up
on me, and used her fingers to spread her cuntlips as wide as they
would go. I looked down and saw my cock head pressed flat against my
stomach, disappearing and reappearing in Joanie's bush as she slid
back and forth.
"Tell me, pervert, did you, huh, ever fuck Vickie, hush, did
you ever put this thing in my daughter?"
"No, Mommy, she wouldn't let me." I was panting now, too.
"I didn't think so. Well, today's your lucky day, slutboy, cuz
Mommy's gonna pop your cherry."
I didn't care whether I'd screwed some little bitches in the
back seat of some one else's car, Joanie was right, I was a virgin,
compared to her. She could take me to sexual heights I could never
have found in the panties of immature little teengirls or in the pages
of my girlie magazines. She said,
"I'm gonna fuck you like a cowgirl, and you're never gonna
forget it."
She twirled around, facing my feet, and grabbed my dick. She
pointed it at herself, raised up and impaled herself on me in one
stroke. My dick felt like it was engulfed by an oven. Joanie's vagina
was super hot, and super slick, as I found out when she started
bouncing up and down an me. My cock slipped in and out her pussy
making obscene slurps with every stroke. She was incredibly tight for
a mother of four kids. On the outstrokes she clenched her cunt muscles
tightly around me. I felt I was being milked. Every muscle in my body
was tensing in anticipation of my cum. My thighs were like bars of
iron as she bounced on me so fast it was driving my teenage brain to
the brink of insanity.
I was getting close, almost there, I was groaning and panting. Joanie,
the sexual expert, intuited when I was right on the brink and jumped
off me. She kneeled next to my hips, grabbed my aching dick and
started jacking me off in deft quick movements.
"Cum for Mommy again, show Mommy how you like to fuck and
suck, you dirty filthy little boy."
I didn't need the encouragement, I bucked my hips off the bed
in time to her fist flying on my cock. She placed her face over the
head of my cock, opened her mouth and ran her tongue around and around
the head of it. I started to cum and she pointed my dick into her
mouth. I sprayed her tongue with more of my boyseed. Three spurts this
time, and I fell back on the bed, exhausted in body and mind.
Joanie crawled up the bed until her face hovered over mine.
She took my face in her hands, lowered her mouth and we tongue kissed,
our saliva and my cum mingling in our mouths.
We lay there for about half an hour, our arms wrapped around
each other, then Joanie slowly raised herself on an elbow. She idly
ran the end of her index finger over my lips, down my chin, down my
neck, a couple of times around my nipples, around my navel, and then
to my boy cock. She ran her finger tip along its length, watching it
hop and begin to grow again. She said, "You better get out of here
before you get caught again, you delicious little slutboy."
As I left, the towel wrapped around my waist, my stiff dick
waving in front of me, Joanie said one last thing to me.
"As long as your little dickie gets hard for me you can come
and play." I looked at her, stretched out on her side, her breast
still gleaming from our play, her delectable toes that I wanted to
lick like popcicles, her black bush, her thick pink pussylips, and I
knew. Whatever it took to get back here, I would do, no matter how
humiliating.
The summer before my sixteenth birthday proved to be a
chaotic one, for myself and nearly everyone close to me. My parents
were getting a divorce, and spent all their time fighting. They barely
noticed when I moved out. Vickie's mom, Joanie, had invited me to stay
in the attic bedroom at her house, giving me a place to hide from the
exhibitions of acrimony at my house.
She told me, in front of Vickie, that she sympathized with me, she was
going through a divorce with her husband Jim, and had asked him to
move out rather than subject her kids to their bickering. I wondered,
to myself, how much of her invitation had to do with the incredible
sex session we had shared a month before, when she had caught me
beating my meat, in her bedroom, holding a photograph of her nude. She
hadn't made any further overtures to me since then, and I was lost in
a fog of confusion and lust whenever I was near her.
I had made some clumsy attempts at duplicating some of the
things that Joanie had shown me with a girl I used to call up
periodically and fuck around with. She was a year younger than me, and
though she enjoyed me munching her pussy, she balked when I tried to lick
her asshole. And when I tried to get her to jack
me off using her pert little toes, she curled up in a ball on the
sofa, holding a pillow between us and said I was a weirdo, and that if
I didn't leave she would tell her big brother what we'd been up to,
and he would beat the shit out of me. I left, with aching balls, not
knowing where to turn.
Vickie and I continued our more or less chaste relationship. I
hadn't asked her to have sex with me after her confession that she was
a virgin. Now that her mom and I had done so many dirty things
together I felt guilty about approaching her again. We still made out,
kissing and fondling, but Vickie seemed happy to leave it at that, and
I was secretly relieved.
I moved into the attic room without incident. Vickie's three
younger sisters had all left home for summer camp, Vickie spent almost
all day at Gifted Summer school, and Joanie was active on half a dozen
volunteer committees and hardly ever at home. I was alone most of the
time, in a great big house, with all I could eat and drink, and a
swimming pool in the backyard to boot. But I was miserable.
I wanted to have Joanie show me more stuff. I wanted her to
play with my cock some more, call me all kinds of names, make me cum
and then make me lick it up. I was depraved, and horny as hell.
The only release I had came one morning as I lay in bed
reading. I heard footsteps at my door, then an envelope slid under it.
The footsteps receded. I got up, walked to the door and picked up the
envelope. It was blank and inside was a sheet of paper, folded around
a photograph. On the outside of the folded paper Joanie had written
one word, "Patience". Inside she had placed the picture that had
gotten me in so much trouble. On the back of it she had inscribed,
"Don't wear it out!" What a card.
The picture was more exciting now than when I first saw it. I had
sucked on those incredible large nipples, ran my tongue aver their
bumpy surface. I had lain with my stiff dick in between those soft
brown thighs, while Joanie brought us both off with grunts and sweat.
I spent the rest of the morning in an onanistic frenzy, until, after
five ejaculations and completely spent, I went downstairs to eat
something.
A few more days passed like this, whacking my meat in a fever,
then shuffling around in despair that anything else would ever happen
again between Joanie and me. I was laying on my bed one afternoon,
depressed, reading a novel, when I heard splashing outside. I walked
to the window and looked down into the backyard. Joanie was sunning
herself in the same bikini that she'd worn that day. Someone was
swimming in the pool, and when they emerged from the water I saw that
it was Sandy, Vickie's step-brother Junior's girlfriend. Junior was in
college out of state, and come home for the summer. He worked all day
in a division of his dad's company , and partied elsewhere most
nights, so we rarely saw him. His girlfriend Sandy was eighteen, a
high school dropout, and was happy just to hang around with a rich
college guy with lots of money. Junior liked having her hanging around
too, treating her like his maid, having her do his laundry, and other
chores, like polish the chrome on his motorcycle. To each their own, I
thought.
Sandy was a bikini-beach blond, with long straight hair, and a
body that wouldn't quit. Looking down at the two of them I noticed how
similar her figure was to Joanie's, voluptuous to the point of
exaggeration. Sandy's body won't look like that when she's forty, I
thought to myself somewhat smugly. I started rubbing my dick bulge
against the window casement as I watched the two women sunbathing
below. I focused first on Joanie, my obsession, then shifted my gaze
to Sandy. I wondered how her toes, nails painted shocking pink, would
feel wrapped around my unit. I became quite hard. I undid my fly and
fished my peter out. I was getting a slow steady rhythm going when I
glanced once more over to Joanie. She was shading her eyes, peering
straight up to the window where I stood, pulling on my cock. She had a
real knack for catching me in the act. She called out,
"Hi, come on down, its too beautiful a day to hide up there."
What could I do. If she'd asked me to jump out the window I
think I would have done it. I jammed my meat back into my cutoffs and
skipped the stairs leading downstairs. By the time I walked through
the kitchen my dick was no longer fully erect, but none the less hung
heavy in my shorts.
Sandy and Joanie lay side by side in relining beach chairs.
Joanie had on her pink floral print bikini and Sandy was wearing a
really skimpy black number, so small her full tits peaked out from the
bottom of her cups. Joanie gestured for me to sit in a chair at their
feet.
Joanie said,
"We were discussing relationships, and I was telling Sandy I
think she sells herself short with Junior. I certainly wouldn't do his
laundry, and I'm his step-mother."
She took a sip from her diet pop and looked over at me.
"Take Bob here, he and Vickie have a great relationship, based
on respect."
Sandy smiled at me. I'm was sure she couldn't have cared less
what a couple of teenagers three years younger than she thought or did
about anything.
Sandy said,
"But I love Junior, at least I think I do. Aren't I supposed
to do things for a man, if I love him, I mean."
"Sometimes. Sometimes its nice to get a man to do things for
you. Its nice for the man, too," Joanie replied.
Joanie lifted a leg and, pointing big toe, poked my knee, and
said,
"What do you think, do you like doing "stuff" for a woman?"
I had been lost in the same erotic reverie I always inhabited
when I was close to Joanie. My brain was mush. I answered,
"Yeah, it feels good to do stuff for girls, uh, women, I
mean."
Joanie let the sole of her foot rest on my knee. She said,
"I know you do. You've shown me how much you like it. You
know, Sandy, Bob and I have a special relationship. Its one I think
might be helpful for you. Would you like to feel more in control in
your love life?"
Sandy looked from Joanie to me. She smiled and said, "I
guess so. I always wanted to be a little stronger with men."
"Good, Sandy, I knew you would. Sandy, I have a special
nickname for Bob, I call him my slutboy, can you guess why?"
Joanie scooted to the end of the beach chair. She sat with one
leg on the patio and the other raised and resting on my thigh. She
said,
"Because he'll do anything I tell him to, isn't that right,
slutboy."
I couldn't control myself, I answered immediately,
"Yes Mommy."
"See, and he's so eager", Joanie said , looking over to Sandy,
eyebrows raised, as if I'd said something witty.
Sandy giggled, squirmed in her chair and raised herself a little to
see my degradation better. Joanie brought her foot off my knee,
straightening her leg and caressed my chin with the tops of her toes.
I closed my eyes momentarily and took a deep breath. It was glorious
to feel her touch again.
Joanie said to Sandy,
"Watch this and learn. Slutboy, I want you to lick my poor
tired feet. You'd like to make them feel better, don't you?"
"Yes Mommy", I said in a monotone, hypnotized by the sound of
her voice.
I looked down at her foot, now hovering in front of my face. I
took her slender ankle in my hand and took in the high narrow arch,
the delicate flare of her foot to her toes, the wonderful array of her
toes, with the white, untanned valleys in between them. I opened my
mouth and took her big toe inside it. I washed her toe, circling my
tongue around it. Inspired, I started sucking it, and rocking my head
back and forth, like I was giving her toe a blow-job. I took her foot
in both hands and spread her big toe from the rest of her foot. I
pointed my tongue and butterflied the space between her toes as if
there were a clitoris there. My cock had grown totally erect in my
shorts, but because I was bent over ministering to Joanie's foot, it
was hidden. I felt abject and excited all at the same time. What could
Sandy, a gorgeous girl three years my senior be thinking of this?
"Mmmm, I love it when boys do this. Has Junior ever done this
to you?" Joanie was leaning back in a glamour girl pose while I
lathered her toes with saliva. She was swinging the leg I was not
kissing back and forth lazily, enjoying herself.
"Nope", said Sandy. She seemed dazed, leaning forward, elbows
on her knees watching intently as I held Joanne's foot and with the
wide part of my tongue bathed her white sole with long licks. Joanie
turned her head to Sandy and asked her,
"Would you like my little slutboy to lick your feet, Sandy?
I'm sure he'd love to."
Sandy's eyes got wide and she sat straight up. I'm sure she
was a surprised at the way things were turning out as I was. She sat
for a moment with her hands on her knees, watching my mouth swallow
Joanie's toes again. At last she whispered, "Yes, make him do those
dirty things to me too."
Joanie told me to stand up. I let go of her foot and got up
from the deck chair. My boner stretched the front of my cutoffs,
hidden no longer. The head was peeking out of the waistband,
distorting it. Joanie dragged her foot over my bulge and said,
"Look how nasty our little slutboy gets when he licks Mommy's
feet." She pressed and rubbed as I stood with my hands at my side.
Sandy's eyes widened and she said,
"It looks so hard. I didn't know boys got so turned on kissing
girl's feet."
Joanie said,
"You don't know the half of it. Take off those shorts, you
little pervert, they're not hiding much anyway."
I undid the buttons of my fly, Joanie continuing to rub my
cock with her feet through the cloth. I pulled down my shorts and
underwear in one motion, proud to show off my hardness to these women,
proud to show how big Joanie made my dick.
Joanie ran her toes up and down my dick as Sandy watched.
Finally Joanie said,
"Get on your knees and crawl over to Sandy."
I got on my knees and crawled in front of the voluptuous blond
in the black bikini. My penis pointed to the sky, the head purple.
Joanie instructed her to hold out one of her feet. She then told me to
stand up on my knees, and not to move.
Joanie joined Sandy on the same recliner, sitting next to her
facing me. Joanie said,
"Sandy, do yourself a favor, feel this slutboy's dick between
your toes. There's nothing like it", and Sandy slid her pale pink foot
up from the patio and along my leg, coming to a stop at my cock. She
looked me in the eye and then stroked the tip of her toe along the
length of me. I sucked my breath in sharply. She traced the ridge of
my urethra up to the thin membrane attached to the head, then rolled
my dick against my belly with the ball of her pale foot. Sandy's face
was flushed, her head hung down and she watched in rapt fascination as
my cock jerked and twitched under her touch. Sandy took her big toe
and slid it over the hole on the tip of my dick, sliding on the string
of precum that oozed out.
"Kiss her feet, my little pervert, show her what its like to
be worshipped by a slutboy." I'd never heard the phrase "worship" used
this way before, but of course Joanie was right. I was worshipping, I
wanted to worship these beautiful women with my tongue and cock.
Joanie was leaning forward, squeezing her breasts through the cups of
her bikinis. Her brown eyes blazed. She wrapped her hand around the
ankle of the foot Sandy had been using to fondle me and brought it to
my mouth.
Joanie didn't need to tell me to open my mouth. I gave her the
same treatment I had given Joanie, sucking and laving her pink toes
and grazing her soles with my teeth. My eyes rolled back in my head as
I was overcome by shame and arousal.
"Kind of tickles, ooh, that feels good though," as I simulated
a blowjob on her big toe. She turned her foot sideways, so I could
attend to her ankle.
I glanced up and noticed Joanie was rubbing her hand on
Sandy's upper thigh, moving closer to her crotch with each movement. I
began kissing the warm calf of Sandy's calf, mesmerized by the
movement of Joanie's hand, which was now rubbing inside Sandy's thigh
right at the edge of her skimpy bikini bottom.
"Does Junior ever eat you, honey, does he put his mouth on
your sex and please you that way?" Joanie asked in a breathy whisper.
Sandy, breathing irregularly, replied in a small voice,
"No, no matter how much I beg him."
Joanie pulled Sandy's leg up and crossed it over her own,
spreading Sandy's thighs and exposing her crotch. I was idling,
licking the tender back of Sandy's knee, and staring at her crotch,
where her bikini bottom was stretched taut over the round bulge of her
pussy.
"Come up here and attend to Sandy, she needs you, slutboy."
I moved up so my face was level with the black panel of
Sandy's bikini bottom. Joanie's fingers played along the edge, dancing
and stroking. Joanie said,
"Start right here."
I sucked Sandy at the large dimple created where her thigh met
her crotch. Her skin there was pale white and translucent.
Occasionally my tongue ran into Joanie's finger, thrumming along, and
she would enter a finger into my mouth to suck. She played her hand a
while ahead of my mouth and tongue, then slipped under the elastic of
Sandy's bikini's leg hole.
Sandy moaned, and shifted towards me in the chair. Joanie pulled the
bikini to the side, exposing Sandy's sex. Her pussy was covered with
fine strands of pale blond hair. Joanie pushed down with her hand,
pinching the lustrous pink pussy lips between a couple of her fingers,
causing Sandy's clit to pop out of its hood. It was amazingly long,
jutting out like a tiny penis. Joanie said,
"Look at that, slutboy, look at Sandy's beautiful clit. Junior
must be out of his mind not to pay homage to this."
I bent forward and gently licked the quivering pink clitoris
held captive by Joanie's long tan fingers. I pursed my lips and
pinched the nubbin in them, running my tongue rapidly back and forth,
using her clit for a speed bag. I looked over and saw Joanie had one
of her own legs, the one not trapped under Sandy's, bent back, and
with her own bathing suit pushed to one side, was plunging three
fingers into her gaping cunt. I stuck my tongue out and ran it up and
down Sandy's entire vagina. Joanie spread the thin pink lips of
Sandy's cunt, revealing a narrow passage, ribbed with pink and purple
folds. I felt dizzy. I stuck my tongue out as far as I could and
proceeded to fuck her cunt channel, sucking her juices into my mouth.
Joanie tormented her clit with two fingers. Sandy now lay back, her
head turning back and forth, panting. I felt the walls of her sex
spasming and flexing.
Sandy began a slow cum that seemed to levitate her off the
reclining chair. She stretched her legs out tight, and the fingers
splayed and fluttered as she lifted her hands at her sides.
I tongue-fucked Sandy's sweet pussy with all the strength I could
focus in my tongue. She bent over double, suddenly and violently,
sputtering,
"OH,oh,oh! Oh, aaaaaah. nggghgghh, oooooooooooo!
We made quite a tableau. I was kneeling on the patio, buck
naked, my arms to my side, fingertips dragging the ground, cock filled
nearly to bursting, its purple head leaking copious pre-cum in a
puddle in my peehole. Sandy was recovering from the orgasm I'd given
her with my tongue, and had rearranged her tiny black bikini bottom
demurely so it covered her sex. She lay on her side, resting her head
on her hand, legs closed. She brushed her long blond hair back from
her face. She was smiling, her slanted blue eyes twinkling. Her white
skin was flushed deep pink, from the plane of her cheekbones, down to
her chest, all the way down her thighs to her knees. My girlfriend's
mom, Joanie, made no concession to modesty. She was laying on her back
on the reclining chair, her feet on the patio, knees apart. Her
bathing suit bottom was still pushed to the side, and her bushy black
pubic hairs glistened from the fluid she had coaxed from her pussy
while I'd massaged the inside of Sandy's cunt with my tongue.
Sandy broke our silence, in a dreamy voice,
"I've never felt anything like that before."
"There's nothing better", Joanie said, her words floating up
to the cloudless azure of the summer sky.
I silently agreed. I was worried, as I sat looking at the two
languid women, chatting about cumming, that I might pop myself,
spontaneously. I was sitting there, still and silent, like a statue,
but inside I was on fire. I wanted to jump on Sandy and hump her leg
like a dog. I reined in my thoughts, if I kept this up I would jizz,
my sperm flying into empty space, and I sensed that this would be a
huge waste. Joanie was graciously handing me the gift of my own
sexuality and I owed it to her to discipline myself, to cum only when
she told me to, to bite the bullet until then. I was her slave, that
was that, and I didn't need to reflect much farther.
Joanie was talking again,
"How old are you, seventeen, eighteen?"
"Eighteen,"
"And this is the first time you've cum. That's a sad
commentary on our society. We don't teach our girls anything, not even
how to recognize their own needs."
"I didn't know I could feel anything like that. Thanks,
Joanie, thanks."
"You're welcome, honey, you know, I believe we're all sisters,
and sometimes an older sister has to show a younger one the way."
Joanie rolled over on her side so she faced Sandy. She reached
out her hand and brushed a few strands of wispy blond hair from
Sandy's face. They were smiling at each other, Sandy's lips shining
and slightly parted. Joanie put her hand on the back of Sandy's head
and pulled her into a kiss. Their heads danced together, and I saw
their tongues twining and rolling together like sibling snakes. Joanie
moved her hand from Sandy's head, and moved it lazily down her back,
massaging her spine, until she reached her ass. She grabbed the
eighteen year old's butt and pulled their bodies together. Sandy's
long pale legs intertwined with Joanie's opulent tanned thighs as they
pecked and probed each other's mouth.
Joanie brought her hand from around Sandy's rear end and began
rubbing the young girl's breasts, bringing her fingertips together and
pushing, splaying her fingers as she did so. Then she would pull her
hand back, rejoining her fingertips, capturing Sandy's abundant
tit-flesh. At the end of this motion, Joanie would twist Sandy's
nipple. Joanie kept up this caress in a steady rhythm.
Sandy tentatively placed her own hand on Joanie's breast.
Joanie gave a hum of pleasure, and reaching behind her, untied the
string holding her bikini top. Her top fell in a small pile between
them. Sandy rolled Joanie's full breasts around and around. pressing
them to Joanie's body. Joanie in turn recommenced her fondling. She
hooked her finger in the top of Sandy's suit, and pulled it off her
tit. Sandy's tit literally spilled out of the bikini. Her nipple,
smaller in circumference than Joanie's, was an incredibly light shade
of pink. Like her clit, it was abnormally long, extending beyond the
pillow of her pale white breast at least a full inch, smooth and
gently tapering at the tip.
Sandy shifted nervously. Joanie said,
"Relax, honey, you can trust me."
Sandy smiled at her again,
"I know, its just, uh, I'm afraid of sunburn."
Joanie threw her head back and laughed. She looked down at me,
silent witness to their pleasure. She smiled at me and said,
" I guess we'd all better be careful. Let's go upstairs to
Bob's room. I've got some things I'd like to share with both of you."
They both stood up. Joanie said,
"Let's give the little slutboy a hand. He looks like he needs
it."
I raised up, unsteadily, Joanie and Sandy holding my elbows.
As I stood, my bare chest brushed Sandy's distended nipple, still
hanging from her top. She shivered. Joanie reached across us and
taking Sandy's hand from my arm, lowered it and placed it on my dick.
My turn to shiver. Together they led me through the sliding glass door
into the house by my throbbing cock, Joanie and Sandy's fingers
entwined. I hurried to keep up.
We never made it upstairs. We took a couple of steps into the
kitchen, and Joanie turned to us. Maintaining her hold on me, she put
her other hand on Sandy's shoulder and knelt in front of me, pushing
Sandy to her knees as well. She said.
"Let's make slutboy squirt, feel how stiff he is? He's been so
nice and quiet. Mommy wants to see him squirt for you."
She yanked Sandy's swimsuit top off her body, and cupping one
of Sandy's tits, pulled me into her. Sandy's large soft pillowy breast
swallowed my hardness. Joanie pulled me back a bit, and looking down
at Sandy's incredibly long stiff nipples, said,
"Honey, your nipples must be incredibly sensitive. Come on
slutboy, rub your dick across Honey's nipple."
She manipulated my cock so that the ridge beneath the head of
my dick went back and forth across Sandy's light pink nipple. Her nip
was so stiff and long it felt like a pinkie finger rubbing the most
sensitive part of me. Sandy and I both moaned.
Moving behind Sandy, Joanie grabbed both of the nubile teenagers tits
and trapped my cock in between them. I fucked her cleavage violently,
my dick lost in her white flesh except in my upstroke, when the purple
head would emerge. Joanie increased the pressure on Sandy until her
obscene eraser tip nipples joined together, then Joanie rotated and
rubbed them together. I swung my hips forward with abandon, enveloped
in Sandy's cleavage.
I came, then, without warning, in thin high spurts. My first
spasm hit Sandy in the chin, and splashed Joanie on the lips, as she
looked over Sandy's shoulder. The rest of my cum shot out in squirts
all over Sandy's tits. Joanie rubbed a gob of it between the elongated
nipples of the eighteen year old blond.
Joanie then said,
"Now comes the good part. You know what to do now, don't you,
be a little cum licking pervert for Honey."
Sandy and I looked into each others eyes, sharing our shame
and pleasure. Keeping our eyes locked together, I lowered my head and
took the cum-drenched distended nipple that Joanie was proffering to
me in my mouth. I bit her lightly with my front teeth. I had cum a
lot, and had to swallow several times as I worked my way up to her
chin, where my jizz still hung thickest. Sandy rubbed both of her
hands over my still hard dick. Even though I had just cum, my fifteen
year old penis, enflamed by the filthy doings of the afternoon,
remained filled with blood, and turned a deep red in Sandy's fingers.
I made my tongue into a point and caught the dollop of my own juice
hanging in a viscous string from Sandy's chin on the tip of it. I
carried it there, my tongue out, to Joanie's waiting tongue. We
embraced, Joanie and I, sandwiching Sandy, and danced my cum around
our tongues.
Sandy pushed me on my back and speared her mouth with my
wiener. She brought her head down and took me up to my pubes, making a
nasty wet sound. Her hair fell around her face, and her cheeks
hallowed as she sucked me like a vacuum cleaner. I could only glimpse
Joanie, hidden behind Sandy, doing god knows what to her.
I glanced over to my left and saw a pair of legs. In shock I
fell back. Vickie was sitting on a kitchen stool, her textbooks on her
lap. She had her head down, watching us with burning eyes, her mouth
ajar, breathing heavily. Sandy saw her about the same time I did, and
jumped up, grabbing her bathing suit and running from the room. I
guess this was a little too much for Sandy! Joanie was last to notice
her daughter watching her boyfriend lick his own cum off the tit's of
her step-brother's girlfriend, tits being fondled and offered to her
boyfriend by her very own mother. I blushed, for the first time that
day. I lay back on one elbow, my ankles crossed, my dick hanging
erect.
Joanie sat cross legged at my feet, her big brown tits shining
with sweat. She brushed her hair into place with her hand. She said,
"Well, dear, home early?"
Vickie just sat there, her hands balled into fists. Her
textbooks slid off her lap and clattered on the tiles of the kitchen
floor. Her face was puffy, and tears gathered in the corners of her
eyes. At last she spoke,
"Mom, its just so unfair, its just not fair."
I looked at the floor and blew a quiet whistle.
" I should be doing that to Bob. He's MY boyfriend, not
Sandy's."
Joanie said calmly and evenly,
"Vickie, if you want him to be yours, you've got to act like
he's yours."
Vickie slumped her shoulders, collapsing in on herself.
"Oh Mommy, I'm such a," she paused, searching, "I'm such a
COWARD!"
"Honey, you're just young, baby. Nobody expects you to know
everything. Come on, honey, don't cry."
I felt like shit. I managed to pipe in,
"Vickie, its you I love."
Joanie and Vickie both looked at me hard and said,
"Oh, shut up."
Joanie said,
"Vickie, if you want some help, I'm always here for you. I've
told you what I think you should do with Bob, and since you haven't
followed my advice, he's up for grabs."
She rocked forward and grabbed my cock, as if to illustrate
her statement. I wondered what on earth Joanie could have told Vickie
about me. She wasn't acting very motherly now.
She shook my prick, bringing it back to full attention. She leaned
forward and held me with both hands, moving them up and down. I hissed
and arched my back. She said,
"You don't need to fear this, you can make it do anything you
want. Sit down here, I'll show you."
"I dunno, Mommy, I'd be more comfortable in a place with more
privacy."
"Suit yourself. Come on, Bob, let's all go upstairs and show
Vickie what this can do."
We headed up the narrow back stairs, Joanie swinging her ass
back and forth in her disheveled bathing suit, Vickie in her white
cotton blouse and plaid schoolgirl skirt. Her long alabaster legs
pumped up the steps. I followed behind, my dick banging against my
thighs.
Joanie led us into her bedroom. She took me by the dick again
and led me to the center of the room. I stood still and Joanie gripped
my wrists and bent my arms behind me. She barked,
"Stay like that."
She went to a drawer and came back with a pair of black nylon
stockings. She offered one to Vickie and said,
"Tie his hands behind him with this."
She stood in front of me while her daughter tied me up.
She shucked her bikini bottoms off . She stood and watched me, hands
on her hips, legs spread. I had never seen anything sexier, her head
thrown slightly back, her slender arms crooked, her full breasts
heaving, those giant succulent nipples, the gap between her legs where
the black fur stood at a crest, her ample thighs, her sinewy calves
and last, but not certainly least, her narrow ankles, her heavenly
feet. I stared at her nudity, eyes popping out of my face. Joanie had
wormed her way into my psyche, and as I stood there, helpless, my
breath came in long gasps. Joanie held the other nylon draped down her
leg.
Vickie did a thorough job, cinching my wrists at the small of
my back. She walked around me and stood next to her mother. She looked
down at the other black nylon and asked,
"What are you going to so with that, Mommy."
Joanie slinked to me, bending down, and said,
"This is insurance."
She wrapped the stocking twice around the base of my cock and
balls, then once tightly around the base of my cock alone. She tied a
knot, leaving the unused part of the stocking hanging. My dick filled
and pulled against the restraint. Joanie stood up again, holding the
end of the stocking. She pulled it a little. A rush of ecstasy spread
in my groin. She walked me closer to Vickie using the black nylon as a
leash.
"He doesn't seem very frightening now, does he, honey."
"No Mommy, he doesn't", Vickie finally smiled, and taking the
nylon leash from her mother, gave my boner a couple of tugs. Joanie
said,
"This keeps that nasty dickie in its place, and keeps Bobbyboy
from cumming unless WE want him to. Why don't you go get some of those
presents I gave you, I think they might come in handy."
Vickie handed her mother the leash, and ran out the door.
Joanie reeled me in until I stood with my body pressing against her.
She hissed,
"OK, pervert, its showtime. I want you to make my daughter
happy. She needs to cum so bad she can't see straight.
And she needs you to do it." Joanie yanked the stocking several times
to emphasize the words. "Everything that's happened so far today isB;IY
just a prelude to what's about to happen. I'm going to rev you up and
make you do things so nasty I'm even embarrassed to think about them."
She pulled the nylon with one hand and drummed a finger on the
thickness of the head of my prick. "I am going to make you lick every
part of Vickie's body, stick your dirty little tongue in every hole,
rub your nasty dickie on every square inch of her, and when you're
through I'm going to fuck you myself, do you hear me, slutboy." She
lifted her thigh and thrust her hip forward so her cunt made contact
with my nylon wrapped boydick. She pushed against me, rutting her
pussy on me. I whimpered. "Nnnng, this is just the beginning, little
pervie, just to keep you interested."
Joanie stood on tip toes, and threaded the leash through her
legs. She ran the nylon under her pussy and took hold of the end
behind her. She pulled my cock through her thighs, then lowered her
self down on it, fucking back and forth. I felt her full pussy lips
wrapped along the top of my dick.
"Oh yeah,that's it. I love grinding your dick with my pussy.
Feel how wet Mommy's getting." She was letting go with a torrent of
cunt juice and obscenities. She wiggled back and forth, jamming her
clit and pussy lips against my cock, which was bent down and held by
her weight, struggling to stand upright.
"OOh yeah'. she groaned. She reached down and aimed me at her
cunt. Wrapping a tanned thigh around my buttocks, she pulled me closer
and surrounded me with her pussy. I almost cried it felt so good.
She leaned back and held on to my shoulder with one hand, and
fucked me in fast economical strokes, her breasts jiggling in
counter-rhythm. She took one last thrust, and I looked down where our
loins met. She pulled back slowly, her cuntlips sliding and holding
my purple boyprick, which was glistening with her juices. She stepped
back, turning me loose, and my cock sprang back and violently slapped
my stomach.
Just then Vickie returned. She had changed into a short black
silk kimono, which barely cleared her waist. She held a paper shopping
bag at her side, and stood next to her mother, poking some errant
strands of her chestnut hair behind her ear.
Joanie still held me by my nylon leash, and she looked over at
her coltish daughter, who was staring at my bound pecker. Joanie told
her daughter,
"I know you're afraid of sex, baby, that's why I gave you
those toys. Look at Bob's dickie, it's no different just because its
attached to him. He lets me do anything I want with it, don't you."
"Yes, Mommy."
"Take off your robe and show this little slutboy your
beautiful body. He'll show his gratitude with this." She yanked me
again so my dick pointed at Vickie.
Vickie untied the sash that held her robe on, and shrugged it
off her shoulders. She was tall, my height, with chestnut hair cut in
a long pageboy. Her eyes were aqua, her nose strong and aquiline, and
her lips were full, almost fat. I loved kissing their softness. She
was pale, in sharp contrast to her mom, and slender. She had barely
developed. Her breasts were small hillocks on her chest, but her
nipples were completely out of proportion, as big around as Joanie's
and full. Her aureoles stood out from her chest, puffed and brown. Her
waist was narrow and her hips flared out. Her body was splattered with
cute freckles. Her pussy had a sparse covering of light brown hair.
But her legs! She may have had the torso of a girl, but she had the
legs of a chorus-girl. Most of her height was due to the length of her
legs. I stared for the first time at my girlfriend nude.
My heart pounded, and my mouth went dry.
Joanie went behind me and pulled me roughly to the end of the
bed by my bound wrists. She pushed me back on the bed, then took
vickie by the hand and guided her up next to me. She fished inside the
shopping bag and pulled out a bottle of massage oil and a whitend that's what sh
e did. She rutted her hips and spread her
thin little pussy lips until they fit around the underside of my cock.
Joanie held my cock and the vibrator next to it against the pink open
sex of her virgin daughter. Vickie's nether lips made wet slapping
sounds as her mother tormented us by rubbing my fibrillating dick on
her daughters clitoris. The resonance of the vibrator was driving us
both to the edge. But the black nylon stocking tied around my cock and
balls wouldn't let me finish, not yet. I was somewhere between
complete pleasure and utter agony. Vickie started gasping in short
bursts.
"Hee, hee heee."
"Here it comes", said Joanie.
Vickie pressed my cock and the vibrator hard against her pussy
and tensed her body. She suddenly froze, except for her hips, which
bucked against my prick. She yelped,
"Ohohohoh, yes yes yes."
She continued to tremble for some time, holding her mother's
hand and my stocking-tied cock tightly against her sopping cunt with
both her hands, the tendons sticking out. The only sound was the buzz
of the dildo. At last she slid back towards my knees.
Vickie sat very still, Joanie switched off the vibrator, and I
could do nothing but grit my teeth. My nuts felt the size of
grapefruits. Vickie opened her eyes.
"Wow."
She clambered up the bed and covered my face in kisses.
"I love you so much, Bob. I love you I love you I love you."
She was grinning widely and shaking her head like a puppy.
"Good job, slutboy, now its time to reward your patience.
Vickie, come over here."
Vickie galumphed over to Joanie's side. She hugged her mom,
like a daughter hugs a mom, and kissed her cheek.
"Thank you too, Mommy."
"What are Mommy's for, baby,"
Joanie handed the dildo to Vickie. She took my legs, and bent
them back, towards my head. I was too heavy. Vickie grabbed a foot and
helped. I lay with my knees bent, feet in the air, ass and dick
exposed to my girlfriend and her beautiful, happy child. Joanie said,
"We're going to make Bobby very happy now, Vickie. This is
something hardly anyone does for a boy, but sometimes its the best
thing for them.".
She was rubbing more oil on my cock and nuts. I couldn't
imagine what she was talking about. I just wanted her to untie my poor
aching privates and let me get release. Joanie's hands were joined by
Vickie's, slathering more massage oil on me. Joanie lifted my leash
and dragged her fingernails over my balls She raked the sensitive
patch of skin between my balls and ass.
Vickie followed suit, the eager student. Joanie said,
"Hold out the toy, darling."
Joanie poured a generous stream of oil on the dildo, jacking
it off, while Vickie rubbed tentatively on my tender virgin asshole.
It dawned on me what Joanie was going to do.
I had felt a full body rush of humiliation as I realized she planned
to buttfuck me with her daughter's white plastic dildo. I pulled my
knees up higher. I was ready, prepared to be Vickie and Joanie's
butt-slut. Vickie massaged my balls with squishy squeezes.
Joanie handed the slimy dildo to her child, and said,
"Here, baby, stick this in your boyfriend's ass. Take his
cherry, honey. Then I'm going to leave you alone for a while, and I
know you'll let him take yours."
Vickie held the plastic dick in her hand, knitted her brow,
and asked,
"I don't know what to do, Mommy."
"Oh sweety, let me help you."
They held the phony penis in their hands, and Joanie guided it
to my asshole. She told Vickie to pour more grease on it. I was laying
back, in heaven. I hadn't spoken a word in an hour while my girlfriend
and her mom used me like a pleasure tool. And now they were going to
penetrate my most private place. I was so lucky. I hope I didn't wake
up and find out it was all a dream.
Joanie and Vickie rubbed the tip of the dildo against my
asshole. I gasped. They worked it slowly back and forth, inserting the
tip bit by bit into me. I had never felt anything like it. I matched
their probing by lifting my hips and thrusting against invading
vibrator. They gave a forceful shove and the white plastic gizmo slid
past my anal ring and deep into my ass. I moaned. My face flushed
bright red and the tendons stuck out in my neck. Joanie said,
"Now just fuck him, baby."
Vickie pushed and pulled the cock in and out of my ass with
long luxurious strokes. I saw stars. Joanie sat at my side, knees to
her chin, watching her child fuck my ass with her head turned to the
side. Vickie flicked the switch on the bottom of the sextoy, and as
the humming filled me, she began to rotate the evil little dick as she
pushed it in and out of me. My universe shrank and became the pleasure
that my girlfriend gave me, fucking my ass with her dildo.
Joanie reached over and untied the black nylon stocking that
restrained my cock. Unleashed from its prison, and aroused beyond
belief by the fucking my girlfriend was giving my ass, I filled with
new blood. Every vein on it stood out. Joanie took the stocking and
put her arm inside it like a glove. She ran the nylon covered fingers
of her right hand over my over-loaded penis. My over-sensitized penis
could feel every warp and weave of the black nylon Joanie was using to
polish my penis. Vickie increased her tempo, sliding the dick in me
with both hands. The rasp of the nylon on Joanie's fingers was making
my cock an angry red. My heart beat filled my ears. Oh god oh god. My
ass clenched tight around the dildo. Joanie pulled her hand down to
the base off my pecker, and cum started flying everywhere.
I felt a mouth engulf me and swallow my sperm. I looked down
and saw it was Vickie. She sucked hungrily on my head as
mwVLI pumped more and more cum into her mouth. Joanie sat back and beamed
at us. She retreated off the bed and left us alone. Vickie looked up
at me, spizz dripping from the corner of her mouth, and smiled.
Joanie was right, later that night Vickie did give me her
cherry. She tied me to her bed and rode my cock until dawn.
That's it for now. The muse is worn out; this story, twenty five years
in my mind, is told. These characters are fictions created by my
imaginations, although they existed in reality, with different .