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Vickie's Mom Chapter 8

by Cinque Manson

"Wally's Shower"



I relaxed on my haunches, my wrists cuffed behind my back with
furlined restraints. I was somewhat relaxed, having just spurted a
load of my sperm on and in several of women that Nora had gathered in
her hotel room. The women sat on edge, with flushed faces. The upper
class blond woman who kneeled in front of me pushed a glob of my seed
from her chin into her mouth. She said,
        
"I haven't tasted that in years. I haven't felt a vibrant hard
penis for so long I've forgotten how hot it makes me!"
        
Nora stood beside me with her hand on top of my head. Miss
Tingley, my high school English teacher, sat back in her chair, her
dress still bunched up around her waist. She looked down at the mess
I'd deposited on her sex, the threads of thick white semen interwoven
in her light brown pubes. She said,
        
"My, Bobby, I had no idea you were so mature."
        
Nora addressed her guests,
"As you can see, an erect penis can be controlled. It is
essential that you, as a woman, determine when, where, and if your man
ejaculates. In this case our slaveboy has made rather a mess, and I
think men should always be responsible for taking care of their
messes."
        
She took the loop of the leash from Miss Tingley, and pressed
the back of my head into my English teachers freckled thighs. I sucked
into my mouth the still warm puddles of cum from the mature woman's
thighs. She smelled of herbs, a bath spray perhaps, and I was once
more intoxicated by the scent and texture of a woman's skin. I felt
honored to be moving my lips up the soft skin of Miss Tingleys legs,
and she replaced Nora's hands on my head with her own, drawing me into
the valley of her cunt. I chewed her russet brown pubic bush, swallowing my jizz as I captured it in my mouth. I inhaled the hot aroma of her pussy, which wafted up my nose. I hummed in contentment.
        
Nora pulled my eager face back from the nexus of Miss Tingleys
inviting legs. She pulled me back on my haunches. She said,
        
"This might be a good time to demonstrate the practise of
worship. Your man must be taught to adore you. Allowing him to give
you pleasure is beneficial to both your self esteem and his
realization of your inner divinity."
        
Nora stepped back, dragging me backwards by my leash and
forcing me to lean until the back of my head nearly touched the
ground. She lifted a leg over my head, straddled my face, and neatly
tucked her skirt into her belt. I regarded her pussy, exposed and
framed by the opening in her pantyhose, with reverence, my eyes
half-closed. She bent her knees outward, and lowered herself to my
waiting lips. She said,
        
"Again, always be clear what you want. The bindings and leash
are helpful, but are no substitute for precise instructions. Slutboy,
I want you to worship my ass. I want you to make me cum! Do you
understand!"
        
"Yes, ma'am"
        
She buried me in the golden globes of her buttocks, and I
licked her crack as she undulated back and forth. She lifted to afford
her students a clear view as I tickled the puckered circle of her
anus. The women breathed noisily and oohed and ahhhed as they watched. I extended my tongue as much as I could and stuck just the end of it tentatively up Nora's obliging asshole.
        
Julie, the teen ager who sat with her mother's hand still
rubbing her panty covered crotch, said,
        
"I've always dreamed of having boys do that! The way they paw
you, its disgusting. But this looks more like it."
        
Nora teased me, allowing me to enter the ring of her asshole
only a half an inch or so, then rising away from me. She said,
        
"That's enough for now, slutboy. Why don't we all retire to
the spa, and continue our discourse in more leisurely surroundings."
        
She used her arm strength to curl me to my feet by the thin
leash attached to my dog collar. The women gathered themselves,
dressing and straightening themselves up. Nora draped the raincoat
over my shoulders, buttoning it over my nakedness, and then she pushed
me ahead of her, into the hallway, and into an elevator. The women
followed, Julie and Estelle arm in arm, the small blond woman
nervously toying with her watch. Miss Tingley, my English teacher, stood in her green satin pumps, her head lowered slightly, staring at me with her large bown eyes. Nora pushed the up button and told her students,
        
"This is a really good group. You're all healthy women, with
healthy strong drives. Wally," she addressed the tony blond by name, "
is married to a man twenty years her senior, who has been impotent for
the last ten, and who has not had a climax, other than from solitary
masturbation, in a decade. You saw how she hungered for slutboy's
cock, she was salivating for it. Then there's Julie, angry and
frustrated, disgusted at the concept of sex. We don't teach our
daughters very well, I'm afraid, about the power that lies in their
sexuality."
        
"And then there's Estelle, uninhibited and unafraid, used to
getting what she wants out of a man. Even a stranger, like slutboy.
Estelle has taken my teachings to heart."
        
The elevator came to a halt. The aluminum door slid open, and
we walked into a small penthouse suite. There were rows of lockers,
and beyond them, a tiled enclosure with shower heads hanging from
above and pointing from the sides. Miss Tingley coughed, and asked,
        
"What about me?"
        
Nora said,
        "You're a special case, Barbara. Widowed at twenty-three, a
vibrant strong woman, carrying on. Trying the single's scene, leaving
same with empty hands and heart. Working everyday amongst young men
and women like Julie and Bobby, whose tight bodies and raging hormones
provoke the most disturbing fantasies as you stand at the blackboard,
forgetting what you are about to say. I'm so glad you came today,
Barbara."
        
Nora embraced Barbara Tingley, towering over her. She brought
her head down and kissed Miss Tingley on her full red lips. My dick
leapt under the raincoat. Hands grabbed me from behind.
        
It was Estelle. She unbuttoned the raincoat and hung it in a
locker. She sat me on a bench and undressed, pulling her white peasant
dress over her head, her curly black tresses cascading through the
opening. Nora and Barbara were going at it passionately, grinding
their hips together, and sucking each others mouths noisily. Wally,
the tiny blond, plopped down next to me, facing in the opposite
direction. She was deeply tanned, except for three small triangles,
two at her breasts, and one at her V. Her tits were small but well
shaped. Her whole body looked well-toned, like she spent a lot of time
on the Nordic Track, working off her sexual frustration. She looked at
me shyly, then put a hand on my knee. Julie and her mother were
showering, then Julie entered the redwood door to the sauna. Estelle
returned to us, reached behind me and undid my cuffs. She said,
        
"You kids have fun." Her eyes twinkled. I rotated my
shoulders, working out a kink, and Wally wrapped her little hand
around my sex. She said,
        
"Lets go take a shower. I want you to run your hands all over
me."
        
I followed her to the enclosure. Estelle had left the water
on, and we entered the blast. Wally undid her hair, and slicked it
back with the palms of both hands. Her face was beautiful, open.
She took my hands in hers and poured some liquid soap in them. She
said,
        
"Do me. Touch me all over."
        
I cupped her tits, and her nipples stiffened. I massaged them
in little spirals. They were small and shrivelled, but when I pinched
them their texture changed, and they became fuller, smoother. I
crouched slightly and kissed them, drawing them into my mouth and
sucking them hard. She held on to the back of my head with a grip that
pulled my short hair painfully. I knelt lower still, and fucked her
navel with my tongue, letting her move my head with her hands. The
shower spray combined on her body into rivulets that ran down her
belly and into her crotch. I followed the water, kneeling now, and
covered the whole of her sex with my open mouth. The water coursed in
my mouth, over my tongue as I pushed her mound, searching for the
split, and finding it, paying her back for her desire by worrying her
small button of a clitoris. Her arms stiffened, and she raised a leg
over my shoulder. Her vagina tasted bitter, and I coated it with my
spit. She said,
        
"Stand up, please."
        
She duplicated all my ministrations to her on my body. When
she knelt, in turn before me, she jacked off my dick with soapy hands,
looking at it with her mouth open and water running into her eyes.
        
"I love your hard young dick. It's like a long cool drink on a
hot day."
        
Nora and Miss Tingley stepped into the enclosure with us. Nora
was behind Wally, and I felt Barbara's full breast squished against my
back as she hugged me. Nora picked Wally up off the shower floor by
her armpits, then cradled her hands beneath Wally's tight little ass
and lifted her. Barbara reached around me and took my boy cock in
hand. Nora carried the small blond woman to me, and Barbara aimed me
at her sex. Wally spread her legs and Barbara used the helmet of my
dick to agitate her clit. Wally laced her hands around my neck, and
Barbara facilitated my pulsing prick's entry into the sex-starved
housewife's diminutive box.
        
Christ, she was tight. She was as slick as snot on a doorknob,
but so tight I felt every wrinkle in her sex tunnel as she pushed
against me, trying to swallow my sword. Nora rocked her back and
forth, with only a third of me in her. Her naked need and her tight
pussy enflamed and excited me. Nora said,
        
"Fuck him, Wally, surround him. How does he feel.?"
        
"Ooooooooooo, soooo goooood.!!"
        
Nora let go of Wally without warning, and gravity brought her
airtight pussy slamming down on me. She held onto my neck for dear
life, shaking and moaning. Nora and Barbara stepped back, watching,
then dissappeared into the sauna. Wally turned her face to me, and
jammed her lips to mine. Her pointy tongue darted in and out of my
mouth like a hummingbird. She scissored her legs and began to hump on
my fifteen year old prick.
        
She drew farther and farther off me with each stroke. Her
belly was striated with strain lines as she maniacly rode me. I
grabbed her ass and bounced her up and down like a yo-yo. She was
still tight, but slicker and wetter with every rut. She was panting,
her eyes closed tightly, her lips a thin line.
        
Estelle strolled out of the sauna, sweaty and pink. She dipped
under Wally's keister, and licked out combined sexes with wide laps.
this was just enough to send Wally over the top. She went completely
rigid, and dribbled up and down on my cock, which felt like a board
filled with nerve endings. Her mouth formed an "O", and she yelled
heartily,
        
"Oh!  Oh!  Oh!", with each downward trip on me. She shook her
head back and forth, sending great gobbets of water flying in all
directions. She placed a foot on the showerfloor and raised off me. My
pink and purple boydick bobbed up at her. She took it once more in her
hand and said,
        
"Thank you, slutboy, thank you very, very much."
        
Estelle rose, and took my leash in her hand. She beamed at me,
and said,
        "We need you in the sauna, slutboy."
        
She rested her palm on me hardness, fingers pointing down, and
drummed her fingertips on my stiff cylinder.
        
"Mmmmm, slutboy."